Assist Xianggong to seize the throne: concubine body six children

Chapter 33 She Can't Write

What is she capable of?

Xiangsi was confused, "Who do you think can't escape?"

"Your husband." Hong Dong clapped her hands excitedly, "Look, I forgot to say that this painting was destroyed by your husband. My lady finally stopped this matter, and the specific slaves don't know. Anyway, servant girl, will you come here early in the morning to get the painting done? That’s it! The servant girl can go now!"

Hongdong has a restless temperament, and ran away in a gust of wind without explaining anything clearly, leaving Acacia standing still in place.

How could King Xia's painting be destroyed by Aaron?

Ever since she married Aaron, everything that happened was like a dream. He could always find problems for her.

Xiangsi held the brush and squatted down in front of the painting on the ground. The ruined painting looked like a long procession to welcome relatives, with large swathes of red, lively and glaring, and the signature was written in cinnabar: Ten Miles of Red Makeup.

It was Liu Shaorong's handwriting, she recognized it.

Ten miles of red makeup.

Hongzhuang once held her hand and said, "Liu'er, if one day I get married, I want ten miles of red makeup on the day I get married, and the dowry goes around the entire capital. You must come and see it."

That was the only time she was more arrogant than Hongzhuang, she said, "I don't want ten miles of red makeup, I want to marry my man's dowry and bring it to my house."

"A ten-mile betrothal gift? Liu'er, I can't see that you are so high-minded. It's okay. Liu Shaorong is the hereditary little prince. The ten-mile betrothal gift will definitely bring it to your door!"

At that time, there happened to be a maid who heard them talking, and the theory of ten-mile appointment was spread in this way, and then everyone knew it. When Liu Shaorong found out and vowed to give her ten-mile appointment, she was ashamed for the first time. To no avail.

After staring at the wet painting for a long time, Xiangsi knelt down on the ground and slowly imitated the painting of King Xia Liu Yuanchong. His mind was full of scenes from the day when Liu Shaorong and Hongzhuang got married. It's jaw-dropping.

With the faint candlelight, Acacia outlines the majestic scene of ten miles of red makeup little by little, and then paints the scarlet red with vermilion, which is festive and lively.

But when using cinnabar to imitate Liu Shaorong's handwriting, she almost couldn't write down the pen, not because she couldn't, but because she was so familiar with it that as soon as she wrote down the pen, she could think of what Liu Shaorong looked like when he wrote these four characters.

(End of this chapter)