First Class Concubine

Chapter 66

"Present." The emperor took a deep look at Yu Qingyan, and he didn't appreciate her complacency and confidence at all.Occasionally scanning the location of the right minister is very meaningful.

He had already revealed his meaning, but he didn't expect that this old man still had no intention of repenting.

The ink was still wet on the painting, and the two palace servants unfolded it and held it up.

The emperor just glanced at it and didn't say yes or no.He just waved his hand and asked the palace servants to hold the painting and show it around.

Everyone who watched it praised it loudly.

"It really is the tutor of the Right Prime Minister's family."

"Miss Yu San's pen and ink have a strong character, which is enough to show her character."

"At this age, it is very rare."

For a time, no matter who they were, they were all unanimous.Not even a jealous one.

It was the emperor's sudden roll call: "Several emperors, why don't you comment on it. What do you think of this painting?"

The painting was immediately held up in front of several princes.

The First Prince said first: "Miss Qingyan's paintings are naturally good. However, I like her zither more. It's just that Miss Qingyan is noble, and I can't invite her again and again."

As he spoke, he pointedly glanced at Yu Qingyan.The greedy desire in those eyes was undisguised.Seeing that her face turned pale, she didn't dare to respond.

The emperor snorted, making the eldest prince restrain his arrogance.But the conclusion in his heart: this prince is useless.

The second prince looked at the painting and said after a while: "Miss Yu San's painting has beautiful meanings, neat layout, and skillful techniques. But if it is brilliant, it is not always the case. Compared with some masters' works, it is still far behind. But Considering she is fourteen years old, it is indeed rare."

Yu Qingyan was slightly startled, and looked at the second prince with a shocked face.

Even the right minister, with sharp eyes, shot straight at him like a thunderbolt.His eyes were full of dissatisfaction and suspicion, and even some anger was tainted in it.

After the second prince finished speaking, he kept his mouth shut, and he didn't even make eye contact with anyone.He believed that the mother and concubine knew the father and emperor well. For so many years, the mother and concubine had never made a mistake.

When it was the third prince's turn, he was just in good order, "Skillful in techniques, and in harmony with the meaning. Miss Yu San, you have put your heart into it."

The fifth prince is a martial artist, and he frowned at the thrush: "Father, I can't understand it. It's just this crane, it's too fake. I once hunted one, and it's not the same as the one in this painting." ..."

Yu Qingyan is not stupid, at this moment, although there is nothing on the surface.But the bottom of my heart was panicked, and my eyes looked to the right from time to time.Although he received a comforting gaze, he still couldn't calm down.

The emperor shook his head and didn't say whether the painting was good or not.Instead, he looked down again, at the place where Qijing was located: "Su Qijing, is your painting finished?"

With such a long buffer time, Qijing has already restrained the breakthrough ability.No matter the supernatural power or the mental power, they all returned to calm and returned to clarity.

"Go back to the emperor, the painting is finished. Please take a look at it."

Immediately, some palace people came over.Hold her drawing up flat.

Painting, the first one is still presented to the emperor.

Although the emperor had expected it, he was still shocked when he saw it.

Ink painting is about artistic conception.

He finally felt the so-called broken painting about to come out, as if he was on the scene.It was clearly just a picture of a blue and green landscape, but it made him feel the vigor and majesty, the majesty of the mountains, the greenness of the trees, and the endless flow of water... It seems that at this time, standing at the foot of the mountain, next to the waterfall, and stretching out his hand slightly, he can feel the water. Splash wet.

"Come closer," the emperor said.It seems that the moisture is not enough.Or, just want to try, is it really possible to touch the flowing water that flows down three thousand feet.

The palace man took two steps forward, the emperor leaned slightly, his hand was almost touching the drawing paper, when he heard a piercing cry: "There are assassins!"

It disrupted the singing and dancing in the hall, adding to the killing spirit.

"Escort!" Before seeing the assassin's figure, another sharp, flustered, but upright voice sounded.

Daoist Tianbei stood up and stood behind the emperor.His gaze was like lightning, scanning the surroundings.

Qijing also arrived at Daoist Priest Tianbei's side very quickly.

But after these two breaths passed, the assassin was still missing.The emperor snorted coldly: "Who was it that was yelling just now?"

who?No one dared to respond to the people in the hall.

The emperor was furious, but he couldn't torture them one by one.

A farce, the chaos caused, finally subsided.After everyone sat down again, they finally continued the previous question: "Your Majesty, I don't know the paintings of the two young ladies, which one do you like more?"

It was the Empress Dowager who said this. In fact, it was the Empress Dowager who was very curious about the painting of the Seven Scenes.It's just that just now, others around them can only take a sideways look, and they can't see the details.But the emperor's reaction can already explain a lot of problems.One doesn't need to guess to know that Su Qijing's paintings are definitely better than Yu Qingyan's.

But they still wanted to know what exactly Su Qijing painted that made the emperor so fascinated.

"Come here, present Su Qijing's painting. Let everyone see it."

Ran Er: "Your Majesty, forgive me!" The palace servant scrambled and scrambled, and came in a panic: "During the chaos just now, Miss Su's painting was stolen."

The veins on the emperor's forehead twitched slightly: "You damn slave, what did you say?"

The palace people cheered up, but they still said the words again: "During the chaos just now, Miss Su's painting was stolen by thieves."

"It's such a blue sky and a bright day. On the day of my great joy, the Imperial Forest Army is under martial law, and the palace is deep. But someone stole a painting!" The emperor glanced coldly at everyone present, "Okay, okay, someone gave me a nice gift, Sweeping the floor with majesty. What a gift, what a great gift."

"The ministers are terrified." Everyone fell to the ground and knelt in fear.

"Come here. Check it out for me. Dig the ground three feet, and bring me back that painting." It's about the majesty and face of the emperor.Even if the emperor wanted to calm things down, he couldn't.

"As for these trash, drag them down and chop them up."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

It's a pity that no one will stand up for them at this time.They took care of themselves flawlessly, and when the emperor was angry, blood flowed for thousands of miles.No one knows who will die next.

The two palace servants were dragged down, and the hall fell silent for a while.

No one spoke, they dared not.

Under the eyes of the emperor, things were stolen.This is a blatant demonstration. Those who do it, tell the emperor directly and clearly, if I can steal the painting this time, I can steal your head next time.

What the emperor has lost in his life will be lost forever.He had lost so much to gain all of this, so he naturally wanted to enjoy it for a longer period of time.Therefore, he cherishes his life very much, and he wholeheartedly pursues immortality for nothing more than this.

But now, someone told him: Your life is in my hands, and I can come and take it at any time.How could he give up.What he was looking for was not the painting, but the murderer.

However, the scene that had just calmed down became chaotic again.

This time, no one yelled, but a jet-black triangular needle shot straight at the emperor's face.Fortunately, Daoist Tianbei reacted quickly enough, and sent it flying with a flick of the whisk.

"Escort."

The assassin's move also exposed his form.Immediately, several princes and generals all started to move.

The emperor was guarded in the center, and the queen mother was also supported by the noble concubine, and came to the emperor.Outside are the princes.Outside, there are all the ministers...

Qijing frowned, if the assassin attacked with hidden weapons again, the emperor's actions would be the most restrained.At this moment, Qijing didn't want the emperor to die at all.After all, if he died, it would be Lechen's turn to be the one who ascended the throne.

And since she decided to live a comfortable life, she naturally let Le Chen sit in the highest position.Now the time for Le Chen is not yet ripe, someone must occupy this position.

Sure enough, come up with whatever you want.

As soon as this thought came up, a hidden weapon struck from the top again.

There are thorns and needles, densely packed.Seeing those people who were all shouting for escort, but in fact they could only serve as pig teammates, Qi Jing was anxious.

Daoist Tian Bei swung his whisk, but it only protected the top of his head.But just now, these imperial concubines and princes squeezed over and pushed him away from the emperor.At this time, I just want to protect him, but I don't want to worry about it.

Qijing was anxious, and shouted: "Be careful." He raised his hand and grabbed the long table, grabbed a leg, raised it high, and waved it above his head.The long table was six or seven meters long, and it was frightening when it was swished by her.But it was jingling, and all those needle pricks were caught upright.

As for the people being protected below... Given that Qijing's height is limited.They all squatted down at this time.Those who moved slowly and were sent flying directly were really out of control.

Qijing kept holding the table, but let go of his mental power.

One is to see how Le Chen is doing. Although his martial strength is not low, his body is really not suitable for using martial arts.In addition, I was a little worried about the uncle who hadn't gotten to know each other in the future.

Leaving aside the relationship, the matter of finding the biological mother still has to fall on him.Naturally, he couldn't be allowed to have an accident... In the end, from this point of view, it was really a thrilling moment.

The two of them are military generals at this time, and when they meet an assassin, they naturally need them to fight the enemy bravely.But when they entered the palace, they had to go to the armor disarmor.Without weapons, when you move your hands, it is inevitable that your hands and feet will be bound.

The two faced off against an assassin each, and it was both thrilling and exciting.

When Qijing watched, it happened that one of the assassins stabbed Lechen's eyes with a sword.On the other side, another assassin jumped down from the roof and attacked Le Chen from behind.What this person used was a mace, with sharp thorns and poisonous.Non-weapons can't stop...

Le Chen is now pretending to be someone else, that person has learned horse skills and is good at fighting on the battlefield.This kind of conspiracy to assassinate and master move, he does not have such ability.

Therefore, although Le Chen would not let himself get hurt, it was very difficult to hide, and there were many dangers.

On the other side, the situation of Uncle Ji is similar, even worse than Lechen.

His identity is more valuable than Le Chen's persona, and more assassins stare at him.What's more, Le Chen showed powerlessness, although in fact, although there were many dangers and dangers, in fact, there were no dangers and no dangers, and it was all in the calculation.

Uncle Ji really didn't have that kind of ability, and it was very difficult to deal with it.In just half a quarter of an hour, he had suffered several injuries.Although none of them were life-threatening, if they dragged on, something would happen eventually.

Qijing rolled her eyes, threw the long table in her hand, and then shouted: "Get out of the way."

Others probably wouldn't care about her voice.But Le Chen and Uncle Ji are in love with each other.Listening to the whistling wind, the two moved aside together.

The table fell directly on the two assassins, knocking out four or five people who passed by at once.

(End of this chapter)