Super Miserable Time Travel: Concubine Lie Fu

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That's not a picture of a lotus flower, but...my profile, there is no "spotted" face over there, An Chun is as picturesque, although the bun is very simple, but the silky entangled hair flows lightly Ink-like gloss.

The background is the withered lotus, those broken branches and fallen leaves, which look extremely beautiful, but they also bring out my peaceful face.

I stared at the painting dumbfounded. I never imagined that when I was sitting next to him, he actually drew me into it. Not only was it lifelike, but even the frowning expression was very real.

"My lord..." I looked up at Nangong Yinchuan's smiling eyes, so shocked that I didn't know what to say.

"Yao'er's profile is really beautiful, that's why I diverted my attention from Lian's body to you." Nangong Yinchuan smiled faintly, with a little more tenderness in his eyes.

I was secretly surprised, but not on the surface.

"Thank you, my lord, for your kindness. Yao'er will remember it in my heart." I smiled lightly, what the hell is this Nangong Yinchuan planning?

The people in the palace are all thoughtful, they may not necessarily treat you well!

Nangong Yinchuan frowned, and his smile deepened, "Do you like it? If you like it, give it to Yaoer! A refined person should be given as a gift to a beautiful woman."

I glanced at the painting, then at Nangong Yinchuan, and found that the sincerity in his eyes was as bright as Qiu Chen, and there was no trace of artificiality.For this double-faced prince, there are not many people with this kind of expression.

"Thank you, my lord!" I didn't refuse anymore, took the painting he rolled up, and thanked him calmly.

"My lord, your sweet-scented osmanthus cake is here." A maid offered a plate of yellow-white sweet-scented osmanthus cake and placed it respectfully on the stone table.

"Well, Yao'er, let's eat together!" Nangong Yinchuan looked at me with a smile, as if I was a woman he was very close to.

I froze for a moment, determined not to lose the etiquette of slaves.

"Thank you, my lord, but this servant is just..."

"Don't remind me of your identity again. In front of me, you are just Yaoer. Sit down." Nangong Yinchuan's face darkened, and he pulled me to sit down, regardless of the complicated eyes of the maid on the other side. He could smell the faint scent of ink on his body.

(End of this chapter)