This Prince Consort Is No Pushover!

Yun ruoyue didn't expect that this man is really mean.

She just bit him, and he would bite him back.

She glared at him angrily, "that's because you took advantage of me. I tell you, I have nothing to do with Su Qishao. If you make this excuse to bully me again, I'll fight with you."

Chu xuanchen snorted coldly, "you'd better have nothing between you. If we find something, we don't mind letting him taste the taste of being a eunuch."

"You are shameless! He's just my friend. If you touch him, I'll never forgive you! " And I will not let him go.

Cloud if month finish saying, also angry cold hum a, turn round to walk into own room, then "bang" of a shut door.

She doesn't want to see Chu xuanchen now.

Seeing her like this, Chu xuanchen shook his head, "what should I do with you?"

How on earth can he enter her heart?

He looked up and looked at the starry sky. The stars were very bright, but he felt that his heart was very dark.

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Is the night, Chu xuanchen returned to the star Pavilion, went to the study.

On the long table, there was a piece of rice paper, an inkstone, a brush and some other materials needed for painting.

He looked out of the window at the moonlight, sighed and picked up the brush.

He hasn't painted for a long time. Today, he is in a sad mood. He can't get rid of the sound and smile in his mind. It's better to draw her.

He gathered up the broad silk sleeves, clenched the brush with his well-defined jade hand, and made a few strokes on the painting.

Gradually, a beautiful woman in red appeared on the paper. Her face was like a silver plate; A pair of eyes, intelligent, the whole person dignified atmosphere, noble temperament.

When Xiaoqing, his servant girl, came in with tea, she saw that the woman in the portrait was lifelike, lifelike and lifelike, just like a real person. Isn't that the princess?

It is said that Wang Ye is good at both literature and military strategy. He is not only good at fighting, but also good at painting.

As soon as I saw it today, it really deserves its reputation.

At this time, Xiaoqing is very lucky that she can be a servant girl in liwangfu and serve such an excellent man, even if she just looks at him every day.

They all thought that the prince's favorite was the soft side princess. Unexpectedly, the prince would draw the portrait of the princess in the middle of the night.

After painting, Chu xuanchen inscribed a few lines on the painting: flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter. If there is no trouble in his heart, it is a good time of life.

After painting, he put down his brush and looked at Xiaoqing pouring tea. "When the ink is dry, put the painting in the cupboard."

"Mr. Wang, you are so good at painting. Do you want to hang it on the wall?" Asked Xiao Qing.

If the princess saw this, she would be very moved.

The grand God of war has painted the princess. This is something that thousands of girls can't dream of. The princess will be very happy.

"No, I'm just practicing my writing. Just put it anywhere." Chu xuanchen gazed at the beauty in the painting, and his tone was very casual.

"Oh, I know." Xiaoqing responds to the sound on the surface, but in her heart, she is suffering from abdominal pain.

Practice writing? Is it possible? Why don't you practice with the concubine Rou?

The prince clearly likes the princess, so he can't help painting the princess. He just did it, but he didn't let the princess know. He's really an awkward and proud prince.

Wang Ye said that she didn't dare to place it casually. She had to treasure the painting carefully. If she really put it casually, her work in liwangfu would be over.