The place where the palace maids to be edicted live is the Yeting Palace, which is remote and far away from the main palace, and the palace maids are not allowed to move around at will in the harem.

Because of the large number of people in the harem, the emperor could not screen them one by one, so he ordered the painters in the palace to draw the portraits of the palace maids to be edicted, and the emperor selected beauties through the portraits. Inevitably, most of the palace maids to be edicted were screened out before they even saw the emperor's face, Zhaojun was one of them, and Xu Rouer, who lived with Zhaojun, was also one of them.

Xu Rouer is a palace maid selected by the people like Zhaojun, with a beautiful appearance, innocent and romantic, and she and Zhaojun are ready to send tea sets together during the day.

She came back with a teacup, and when she saw Zhaojun leaning on the bed, she came up and asked with concern, "Chang'er, are you better?"

"Much better, nothing, don't worry. You're going well over there, aren't you?" Zhaojun, also known as Han Ruo, smiled slightly and asked rhetorically.

"What's wrong with that? It's just two sets of teacups. Xu Rou'er stared at the big eyes of resentment, and pouted and complained, "You said that we are waiting for His Majesty's summons every day, when can we wait?"

"It should be soon!" Zhaojun thought back to the time of his previous life, and the emperor should soon ask the painters in the palace to paint portraits of these palace maids who were waiting for the edict. It's just that Xu Rouer will not be selected like herself.

"Chang'er, are you Your Majesty good-looking? He is the lord of all frontiers, he should be very good-looking, right? Won't it be very majestic? It's over, what if I can't speak when I see him......" Rou'er completely fell into her own imagination, chattering, her eyes were full of stars for a while, and she looked worried and scared for a while.

Zhaojun shook his head silently and sighed.

This girl, like herself, is from a humble background and has no beauty. He didn't bribe the painter, but Mao Yanshou lit a mole on the portrait and was eliminated. Rou'er filled in all her belongings and bribed, but she was not painted very well, so she was eliminated. How much money can a girl from the folk have?

In fact, they are like this now, which is quite good. You don't have to get involved in harem struggles, but you can also eat and dress well. It's just that the days are long, and it's really too lonely.

"Sister, why don't you speak? Do you think the two of us can be chosen?" Rou'er found that she had been talking to herself, in the past, Zhaojun had to look forward to the future with her, but today she said very little.

"Hopefully!" Zhaojun hid his expression and looked at her with a smile. Either way, it's nice to be able to dream.

"Sister, if both of us are chosen, when Your Majesty doesn't come to see us, we'll hang out every day and play together, okay?" The girl is always full of good wishes for the future, and Rou'er is lively and romantic in an instant.

Zhaojun couldn't bear to hit her, so he replied with a smile, "Okay." ”

Sure enough, things are still going according to the rhythm of the previous life. The painters came to the palace to paint portraits of the palace ladies who were waiting for the edict.

The palace ladies hope that the painter can paint himself beautifully, and he trusts the relationship with the relationship, and the bribe reads.

Of course, these painters did not dare to accept anyone's silver. Those girls whose parents are officials in the court, they don't dare to paint them ugly casually. But those women who were selected from the people, they were not welcome. If you have more financial respect for them, you will paint with more charm, and if you have less filial piety, then you will be embarrassed! It is not easy to be a painter, and it is rare to have a way to make extra money, who will miss it?

Zhaojun's family is poor and is a farming family, so although she learned some culture from her father, the family really doesn't have much money. When she entered the palace, her parents prepared some things for her, but she secretly left them in the boudoir and didn't bring them out. Even the palace maid in the palace has a fixed share, although it is not necessarily many, but one person, it is no problem to be simple, and I can't be filial in front of my parents, so why drag down the family?

So let her bribe, she really can't come up with the money, and she doesn't bother to do this kind of thing.

Although Rou'er felt that this move was inappropriate, everyone was like this, and she followed suit. After all, can you come out and point to this portrait! So she took out her hairpin ring jewelry and all the scattered silver she had saved, and handed it to Mao Yanshou, the painter who painted the portrait of their group of girls.

After finishing the painting, she also looked at it with her own eyes, and only left the studio after making sure that it looked good.

She didn't know that as soon as she walked out of the studio, Mao Yanshou's expression changed. He pursed his lips disdainfully, added two strokes to Rou'er's portrait, and drew her eyebrows thicker, so that her facial features, although also good-looking, were not as delicate as before. You want to send Lao Tzu away with such a thing? Lao Tzu must make your portrait match the belongings you have taken out.

When Zhaojun entered the studio, he saw Mao Yanshou with a disdainful expression.

When Mao Yanshou saw someone coming in, he immediately put on a cold look, calmly laid out a new piece of drawing paper, and then the old god sat there motionless on the ground, waiting for Zhaojun's filial piety.

Zhaojun pretended not to see it, sat on the stool opposite him, and did not speak. This Mao Yanshou, with a pair of triangular eyes, high cheekbones, pointed chin, sharp-beaked monkey gills, and a goatee, looks mean. This dignity matches the image he left in the history books very well. Sure enough, people are as good as their name!

Mao Yanshou waited for a long time, but he didn't see Zhaojun handing over something, so he couldn't help but knock her and said, "You just paint like this?"

"Yes. ”

Mao Yanshou was speechless, and continued to mention: "You didn't prepare anything...... "As he spoke, he made a gesture with his right hand pinching the silver.

"Ready. ”

"Well, that's right!" Mao Yanshou breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could be happy, he was choked by Zhaojun's last words.

"I came here dressed up, and I painted it like this. ”

Mao Yanshou was furious! He made all the gestures to take the silver, and this palace maid was still pretending not to know. Okay! If you stand in my way, I'll get in your way. Although you are very good-looking, you are good-looking and hairy!

Mao Yanshou prides himself on being a scheming person, so he won't directly say things like "If you don't honor me, I'll make you look good". He lowered his face and hastily drew a portrait of Zhaojun, and said to her, "Okay, you can go." ”

"I'll take a look at it. Zhaojun didn't care whether Mao Yanshou agreed or not, and took a few steps to stand in front of his painting case.

"It is said that the Mao painter Danqing is quite exquisite, but I didn't expect it to be more than Erer reads;. This painting can't even be compared to the skills of a little girl! Is it so easy for a court painter to be?" Mao Yanshou is just a painter, and he is not a figure with status in the palace. Anyway, he's going to make his portrait ugly, so what's the point of damaging him? He can't do anything to himself. Therefore, Zhaojun deliberately came to such a show, which can be regarded as venting his anger to the original owner in his previous life.

"You ......" Mao Yanshou was so angry that he pointed at Zhaojun's hands and trembled.

"What am I? I'm not wrong! Do you want me to call the others to admire your paintings?" Zhaojun actually scared him, there are strict rules in the palace, she can't call everyone else in, otherwise she will be dealt with as a thorn in the head no matter what the result is. But Mao Yanshou, as a painter, can't often move around the harem, and his social status is relatively low, so he definitely doesn't know much about these.

Sure enough, Mao Yanshou was frightened, he couldn't smash his own brand. Mao Yanshou changed a disgusting smile, and turned to Zhaojun: "Don't be angry, girl, just tried the pen just now, and I'm painting you now!"

"Then you have to draw better, or I won't follow. "Zhaojun will accept it when he sees it. Mao Yanshou is painting on orders, and there is no real solicitation to prove that there is a problem with his paintings, and he really suffers a loss when something happens.

"Guaranteed to look good!" Mao Yanshou punched the package ticket, and after that, he put up his easel and started painting again. It's obviously much more serious than just now.

After a while, Mao Yanshou pointed out the painting to Zhaojun and said, "Look at this painting, are you satisfied? ”

The painting is a beautiful and unparalleled beauty, with eyes like autumn water, pink face and peach cheeks, clever smile, beautiful eyes, beautiful eyes, and national color, and forget your worries.

"That's pretty much it. Zhaojun reluctantly replied.

Mao Yanshou paused awkwardly. Grandma's, this is my best work! His proud work was reluctantly said to be "almost", and he wanted to curse people. But he is Mao Yanshou, so he still put on a smile on his face, and sent this plague god away first.

"Then girl, you can leave with confidence! The emperor will definitely fall in love with you at first sight!"

"You're not going to change this portrait while I'm gone, are you?" said Zhaojun with a suspicious look.

Mao Yanshou felt a void in his heart, and immediately waved his hand and said: "Definitely not, you can rest assured! There are still people waiting behind!"

"Then I'll go first. Good bye. "It's not a ghost! Zhaojun knows that as an out-and-out villain, he will definitely do something. But there is nothing that can be done right now. So just scared him out and left.

Seeing that Zhaojun was about to leave the door of the studio, Mao Yanshou picked up the pen and prepared to do some tricks, but suddenly Zhaojun turned around and shouted, "Don't do tricks and feet", so frightened that he didn't sit down and fell to the ground.

Ouch! It hurts me!

Mao Yanshou stood up, this time he waited for a while, and after making sure that Zhaojun would not come back, he picked up his pen and added a little to the painting just now.

Hmph! If you dare not give me money, and say that my paintings are ugly, I will make you "look good"! Hmph!

Mao Yanshou clicked a mole on the left cheek of Zhaojun's image, feeling still angry, and clicked another mole on her person. No matter how stunning you are, with these two moles, the ghost will take a fancy to you!

Zhaojun left the studio and put the matter aside. I can't change anything anyway, so I don't want to.

She came to the outside of the palace to breathe and walked around. From a distance, I saw two teenagers next to the rockery, who seemed to be arguing about something.