Li Detong heard a "click" sound, looked down, and saw that his legs were weak.

That's really ......

What is this called?

Shouldn't this little aunt be grateful after listening to the emperor personally draw those things for her?

Li Detong suddenly regretted that he was fast-mouthed, and sure enough, this little aunt's thinking was not something he could understand.

Feng Qian poked Jun Moying's hand unconsciously: "Right, right?" Doesn't that make sense of what I'm saying? ”

Her eyes were full of anticipation, like a child who had done good deeds and was waiting to be praised, Jun Moying's heart moved, and she subconsciously reached out and rubbed her head.

Li Detong just wanted to say that the emperor has a lot of business to deal with, where can he be idle and panic to be a painter for her? But before he could say these words, the emperor spoke.

"Yes, that makes sense." There was a hint of pampering in his low-alcohol and smiling voice.

Wow, Feng Qian was so excited that he almost didn't pounce.

Li Detong burst into tears.

If the masters of the other palaces knew about it, they would have to die of anger one by one - no matter who it was, every time they came back to see the emperor, the emperor refused under the pretext that he was busy with political affairs, in a word, no one would see him.

But for this little aunt and grandmother, it's like what is it, even the job of a painter should be willing?

Make chalk of one and cheese of the other...... Make chalk of one and cheese of the other...... Li Detong shook his head violently after reciting it three hundred times silently: No! Is this more than a discrimination?

It's basically three thousand beauties, and it's a one-man favorite!

Li Detong even suspected that if this continued, maybe one day in the future, it would not be impossible for the emperor to dismiss all the harems.

But if this is the case, must it not set off an uproar?

Thinking of that situation, Li Detong's face turned white with fright.

Feng Qian glanced at him strangely: "Gonggong Li, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"No, the minion is fine." Li Detong trembled, and his heartbeat speed was still in a state of bungee jumping.

Jun Moying glanced at him, his eyes were cold: "If you don't feel well, then go out and stay." ”

"Yes, the minion obeys." Li Detong retreated pitifully, even if he wanted to be "comfortable" now, he couldn't be "comfortable" - the emperor obviously wanted to be alone with Concubine Qian, so he just found a reason to get him out.

So before leaving, Li Detong glanced at him and asked the other people in the hall to retreat with him.

Feng Qian looked dazed.

If she hadn't had auditory hallucinations, Grandpa Li just said "It's okay", right?

Feng Qian blinked suspiciously, but she didn't figure it out, so she had to lower her head and continue to pick up the things in her bowl.

She ate too much this morning, and she hasn't completely eased up yet, and her food at the moment is much better than before.

In Jun Moying's eyes, he clearly noticed this change: "What's the matter today, eating so little?" ”

Feng Qian choked, patted his chest, and suddenly put on a brilliant face to stare at him: "Because I think about your masterpiece for a while, you see, I don't want to think about it!" ”

Jun Moying: "......"

"I happen to be full, if you don't eat either, let's go in?" Feng Qian smiled and pointed in the direction of the inner hall, his dark eyes as bright as obsidian.

Jun Moying hooked her lips, wrapped her big hand around her small hand, got up and walked in with her.

When he arrived at the inner hall, Feng Qian ran to the bookcase with great diligence to tinker with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

She casually spread a piece of rice paper on the desk, but she didn't want the cuffs to be too big, so she inadvertently brushed off a folded piece of paper.

The white paper fell to the ground so lightly.