Biquge mobile terminal Gongyi Wuying suddenly sneered, looked directly at Shangguan Yanyu, his eyes were oozing with coldness that was in no way consistent with Ling'er's identity, and a wave of anger poured out like a frenzy, and said with a cold face: "Does the princess treat her servant like this?" This is the Jin Palace, the princess has no scruples, and she is not afraid of being understood? ”

"Ling'er, ...... you" Shangguan Yanyu seemed to think of something, and paused, but he was accused like this by his maidservant, and suddenly felt that his face was violated, and the anger in his heart could not be suppressed, and he took a step and rushed to the front of Gongyi Wuying, and with a wave of his hand, he was about to hit her face, but her wrist was grabbed by her.

Shangguan Yanyu looked at Gongyi without a shadow in amazement, seeing that her eyes were sharp, the mocking arc of her lips gradually expanded, the eyes were bright but penetrating, and the sarcastic smile was extremely intimidating, such a gaze and expression were actually seen from her maid's face, which was really weird.

Shangguan Yanyu trembled slightly, and felt that the chill was getting worse, and he was so shocked that he couldn't believe it, and for a while he felt an aggressive momentum spread from 'Ling'er', like the inviolable majesty of the fourteenth uncle, which made people chill.

But she is obviously the gentle and obedient maidservant, Ling'er.

Gongyi's shadowless eyes swept around, and he didn't see Liu Jinglian, who dropped his jaw in shock, and Qi Hong, who stood at the door and forgot his next move.

Except for the official ceremony, several people basically stopped in place, as if time stood still.

She calmly picked up the white-background porcelain pot from the tea table and shook it, the spout probed between her noses, her eyes were like ice, and the corners of her lips were still hooked with a sneer, and she gently poured the quiet cold water in the pot on the back of her right hand.

Shangguan Yanyu shuddered, and when he looked at it, he had a strong feeling that 'Ling'er' would slowly pour the pot of water on his head......

Qi Hong suddenly ran over and shouted, "Ling'er, the water is dripping onto the painting of the fourth prince." Then he hurriedly put it away.

Shangguan Yanyu finally came back to his senses, pointed at Ling'er and shouted, "Presumptuous! This is the portrait of Princess Chen, who Uncle Siwang wants to hand over to his father, you dare to hurt it! How many cheap lives do you have? ”

"A portrait that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, can it be worth a life? The fourth prince is good at danqing, and it is not a problem to draw eight out of ten. Gongyi's shadowless cold and sharp eyes stared directly at Shangguan Yanyu, and his tone was extremely light.

"Uncle Wang said that this painting is not as complete as the eleventh scene at that time, the horse is fast, Princess Chen's expression is fleeting, and the inspiration is gathered bit by bit, how easy is it to make another one?" Although Shangguan Yanyu's voice was strong, it forced a certain emotion.

Gongyi's shadowless eyes made her feel a chill in her heart, and she was afraid that her tolerant image would be lost in the Jin Palace, and her tone softened a few points, but the anger in her heart gushed out like a mountain and a sea, how could she let go of this cheap woman like this?

She quietly pushed Qi Hong, who was cleaning up next to Gongyi Wuying, Qi Hong was caught off guard, and touched Gongyi Wuying, who was still pouring water on the back of her hand, and the water flowed down and poured onto the freshly rolled painting scroll.

Qi Hong was shocked, quickly knelt down, and said incoherently: "The slave and maid should die, the princess is angry, it's okay to dry it, and the slave and maid will deal with it......"

Shangguan Yanyu looked at Qi Hong condescendingly, and said in a faint and undeniable tone: "You clean up the room and let Ling'er return this painting immediately." ”

Qi Hong obediently took down the porcelain pot in Gongyi Wuying's hand, stuffed the painting into her hand, and comforted her in a low voice: "The paper is very thick, it doesn't matter much." ”