Chapter 1190: The Six Palaces of the Crown

Genius remembered for a second, "Love โ™‚ รท small? Say โ†’', provide you with wonderful novels to read. The king's mind was indeed inaccurate. ใ€ๆ„›โ†‘ๅŽปโ–ณๅฐโ†“่ชชโ–ณ็ถฒ Qu ใ€‘

That's why he's the king!

Gonggong Shen's awe of Jun Tiange rose to another height.

He hurriedly gave an order to the little eunuch behind him, and the little eunuch ran away in a fart.

And in the side hall of the palace, Yuejihua was bored all day, and she couldn't sleep anymore when she woke up naturally.

There are maids watching outside the hall, there are people to serve meals, there are people to serve clothes, and she has almost no personal freedom except for her own thoughts.

Fortunately, in her previous life, she was a dead house, and she could read comics at home for ten days and half a month without going out.

There were no comic books in the palace, so she asked the palace maid to bring paper and pencils, write and draw on the paper, and draw comics for herself.

Thinking about such a bizarre encounter with myself, if I really drew it, I guess it could really become a book.

She thought about it and asked the maid to get some charcoal, she was really not used to the brush, and planned to make her own charcoal to draw comics to spend the boring days.

In fact, she didn't know how long she would live.

How long can the Nine Kings endure their hatred for her, she, a substitute for the dead, will be slaughtered one day.

No matter if she is not afraid, it is naturally good to survive, and if she can't survive, she should be reincarnated as soon as possible.

She's the one who died once, anyway.

Not long after the palace maid left, she took a few small eyebrow pencils and gave them to her: "Did the girl say that she wanted this?" โ€

Yue Jihua was surprised: "There is still this in the palace?" โ€

"Miss Hui, it is said that this is made by the king's mother, Princess Yu, she can make a lot of things, and she is the most powerful woman in this continent." The palace maid looked envious and admiring.

"The king's mother?"

Jun Tiange originally had a mother, but there was no queen mother in this palace.

"Well, Princess Yu and King Yu are now on another new island, and they haven't been back for a long time, about ten years." The palace maid saw that she was interested, and offered the treasure to her.

Yuejihua was shocked, the Ninefold King not only had a mother but also a father.

But also, the Nine Kings were able to unify the world at such a young age, and it definitely didn't rely on his own personal strength.

"They...... Why not come back? โ€

The palace maid shook her head: "The slave maid doesn't know, I heard that the season on the new island is pleasant, not too cold and not too hot, and many people in Chongguo have moved there and never returned." ใ€ๆ„›โ†‘ๅŽปโ–ณๅฐโ†“่ชชโ–ณ็ถฒ Qu ใ€‘"

The palace maid's language is full of yearning.

Yue Jihua smiled: "No matter how good the place is, it is not as good as my hometown, if possible, I am willing to return to my hometown." โ€

Although the city was full of smog and heavy traffic.

The palace maid echoed her and said: "Yes, the girl is right, but the girl's idea is better not to let the king know, when she enters this palace, she is the king's person, and it is a great respect for the king to want to go back." โ€

Yuejihua put down the pen and looked at her: "What's your name?" โ€

"The slave and the maid are witty, the slave and the maid are not trying to preach the girl, but ...... Just a reminder that if the girl doesn't like to listen, the slave promises not to say it again. Punch quickly knelt down and shook his head in fear.

She also saw that this girl was kind and didn't hesitate to talk to these slaves and maids, so she forgot that she was presumptuous.

"Get up quickly, if it's for my good, how can I blame me, and besides, I was originally a slave." Yuejihua hooked the corners of her mouth self-deprecatingly.

"Girl, you are not a slave, the king has not spoiled a woman for a long time, you ...... last night"

"I'm lucky, so my worth is going to change?" Yuejihua took the conversation quietly. ใ€ๆ„›โ†‘ๅŽปโ–ณๅฐโ†“่ชชโ–ณ็ถฒ Qu ใ€‘

Punchline glanced at her quietly, and the girl didn't seem to be pleased with her words, but she nodded anyway.

"At least there can be a place for a beauty."

Yue Jihua picked up the pen and lowered her head to draw, while asking casually: "How many palace maids can a beauty serve?" โ€

"Two big palace maids, four small palace maids, and two little eunuchs."

"If I really get a beauty, you can follow me, at least I won't beat and curse people for no reason, and I won't vent my hatred with slaves and maids."

Although she has no hope left, she can at least do something for the other poor people in this house.

The witty words were slightly stunned, and quickly thanked: "Thank you, girl." โ€

"Don't thank you, get up, I'm not afraid of concussions." Yueji Blossom said while drawing her own picture, and her little hand was holding an eyebrow pencil and scribbling casually.

I was not satisfied with the painting, so I jumped out of the house and went to the bronze mirror to look in the mirror.

I can't help but be stunned by the beauty of my own face.

It turned out that this face was so beautiful when she was dressed up, no wonder that Concubine Jin wanted to beat her to death when she saw her.

But who does this face look like, and how much does it look like?

Yue Jihua admired her face for a while, returned to the couch, and scribbled on the desk again.

Witty smile and said, "The girl is so beautiful." โ€

Yuejihua could hear that she was sincere, but unfortunately, it wasn't her.

And because of this face, she was greatly offended.

But no one can understand her heart.

Yuejihua just wanted to tell her that in this harem, beauty is useless.

I heard the rumors outside that the Ninefold King had returned to the palace.

Yue Jihua continued to lie on the desk and draw her paintings, she didn't know any court etiquette, and she didn't want to deliberately please him.

Jun Tiange walked in, with a hint of cold air in the night.

Yue Jihua glanced up at him and said naturally, "Wang, you're back." โ€

A trace of surprise flashed in Jun Tiange's eyes: "What are you doing?" โ€

Gonggong Shen followed behind him with a full head of question marks, why did the king become completely empty when he arrived at Yuejihua.

Yue Jihua didn't even greet her, he didn't even care, and took the initiative to ask what she was doing.

Gonggong Shen took a closer look at the moon flower, it was really a good color, that day in prison, her face was stained, it was black, she hadn't cleaned it for half a month, and she really couldn't see it.

Although it is indeed the appearance of the country and the city, if Wang Zhen has taken a fancy to her beauty, he does not believe it.

In this palace, whether it is a noble concubine or a golden concubine, which one is not the sixth palace of Yanguan.

"I'm bored to do something to pass the time, this doesn't look like me?" Yuejihua held up the paper and handed it to him, staring at him with a pair of devastated eyes begging for praise.

Jun Tiange took it, and when he saw the person in the painting, the hatred in his eyes swept over.

"Like ...... Indeed like. Jun Tiange stroked her face, but his tone was neither salty nor light, and his lowered eyes made it impossible to guess his thoughts.

"Have you eaten?" Jun Tiange sat down and took her hand and played with it.

Yuejihua's fingers are not slender, white and tender, and there are chubby concave small meat pits on the back of the hand.

"I used it." Yue Jihua suppressed the urge to withdraw her hand and replied obediently.

"Eat less at night in the future, and if you continue to grow, this king is afraid that you won't be able to wear a phoenix dress." Jun Tiange glanced at Gonggong Shen.

Gonggong Shen immediately called someone to bring in food and put it on the table where Yuejihua painted.

The painting of the moon season flower was just padded to the meal.

Yue Jihua's fists clenched quietly, and finally endured it without speaking. Reading, a better reading experience.