It was a very simple action, but between the two of them, it seemed to freeze, they took a long time to react, it seemed like a whole day had passed for them, and in the eyes of outsiders, it was just a moment.

People have a sense of 10,000 years at a glance, except for their own real experience, words, not quite so.

"Thank you, Master Xue." The purple fir broke away from his hand and bowed down to him.

"No, Miss Purple Fir, you're fine." He waved his hand, and his voice was like a clear spring flowing slowly, touching the ears.

Xue Yiling originally wanted to ask Zi Fang what her true identity was. Because, the relationship between Zifang and Jing Qingran really can't be seen that Zifang is Jing Qingran's maid......

It's like sisters, friends, and relatives.

Zi Fang naturally didn't know what Xue Yiling was thinking, and if he didn't ask, then she naturally didn't know.

Jing Qingran looked not far away, Mu Changge had already met with the painting master Tang Yiru, and they were still polite.

Mu Changge is the princess of Bai Yanguo, she has a noble status, and if she wants to see the painter, she doesn't need to come here in person, she only needs to send a message in the palace, and her own subordinates help her Zhang Luo, and these painters also respond positively.

Today, Mu Changge has nothing to do in the palace, and he comes out for a walk when he is bored, and occasionally I hear someone say that Qing Yage has a descendant of Tang Huan and Tang great calligraphers, a painter, the painting is excellent, named Tang Yiru, and she is still a woman.

Painters are generally men, at least in this era, it is rare to see women who are painters, Mu Changge was interested for a while, so he rushed over to take a look, there is no special meaning.

Mu Changge and Tang Yiru met for the first time, the princess was lively and lively, the painter was clever and smart, and the two of them talked happily.

In the end, Tang Yiru insisted on giving Mu Changge a pair of peony painted by herself, saying that flowers match beauty, and the princess is a beautiful woman, so she is naturally worthy of this graceful and luxurious peony.

Mu Changge also accepted it generously.

Tang Yiru, a master of painting with super skills, is not as old-fashioned as ordinary painters, she is just the opposite, she is an approachable girl, and she looks quite sleek.

If it weren't for being sleek, how could he send Her Royal Highness the princess a painting instead of tricking Her Royal Highness into buying the painting?

There is a big difference between sending and asking someone to buy.

This master painter is quite good at being a man.

"Imperial sister-in-law, come over here." Mu Changge beckoned to Jing Qingran.

Jing Qingran walked up to them generously.

So, the three of them exchanged pleasantries.

Introduce each other.

This painter has a lot of face, one of the most favored princesses of Yanhua, and a princess Chen, both of whom came here to support her.

Tang Yiru is the third generation of descendants of Tang Huan, their family has always been a scholarly family, but they are not rich for three generations, Tang Yiru is like this generation, the Tang family is in the middle of the road, Tang Yiru is ten years old, and she is almost about to be bought into the Qinglou as a prostitute, but she escaped, fled to a green mountain, and went to the Taoist temple to be a Taoist priest, during which she has been disguised as a woman.

Now, she is eighteen years old, the identity of a woman has been exposed, and she simply does not stay in the Taoist temple in the deep mountains and old forests, she is "vulgar".

was originally a young lady from a scholarly family, and she should have looked like a lady, but when she was ten years old, her family fell into the middle of the road, suffered a great change, and her relatives left her one by one, what can she, a ten-year-old girl, do? She ran for her day and night, fled to a green mountain, and was rescued by a kind old Taoist, but after all, she was a daughter, and she couldn't stay long in the Taoist temple.

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