Chapter 107: The show is getting bigger
The master of Chinese painting lowered his head, and when he saw the rice paper on the ground, his pupils shrank sharply.
It was rice paper that he couldn't find in the morning.
When he wanted to bend down to pick it up, the little eunuch next to him had already picked it up one step ahead of him.
The master of Chinese painting said anxiously: "Don't ......."
But before he finished speaking, he was cut off by Concubine De.
"Let me see whose paintings are the ones that can be carried with us by our masters of Chinese painting."
"Yes," the little eunuch ran towards Concubine De.
"No one, it's the manuscript I practiced, I'm afraid it will dirty my mother's eyes, so don't read it."
As he spoke, the master of Chinese painting anxiously went to get the rice paper in the little eunuch's hand.
However, the little eunuch was quick with his hands and feet, evaded the master of Chinese painting, and successfully delivered the rice paper in his hand to Concubine De's hand.
At the same time, Lin Jieyu also walked into Concubine De's courtyard.
When Concubine De was about to unfold the paper, the master of Chinese painting fell to her knees with weak legs.
"Mother, it's really going to dirty your eyes, please don't look at it."
Lin Jieyu saw this scene, and saw the rice paper in Concubine De's hand, as well as the words on the rice paper, and her eyes trembled.
But then, relief flashed in her eyes.
Mu Zhao has been looking at her expression since she came in, and after seeing her relieved emotions, he shook his head slightly.
Lin Jieyu, do you think that after being discovered, the emperor will give you a death, and you will be free?
You'd be naΓ―ve.
Concubine De has finished reading the poem.
The master of Chinese painting listened to the sweat like rain, and his face turned pale.
The concubines blushed when they heard this, and they were silent.
Concubine De slapped the paper on the table with a snap, "Qiao Xiangrong!" How daring! β
Only then did Mu Zhao know that the original master of Chinese painting was called Qiao Xiangrong.
Qiao Xiangrong slumped to the ground, but he still took all the responsibility on himself.
"Everything is the grass people's own ideas, and the grass people are bold."
Lin Jieyu took two steps forward and shouted, "No......."
Then she felt that she had been clicked somewhere, and the rest of the words could not be spoken.
She was ...... Ordered the acupuncture point.
Lin Jieyu realized the terrible nature of the matter.
It seems that Concubine De knew about her and Qiao Lang, and she tried her best to invite Lord Mu.
Today's matter, I'm afraid it can't be solved by the two of them when they die.
It's not a pity that she died, but ..... They can't bother their daughters.
Just as she was in despair, Mu Zhao spoke.
"You are so bold that you dare to think of me."
Lin Jieyu: "? β
She looked at Mu Zhao.
Qiao Xiangrong also looked up at Mu Zhao suddenly, a little puzzled.
Only Concubine De laughed, "The county lord also heard it?" β
In his poem, the word "Zhao" appears, is it not obvious enough? β
Qiao Xiangrong was stunned and explained: "That's the morning and twilight. β
Concubine De scolded him, "Bold, do you think we can't see it if you use homophonic words?" β
"I ......." Qiao Xiangrong thought that Xiao wanted the county lord to die by himself, and if he explained it again, he died with Lin Niang.
He nodded in acknowledgement, "Yes, it's my wishful thinking." β
The sternness on Concubine De's face suddenly turned into a smile, "Even if you still have some responsibility, you dare to act boldly, and you look elegant, but you are also a person who can be trusted." β
Mu Zhao turned his head to look at her, his smile a little cynical.
"What do you mean by this?"
Concubine De felt that what she said was right for Mu Zhao's appetite.
She winked at Mu Zhao, "Is the county lord still satisfied with my arrangement?" β
"This is Concubine De's arrangement?"
Mu Zhao suddenly raised his voice and asked.
At this time, Emperor Zhou's voice came from the door, "What did Concubine De arrange?" β