Zhao Jia took care of his own painting, in order to let Zhao Ji see his face more clearly, he even deliberately stopped his pen and stretched his waist, raised his neck, so that Zhao Ji could just see the outline of his perfect side face, his eyes were closed at the touch of the soft position, he lowered his head and continued to paint, with a focused look in his eyes, extremely serious.

There is a saying that a serious man is the most handsome, especially when the man is already handsome, and his attractiveness can be imagined.

Wang Ganniang of Ximenqing once put forward the "five-character mantra of hooking up with young women": Pan, donkey, money, Mian, and leisure.

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Pan An's handsome appearance.

Donkey-sized licensed.

Rich.

There is a needle hidden in the cotton, you can't be impatient, and you have to get to the point as soon as you come up.

There is plenty of time.

The above five things are complete, and most women in the world can't resist.

In this regard, Zhao Jia felt the same way, he didn't believe that Zhao Ji, a resentful woman in the deep palace, could really hold back and not be moved, thinking so in his heart, but as time went by, his expression in painting became more and more serious and focused, and for a while he forgot that the Queen Mother Zhao Ji was peeking at him.

The sun was shining at noon outside the hall, and the breeze came slowly, blowing the thin veil hanging down in the hall, and while floating, it was like a cloud.

But with the beautiful scenery and this empty hall, it is still difficult to hide the coldness of the deep palace.

Zhao Jia knelt on the side of the long table, his hand movements were free and easy, his expression was natural and calm, and he was indescribably freehand.

Zhao Ji, who was originally lying on the soft couch, had already sat up obliquely at some point, leaning on the long soft cushion on one side, her posture was soft, her chin was supported with one hand, and her black and white phoenix eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

The most beautiful scenery in the world is never a painting, but the scenery in front of you.

Zhao Jiliu's eyebrows frowned slightly, she didn't expect Zhao Jia to really calm down and paint, and she didn't have the heart to watch the play for a while, but she was really curious, wanting to see what Zhao Jia could draw.

She was the most honorable master of this palace, so she naturally did whatever she wanted.

There is no need to say anything.

Zhao Ji glanced at the maid beside her, the other party stepped forward to put on her shoes, she got up, her arms were slightly open, and then folded in her lower abdomen, and slowly walked out of the tulle curtain.

As you walk out, the light reflects it, making it the center of the main hall.

I don't know what material is made of Luo Yi on her body, it is extremely silky and delicate, and the color is even more gorgeous, and the cloud-like sideburns are inserted horizontally with a golden hairpin, which forms a sharp contrast with the long black hair like ink, and the white and red skin highlights her beauty more and more.

Now.

Zhao Ji has come to Zhao Jia's side, the purpose is a picture of a beauty, the person on the picture is her appearance, although hindered by the influence of the paper, her beauty has not been perfectly highlighted, but her demeanor is the same as her, extremely vivid, as if the person in the painting can come out directly.

Zhao Ji was a little surprised, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Jia a few more times, obviously she didn't expect that Zhao Jia could really draw her perfectly with a meeting.

At this moment, Zhao Jia was already finishing, he didn't seem to know that Zhao Ji and the others had walked in front of him, his eyes were groaning, he hesitated for a moment, and wrote on the side: There are beautiful women in the West, peerless and independent, looking at the city, and then the country. Rather than know the city and the country, it is difficult to get a beautiful woman.

As the pen and ink stopped.

Zhao Ji spoke.

"Painted?"

Zhao Jia seemed to be aware of it at this moment, looked up and saw Zhao Ji in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and his eyes showed a little obsession, but it was only for a moment, and he replied: "It's done, please take a look at the Queen Mother." ”

Zhao Gao stood beside Zhao Ji respectfully, seeing this scene, his eyes showed a slight color, the prince of Zhao Guo in front of him seemed to be different from what he knew, but no matter what he thought in his heart, he didn't show anything on his face, and reached out to pick up Zhao Jia's painting and handed it to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji stretched out her hand to catch it, Meimu was deeply attracted by the verses on it, and after a while, she looked at Zhao Jia and said coldly: "Zhao Jia, are you guilty?" ”

"I don't know what the Queen Mother means?"

Zhao Jia was stunned and said in hindsight.

Zhao Ji looked angry and asked in a deep voice, "I don't know what it means?" The mourners just asked you to paint, but you wrote such poems on it, and you dare to say that you are not guilty? ”

"On the spur of the moment, if the queen mother doesn't like it and feels that the minister is guilty, she can be punished at will."

Zhao Jia raised his head, looked at Zhao Ji, his eyes seemed to shoot into Zhao Ji's eyes, and said slowly.

"You don't explain one or two? Extremely beautiful...... When did the mourning family become the woman who brought disaster to the country and the people? ”

Zhao Ji looked displeased.

Zhao Jia explained solemnly and respectfully: "The foreign minister just suddenly had such a feeling when he completed this picture, so he wrote such a poem, and he did not mean to insult the queen mother. ”

"According to what you mean, the appearance and charm of the mourning family can overwhelm the country and the city?"

Zhao Ji's face softened slightly, and she asked.

Zhao Jia said with a serious face: "With the beauty of the Queen Mother, if it was placed in the past, someone would be willing to exchange a city or even a country for it." ”

Zhao Ji was amused, let out a coquettish laugh, and said softly: "According to your meaning, isn't the mourning family a woman like Bao Xi and Xi Shi?" ”

"In the minds of the ministers, in terms of beauty alone, the Queen Mother is by no means weaker than them."

Zhao Jia nodded, and responded as a matter of course, how could a woman who could be favored and fascinated by Qin Yiren and Lu Buwei be ordinary.

This figure, face...... It's not an exaggeration to say that it's a terrible stunner.

Zhao Ji's smile became more and more beautiful, and her beautiful face did not look like a woman who had given birth to a child at all, and said with a smile: "I am quite good at talking, this painting is very satisfactory, what reward do you want?" ”

"It's a great fortune to be able to see the Queen Mother's peerless face again, how dare you ask for anything else."

Zhao Jia shook his head slightly, with the expression that he was an honest child.

"It's a blessing to see the mourners...... Heh~"

When Zhao Ji heard this, the smile on his face gradually converged, I don't know what he thought, his expression turned cold for a moment, he looked at Zhao Jia, and said lightly: "Since you don't ask for anything else, then the mourning family won't reward you with anything, Zhao Gao, send him out." ”

"Yes!"

Zhao Gao responded and made a gesture of invitation to Zhao Jia.

A woman's heart is a needle...... Zhao Jia didn't expect Zhao Ji to turn his face so quickly, but he was not in a hurry, the coming day was long, some things were in a hurry, he knew the future plot, and he knew that Lu Buwei would provide him with assists.

"The minister retires!"

Zhao Jia bowed, then turned around and left with Zhao Gao.

Zhao Ji watched the two walk out of the palace, looked at the scroll in her hand again, a little distracted, she didn't know how long she hadn't been praised for her beauty.

That Lu Buwei didn't even want to come to see her for a month, and he didn't even like wasting time to sit for a while.

"It turns out that it's not that the mourning family has become ugly, but that he has never had me ...... in his heart"

Zhao Ji muttered to herself, feeling sorry for herself.

PS: There is not enough time, and it should not be a big problem to come again, and the fourth one depends on the situation, and it is really not possible to make up tomorrow