People say that the harem is treacherous, with clear knives and hidden guns, and it is a place where people eat people and don't spit out bones, but the Cining Palace of Jade Fuyao is the opposite.

No matter how much you fight outside, you can't affect her.

Outside the window, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the sun is shining, and the whole house is bright and bright, quiet and peaceful.

The young painter is worthy of Qin Muya's true biography, although he was a little twisted at first, but after Yu Fuyao's "beating", if he had divine help, he would soon have a sequel painting book freshly baked.

The two little people in the portrait are dressed in cool clothes, and you come and go to do various mutual aid activities, which is very interesting for research.

Yu Fu swayed with a look of hard study and studiousness, and carefully looked at each one, not letting go of any details.

Although the painting is somewhat abstract, it does not hinder people's imagination.

Coupled with the fact that there are real references, the picture of Yu Fuyao is extremely exciting when it is associated.

Yu Fuyao tasted the famous tea while admiring his husband and the little eunuch's fantain, Xiao Huangben, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Very good, Hongu likes it very much."

Although the scale is not as open as Qin Muya's, it also has a unique flavor when it is half-concealed and half-hidden.

Yu Fuyao looked at it, and even the mood of being ruined by the draft brightened, and his eyes were pleasant.

That's right, the plot collapses and let it collapse, and you still have to enjoy it first.

Her life credo is that any superfluous behavior that wastes her mind is self-inflicted.

If you don't understand something, throw it into the recycle bin first, so as not to occupy the memory of the hard disk.

Seeing that the queen was happy, the little painter's heart also fell.

He didn't know what he was drawing at all, the palm of his hand holding the pen was in cold sweat, and his hand was shaking when he put down the pen.

If the master saw it, he would definitely pull it off with a ruler and scold him for wasting paper.

But in the current situation, no principle is as important as saving his life, so he can only draw according to the queen's wishes.

Under the run-in, he has gradually figured out the queen's preferences, and he doesn't need to be more exquisite in painting, nor does he need to be more attentive in artistic conception.

In that case, so be it.

Otherwise...... The cold frost that was watching on the side was vicious, and he put the knife on his neck again.

This maid called Cold Frost, how can she look like a maid, she is clearly a servant!

It's hard to imagine that there will be an evil maid with a knife in the harem, which simply opened the eyes of the little painter.

"Look at what you see, draw yours." Leng Shuang felt the gaze from the little painter, and immediately frowned, glaring at the little painter viciously.

The little painter was so frightened that his hand shook, and the ink accidentally spilled a piece of paper, and when he looked down again, the painting had been ruined.

There was no way, so the little painter could only redraw the painting head-on, and strive to leave this ghost place as soon as he finished painting.

Jiaoyang covered his mouth and giggled, and quipped: "Cold Frost, you are too fierce, see that our little painter is so scared that you can't hold the pen steadily." ”

Leng Shuang didn't care at all, and even glared at the sun again indiscriminately.

Jiaoyang is not afraid of her, "Why, I got angry when I said two sentences about you, and I don't know who is used to your stinky temper." ”

Cold Frost's face was gloomy a little more, and the hand holding the knife suddenly tightened, and with a clear sound, the blade of the sword was half unsheathed.

There is a momentum to fight with the hot sun.

The scorching sun did not shy away from it, raised his head and chest, put on a posture of battle, and his face was not afraid at all.

The two have fought a lot before, and they always fight like this if they don't deal with each other, and they crack and make noise to death, and they tear down the house every time.

Jade Fuyao has never been so tired of raising huskies.

"Stop, stop." She skillfully acted as a peacemaker, and said to stop the two, "You are sisters, what's the matter if you start fighting at every turn?" Can't you get along with He Ping? ”

As soon as Yu Fuyao opened his mouth, the smoke of the war between the two immediately drifted away, and they all confessed their mistakes.

Cold Frost: "Okay, I won't hit her." ”

Jiaoyang: "For Miss's sake, I don't care about her." ”

When they spoke, they turned their faces away from each other, as if they didn't want to see each other's faces.

Yu Fuyao: "......" is like a chicken quarrel in an elementary school.

It was the little painter who was really shocked, he didn't expect that these two maids with completely different personalities turned out to be sisters.

The sun is gentle and careful, with a smile like a little sun on his face, the cold frost is as cold as ice, and his temper is stinky and hard, no matter how you look at it, there is no similarity between the two.

"What are you looking at?" Leng Shuang saw that the little painter was staring at her again, and immediately said sharply, "Looking for death, right?" ”

The little painter pursed his lips, his mood was indescribably complicated, so he had to bury his head and continue to paint his own.

Jiaoyang couldn't get used to the stinky temper of cold frost, and after rolling his eyes, he took the first step to retreat to Yu Fuyao.

Jade Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief; "Go, go."

So as not to disturb her rare afternoon tea time.

But it backfired, not long after the sun left, Yu Fuyao had just seen it in his mind, and there was a commotion outside the door.

That sharp voice sounded like Concubine Qi.

What a coincidence, just said that the pastries sent by Concubine Qi were delicious, and this person came.

His temples jumped up and down, and Yu Fuyao raised his jade fingers and rubbed them, with a little displeasure in his slightly deep voice: "Cold frost." ”

Cold Frost: "Yes." ”

Yu Fuyao: "Go out and have a look." ”

Cold Frost: "Yes." ”

Cold Frost walked to the door, pushed the door open with both hands, and closed the door to block the person when the outsider wanted to force it in.

Sure enough, it was none other than Concubine Qi who was making a noise outside, it was Concubine Qi who had sent snacks to Yu Fuyao.

Seeing the door closed, Concubine Qi was still standing on tiptoe and reaching her head to shout loudly into the room.

"The Queen—"

"Queen Mother, my sister has something important to discuss with my sister-"

It's a pity that her voice was all blocked by Cold Frost's upright figure and couldn't reach the queen's ears.

Leng Shuang glanced indifferently at Concubine Qi in front of her, and said expressionlessly: "The queen mother is resting, and there are no idle people." ”

Concubine Qi is also a master anyway, how can she put her subordinates in her eyes, she just sneered when she heard the words, and pushed Leng Shuang away inappropriately.

"I have something important to find your queen mother, you'd better not block me at this juncture, otherwise you can't afford to make a mistake!"

Concubine Qi reached out to push the cold frost disapplauded, but she didn't expect the cold frost to move, but shocked her to the ground.

Concubine Qi was shocked by an inexplicable internal force and fell to the ground, and before she could react, she screamed in pain.

"! What's wrong with you? Are you alright? ”

The few maids who followed Concubine Qi were so nervous that they hurriedly came up to help Concubine Qi up.