The prince was shocked: "This is the money that King Yue compensated the palace, why did you take so much?" Even if you take it, you should take 180,000 taels! ”

Leng Lanzhi smiled slightly: "If it weren't for my generosity and taking out 180,000 taels to fill the hole, my father would not have rewarded the imperial brother at the court meeting today, but would have rewarded you with a scolding, plus a punishment of I don't know how much silver."

These 500,000 taels are not so much a reward for the crown prince as a reward for me. I also gave you the remaining 140,000 taels, which is already very reasonable. ”

She glanced at the prince: "Even if I take it all, it's not that it's impossible." ”

She originally wanted to offer to let King Yue be fined, even if the money didn't fall into her pocket, she would make him bleed profusely.

I didn't expect my father to mention it first.

In that case, she laughed it off.

The prince choked.

He opened his mouth, and finally closed it again.

He originally wanted to say that in addition to rewarding him for reettling refugees, there was actually a part, and a large part of it, which was the spiritual compensation given to him by his father when he saw that he was too pitiful to be cuckolded.

But as a man, being cuckolded and almost becoming a father is already quite humiliating, and he doesn't want to ask for mercy everywhere with this matter.

Leng Lanzhi asked people to carry the silver back to the princess's mansion, and reminded before leaving: "That autumn girl's heart is very big, although it is full of fifth brothers, but maybe when she will think of the prince, the prince should not give a green hat to his head again." ”

The prince was furious: "This palace doesn't have that hobby!" ”

If you are a man, you can't stand the green above your head, not to mention that he is still the prince of a country!

If it weren't for Qiu Wenwen's royal blood in her belly, her repeated horizontal jumping between the prince and the prince would be enough for her to die a hundred times.

However, even if she doesn't die now, after the child is born, she will not have a few days to live.

Qiu Wenwen also knows this, so since she entered the Yue Wangfu, she has been trying to find a way to save herself.

Compared with her life, she is now just a low-level concubine, and she can not care about it.

After all, no matter how high her position is, it is empty, once she gives birth to the child, the emperor, empress and Leng Lanzhi will definitely not let her go.

What's more, this child simply doesn't exist.

So, she must let the "child" disappear when she is ready.

Before this scourge can be solved, she needs to prove her worth and tell King Yue, and even the people of the entire Sheng Kingdom, that she Qiu Wenwen is the chosen daughter, and once she dies, the Sheng Kingdom will be finished!

Moreover, this is also an opportunity to help King Yue lift the grounding.

"System, I'm going to exchange a map of the mine."

【Ding! If the transaction is successful, 10,000 points will be deducted. 】

Qiu Wenwen looked at the few points left, and only felt a pain in her flesh.

This is the points she got back after hanging several fish, and she struggled to brush the favorability of the fish to more than 80 points.

For a map, she's almost bottoming out of her points.

Looks like we'll have to keep fishing.

The prince's fish is very good, the favorability is easy to brush, and he has 85 points, as long as his favorability value reaches more than 90 points, one point can be exchanged for more system points.

It's a pity that Qifeng Palace and Princess Mansion will definitely be strictly guarded, so they will ...... It's a bit hard.

"Forget it, there's always a chance."

Qiu Wenwen comforted herself, and then picked up the map that appeared out of thin air.

This map was machine-typed, and she definitely couldn't use it directly, so she had to draw it.

Just as she was about to take out the pen, she remembered something, and suddenly there was another pain in her flesh: "Damn, the pencil that was exchanged for points last time was lost in the palace." ”

Although a pencil only costs ten points, which is nothing compared to the 10,000 points on the map, but now she doesn't have many points, and every point is good.

"I can't bear the child's wolf!" Gritting her teeth, Qiu Wenwen exchanged her points for a pencil again.

As long as she is given enough time, she believes that she will soon be able to raise several big fish again and save enough points.

***

"Princess, this is something that the palace people cleaned up in Qiu Wenwen's residence, and they didn't dare to dispose of it privately, so they presented it." Flowing yarn carried a tray containing several sheets of paper and a cylindrical object with a strange shape.

One end of the cylindrical object is pointed, and the tip is black.

Leng Lanzhi picked up the cylindrical thing and looked at it, but he didn't understand what it was for a while, so he put it down for the time being, and picked up the paper in the tray again.

At this glance, she was stunned.

Here are several self-portraits, all of which are painted of the same person.

Qiu Wenwen.

Leng Lanzhi is not surprised that Qiu Wenwen can paint, she is surprised that this painting is very different from what she knows, both in terms of painting methods and tools.

The painting is in black and white, and both the demeanor and the details are almost the same as those of a real person.

Aside from the black and white color scheme, it's almost impossible to tell it's just a painting.

It's so realistic.

This method of drawing is also very novel.

Most importantly, the tools for painting.

Leng Lanzhi's gaze refixed on the cylindrical strange thing, and he couldn't help but pick it up and look at it for a while.

"Flowing yarn, take a piece of paper."

In response, the flowing yarn took a piece of unused rice paper.

Leng Lanzhi put the tip part on it and swiped it gently.

Instantly, a color appeared on the paper.

This color is lighter than ink, and it doesn't need to be controlled by her, and the marks are very narrow.

She was a little surprised.

Is it with such a pen that Qiu Wenwen painted a lifelike self-portrait?

This woman, sure enough, has two brushes.

No wonder he was fascinated by the crown prince.

Leng Lanzhi tried to write a few words with that strange pen again, and found that this was more convenient to use than a brush, after all, this kind of pen does not need to be dipped in ink all the time.

But there is also a disadvantage, that is, the resistance when writing is relatively large, and some wrists are consumed.

She just wrote for a while, and her wrists were a little tired.

"Liusha, go and ask the person in charge of serving Qiu Wenwen, who has seen her paint? Where did she get this pen? ”

Liusha took the order and left, and soon brought back a little palace maid.

This palace maid is the rough palace maid of Qinxiangyuan, one day she was a little uncomfortable when she was doing daily cleaning, so she found a corner where no one was around.

The place where she was hiding was facing the window of Qiu Wenwen's room, and she heard Qiu Wenwen send everyone in the room out, then opened the window and painted in the mirror.

The little palace maid recalled: "The way the autumn girl painted was different from the way the slave maid had seen before, she did not spread the paper on the table, but ordered someone to make a smooth and flat wooden board, fixed the paper on the wooden board with something, and then put the wooden board on her legs, she held the wooden board with one hand, held the pen in the other hand, and looked at the bronze mirror with her eyes......"

While talking, she gestured.

Leng Lanzhi stopped her: "You say, she holds the pen like this?" ”

She followed the example of the little palace maid and made a gesture of holding a pen.

This posture is very unfamiliar, Leng Lanzhi is used to seeing all kinds of people, and he has never seen anyone holding a pen like this.

The little palace maid was not sure: "It seems to be ...... It doesn't seem to be ......."

Liusha was a little anxious: "Yes, no, no, why does it still seem to be and it doesn't?" ”

"Flowing yarn." Leng Lanzhi frowned.

looked at the little palace maid again: "You think slowly, don't worry, you don't have to be burdened, even if you can't remember, it doesn't matter." ”