If the tiger doesn't show off its power, it will treat her like a sick cat... But she just endures it. The two brothers named Mo are still watching, and she doesn't want to die too early and too ugly.

"It's okay if you don't. You know, sister, when I open my mouth, I sometimes don't know what I said or who I offended. If..."

"Well, it's quite annoying." Qu Tan'er nodded and gave her a positive answer.

However, as soon as Qu Tan'er finished speaking, Yun Youlian's entire face turned green and green.

"You don't look good. Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you ask the maid to ask the doctor to come over and take a look." Qu Tan'er looked at her worriedly, as if he was afraid that she would fall down if she couldn't breathe properly.

"The princess is really joking, how can I feel uncomfortable?" Yun Youlian smiled sinisterly and glanced at Qu Tan'er, with a flash of hatred in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, it's time for your ink to be sharpened." Qu Tan'er glanced at Mo Liancheng's nearly completed painting and said lightly. At first, he didn't pay much attention to what was in his painting, but after a closer look, Mo Liancheng's painting was about to be completed.

The scenery painted by Liancheng looked damn familiar. It looked like... hell, it was actually the main courtyard of her snowy courtyard.

She was dizzy and depressed, but she didn't expect that he could draw every detail and every line.

But... if she kept grinding, she was afraid that she would be shot dead by the sight of a certain concubine.

A woman glaring at a woman is certainly not an ordinary ruthless person, and the woman glaring at her across from her is also a ruthless character.

"Grind it." Mo Liancheng replied lightly, still painting carelessly.

"How about I grind the ink for the prince?" Yun Youlian heard this and saw that Mo Liancheng wanted to continue painting, so he immediately rushed to Qu Tan'er.

"Thank you..." Qu Tan'er wanted to say thank you so that he could give up the big seat, but before he could finish thanking her, Yun Youlian walked over and without saying a word, he insisted on taking her into his hands.

The polished ink stick was snatched away.

It is tolerable, but what is intolerable...

Even if Yun Youlian didn't sound nice, her movements should be gentler, so she wouldn't hold on to it.

But...

"No need, I can do it myself." As a result, Qu Tan'er wanted to let go, but when he changed his mind, he held the ink stick tighter, and the movement of rubbing the ink did not stop, but became even more intense.

Be a little more attentive.

"It's not troublesome. I'm used to serving the prince anyway, so I won't miss this time. Princess, just let me go. I'll take care of my sister." Yun Youlian glared over and stretched out his hand to grab something.

Shi also worked harder.

On the other hand, Mo Liancheng, who was painting at the same time, seemed to have never noticed the two women who were about to fight. He continued to paint with a focused expression, occasionally putting a little ink on the grinding table with the brush, and then continued painting.

Suddenly, the phenomenon in the study room was a bit strange.

The fight was fierce on one side, and the painting on the other side was not distracted at all, while Mo Jingxuan and Jing Xin, who were watching the show on the other side, both stared blankly at the scene of movement and silence, speechless.

"Ahem, let me ask, what is your name?"

"Back to the Fourteenth Prince, my name is Jing Xin." Jing Xin replied.

"Then should you go over and help your master?" Mo Jingxuan twitched his lips slightly and looked at the mirror strangely.

"My slave is powerless, so I wonder why the Fourteenth Prince doesn't ask him to speak?"

"Ahem, actually, I am also powerless."
Chapter completed!