Not to mention the emperor, even the group of eunuchs had their eyes widened at this moment and couldn't help themselves.

"Crash..."

It descended with the sound of wind, like a fairy being banished, and finally arrived in front of the emperor.

Just standing there so handsomely has become the only focus in the sky and on earth.

Even the bright and round moon is not as charming and beautiful as it is.

Zhu Houzhao stood there stupidly, stunned for a long tea time, then suddenly woke up and laughed: "I have no regrets in this life!"

"It doesn't matter if you can smell the oriental girl's red makeup and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains collapsing!"

With sighs, Zhu Houzhao walked back and forth three times around Dongfang Bubai, still unable to take his eyes away.

If it weren't for the lack of force, he really wanted to hug Dongfang Bubai tightly into his arms.

"Give me your hand!" Zhu Houzhao said, looking excited.

Dongfang Qing felt numb and wanted to kick this bastard to death who always wanted to take advantage.

But when I thought about wearing women's clothes, I felt that it didn't matter anymore. It would be more important to finish recording the 6,300 volumes of martial arts scriptures as soon as possible.

Let Zhu Houzhao hold his little hand and walk towards the Yangxin Hall step by step with small steps.

"Come here, call the painter, whoever can paint an oriental girl in one or two colors will be rewarded!"

As soon as he stepped into the hall, Zhu Houzhao roared loudly.

Eyes eager.

Dongfang Qing, who was standing aside, almost wanted to draw his sword.

Isn’t it enough for you to watch alone? Do you want someone to draw me?

"Okay! If you're ruthless, after tonight, I will finish reading the 6,300 volumes of martial arts scriptures as quickly as possible!"

"Don't think about me seeing you again!"

Dongfang Qing was speechless, with no expression on his face.

With her cold face and that charming charm, she looked like a fairy who had just walked away in the world of mortals and accidentally provoked a hint of fireworks.

"Don't spread the portrait, otherwise I will really die!"

Dongfang Qingqiao stood there lively.

There were more than a dozen painters in front of me, writing furiously, with deep intoxication on their faces.

Zhu Houzhao stood next to Dongfang Bubai, holding Dongfang Bubai's little hand and letting everyone paint.

At this moment, all the painters felt a hint of rage in their hearts.

In other words, Zhu Houzhao was an emperor, otherwise how could he deserve to stand beside such a fairy?

He also held the fairy's hand.

This kind of person should be taken out and beheaded!

"No! It should be quartered!"

"In front of such a fairy, how can you, a mere mortal, stand beside her!"

"..."

All the painters were cursing in their hearts while painting excitedly.

Among the painters, there was an old man who was nearly fifty years old. He looked at the scene in front of him and was unable to write for a long time.

His eyes became brighter and brighter, and he murmured:

"A volume of true scripture is an illusion,"

"The human eye mistakenly guesses."

"If you don't teach me to tread lightly on the lotus,"

"Who knows that Xian'e is cynical?"

After finishing the poem, the old man lightly twisted the pen and ink and finished it.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed. Many painters were scratching their heads, but they could not paint a single bit of Dongfang Bubai's cool and charming character in front of him.

Everyone was still thinking hard until the old man who was reciting poems put away his paintbrush and left laughing.

"Lift the scroll and let me see it!"

Zhu Houzhao did not blame the painter, but looked forward to it.

After all, this man was a well-known talent in his time, with both poetry and painting.

"Okay! Although this painting only depicts an oriental girl in three colors, it is still considered the best in the world and should be rewarded!"

"Wait a minute, call Tang Bohu back, why didn't he draw me?"

…

"This martial arts pavilion is actually built in the Nuan Pavilion. The pavilion within the pavilion is only separated from Zhu Houzhao's residence by a wall. Shameless old thief!"

In the Wuge, Dongfang Qing looked up to the sky and sighed.

No matter how much he thought about it, he never expected that Zhu Houzhao was so good at playing.

Isn’t this just the beauty hidden in the golden house?

"Sister, I want to record all the martial arts scriptures as quickly as possible!"

Separated from Zhu Houzhao by a wall, Dongfang Qing was under great pressure.

Facing such an emperor, he was really flustered.

Fortunately, my martial arts skills are so strong that no one can use my strength.

As for the painter's portrait last night, Dongfang Qing had already forgotten it.

There is really no painter who can paint his stunning beauty, so there is no need to worry.

For ten days, Dongfang Qing did not leave the house. Even if Zhu Houzhao came every time and greeted him like a dog, Dongfang Qing just dealt with it casually.

I was really impatient, so I handed it over and started playing by myself!

Finally, ten days later, Dongfang Qing finished reading 6,300 volumes of martial arts scriptures.

In the past ten days, he almost vomited just by flipping through the book.

"It's okay, okay... I should find a place, no! Go back to Blackwood Cliff to improve your understanding and make a breakthrough in one fell swoop!"
Chapter completed!