In Kyoto City, a trend of luxury has arisen, and the topic is all around the flyer of Shiliu Liuli Residence.
The painting style of this first-class product is unique in the world, and I don’t know who can draw it so lifelike.
After hearing this, the imperial painter who was responsible for portraits rushed to the city gate to watch it in person. He immediately shed tears and worshiped. He went to Liuli Residence to see the painter but was blocked from going back.
The Sixth Prince Dong Chenyuan was a master of painting. He stood at the gate of the city and was lost in thought for a long time. He wanted to get it but was stopped by someone.
He heard that the Yu family sent such leaflets to Prime Minister Shen's house, one to Prince Jing's house Jing Xuuge, one to the high priest's house, and one to the husband's house of Prime Minister Shen's daughter.
Only there are no major royal palaces and officials, not even princes, princes, and emperors.
So much so that there were many young ladies from well-known families surrounding the city gate who were amazed by the painting style of the list and the items in it. They were even more looking forward to the Sixteen Glazed Houses.
Yujia Yunshuiyuan.
In the room, a figure quietly fell into the room, his dark eyes fixed on the person on the bed, his eyes unmoved.
He walked onto the bed with his feet up and stood with his hands behind his back. There was a slight murderous intent in He He's dark eyes.
In just a moment, those eyes were replaced by darkness again, and the carved face was like ice but showed unruly and nobility.
The person on the bed had a delicate little face, with a face like a hibiscus, eyebrows like a willow, and a breath like an orchid. Her breathing was very light, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and she seemed not to be sleeping very peacefully.
Suddenly, Yu Wushuang suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head to look to the side.
The room was very quiet, it was already afternoon, the setting sun was shining on the back window, and the room was slightly dyed with a hint of red.
Yu Wushuang sat up, her eyes gradually becoming misty and complicated.
"An Yi." She called.
"Miss." An Yi's voice sounded from the window.
"But someone has entered my room."
"Not yet."
"sure?"
"Make sure, we haven't left the courtyard, and we haven't felt any breath. Did Miss lose something?" An Yi asked.
"No, it's just a dream. Go down."
"..."
Yu Wushuang's gaze swept across the entire room.
Is it an illusion?
She just seemed to feel someone, very close to her bed.
None of the hidden guards in the yard noticed it, and she wasn't sure. Maybe it was just a dream——
She did have a dream, and it was not a good dream.
"Miss, are you awake?" Fei Yuan knocked on the door.
"Yes." Yu Wushuang opened the quilt and got out of bed.
Fei Yuan opened the door and came in: "Miss Jing is here."
"Let her in."
Yu Wushuang stood up and walked to the table. She couldn't help but glance at the bed again, feeling slightly uneasy.
He shook his head and raised his hand to pour a cup of tea.
"Wushuang, why are you sleeping in broad daylight?" Jing Xuuge ran to the table with excitement on his face as soon as he entered the door.
"You try to stay up all night."
"What's the point of staying up all night? You don't know that your Liuli House has become popular. That flyer is so tempting. Nowadays, many dignitaries are crowding at the city gate to bid." Jing Xuege was extremely excited.
"What's the point of bidding on that thing?" Yu Wushuang was stunned.
"That thing? What is that thing? That's a top-notch painting. Who wouldn't want to take it home and collect it?"
"..."
Top paintings?
Yu Wushuang was too weak to refute: "Why are you excited about others bidding? It's not like someone gave you a copy."
"I received it, but it was taken away by my brother. Did you give me another one?" It was not easy for Jing Xuuge to get a leaflet.