After the palace banquet, the guests gradually dispersed.
Luomei Xuan was about to lock it when he saw Wen Zhi and two palace attendants carrying a glazed mirror one person tall.
Ruan Yuyi was slightly startled. This was a gift from another country today. I heard that although it is fragile and fragile, it is much clearer than a bronze mirror.
Wen Zhi asked, where should this thing be placed?
She let them look at the arrangement. She placed the things next to the dressing table for use when changing clothes.
"My lord," Wen Zhi handed over a scroll, "His Majesty ordered us to bring this to you, so that you can have a good look at it."
She lowered her eyes and suddenly smiled, "Your Majesty's instructions will naturally not be taken carelessly."
She originally thought that he just said it casually, but she didn't expect that he would actually bring a picture album with pictures of famous ladies. She casually flipped through a few pages, nodded and put them away.
She said softly, "Muxiang, give me a gift for my father-in-law."
"My young master," Mu Ling suddenly said, "Why don't you go as a slave?"
They were all the maids beside her, so it made no difference who went there. She agreed casually, and also asked Mu Xiang to serve the writing.
She actually sat down by the tables and looked through them carefully. The women above had been selected before. Although not all of them were beautiful, they had a unique charm.
In fact, she casually suggested it at that time, but she didn't know how to do it.
She didn't know what kind of concubine he needed, and she couldn't tell whose daughter would be helpful to him. She could only give her a rough look. Logically speaking, such an important task could not be fulfilled.
on her.
As she sighed softly, she heard the sound of opening the door.
She gently put down her pen and ink, saluted and called, "Your Majesty Jin An."
At this moment, Jiang Huaiyang had changed into his regular clothes, opened the soft curtains in the inner room, and walked in. His eyes glanced at the picture albums on the shelves, and he paused before moving away.
She was quite obedient, and when I asked her to look at him, she really fell in love with him.
Perhaps it was because of the wind outside that his fingertips were cold. When he helped her up, she shivered. "What's wrong?" The moonlight filtering through the window traced his slender shadow, making her shudder.
The whole thing is shrouded in shadow.
She pulled away her hand and held it with a smile, "I can't send it to His Majesty until at least tomorrow."
She smiled lightly, but Jiang Huaiyang could see a bit of grievance in it.
His eyes darkened, he grabbed her hand and led her to open the picture album. The gold-sprinkled rice paper was smooth and delicate, and the women on it were all lifelike. As he flipped through the pages, he reviewed them one by one in her ear.
This person doesn’t look as obedient as Lingling——
That name is not as graceful as Lingling's figure——
She understood clearly that he had no intention of having a concubine at all, but was just teasing her. She froze and said softly, "Why is Your Majesty so obsessed with a concubine?"
He tilted his head to hold her earrings in his mouth, and his warm breath sprayed into her ears, "Because it's so quiet under the bed curtain-" He lowered his voice and sent the following words into her ears.
She was shivering all over, but the tips of her ears were burning so much that she felt like her ears would almost melt.
She knew that Ruan Yuyi was not the person he wanted.
It is a bird that sings gracefully, imprisoned in a cage made of gold and jade, but it is about to lose its wings and lose all its blood.
"Why don't I personally make a painting for Ling Ling?" He supported her body and easily placed her on the table, "and also painted it on the picture album."
Ruan Yuyi put her hands on his shoulders with trembling hands, "I'm lucky to be my concubine." She smiled brightly and said something against her will.
Under her coat, her skin was as greasy as cream, as if it had the brilliance of moonlight.
Seeing her going to untie the thin belt at the back of her neck again, his heart sank inexplicably and he pressed her hand.
She didn't say anything, she lowered her eyes and said nothing.
He soaked the pen she had just used with ink, scraped off the excess ink from the edge of the inkstone, found a new page and started writing. The hand holding the sword was actually better at painting.
But with just a few strokes, it roughly took shape.
She turned her head slightly and her eyes fell on the little perfect paintings. The cold air enveloped her body. She had always been afraid of the cold and had long lost her color. But she was used to being cold.
Just when she was stunned, he replaced the pen with a clean one and dipped it in the clean water used to clean the pen. The water soaked the tip of the pen until it became soft, unable to be wrapped, and started to drip down.
"Your Majesty, you don't want to paint anymore?" She looked sideways and saw that the painting was gone.
The woman in the painting is sitting sideways on a desk, supporting her body with one hand. She has slim curves and her black hair is pulled up in a bun. She is much more vivid than the bust portrait in front of her, which is about the same size.
She recalled the pamphlet that Aunt Jin showed her. The blush spread from her neck to her back, as if she wanted to swallow the little lady whole.
Jiang Huaiyang's eyes were deep and he replied, "White paper and black ink inevitably lack some interest."
The young lady's skin was gleaming white, but it was the perfect piece of paper for drawing. He put the brush on her skin, and it really moved like a painting, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.
She felt as if she had fallen into the mouth of a ferocious beast, and the unexpectedly soft belly of the pen held the water and caressed every inch of her body.
Numb to the bone.
But there are also those who shudder in fear.
She bit her lip tightly, swallowed all her sobs, hooked her arms around his neck, and tried to relax her body to cooperate.
He abandoned the pen and picked her up horizontally. She could clearly feel the rhythm of his walking and was afraid of falling to the ground, so she leaned into his arms.
Ruan Yuyi was placed in front of the newly purchased glass mirror, facing the mirror. The mirror was as clear and translucent as a clear spring, and could not be seen more than a few feet deep. It was terrifyingly clear.
She had nowhere to support her, so she had to hold herself up against the mirror. The cold mirror made her tremble slightly.
When she saw herself in the mirror, her heart tightened and she turned away. This was something she had never seen with her own eyes.
But Jiang Huaiyang pinched her chin, forced her to raise her head, and whispered in her ear, "Lingling, see clearly, this is what you look like now."
He kissed the tip of her ear, his lips hot and soft, "Our Lingling is really pretty."
"Afraid? Why are you shaking?" He chuckled.
The woman in the mirror has her hairpin slightly tilted, her temples are wet with a thin layer of sweat and sticks to her cheeks. Her lips are slightly open, and the hot breath she exhales makes the mirror surface fog up.
This is not her.
She shook her head desperately, but her beads were unusually stable and tangled in one place. She was pressed against the mirror, her body was hot and cold, and her mind was confused, as if she was about to fall into the other side of the mirror.
She even clearly caught a glimpse of her eyes, which were widened with fear, dewy and red.
Tears could no longer be held in a pair of loving eyes, and they suddenly slipped down. Such a look, so pitiful and tight, made people want to break them into pieces.
But Jiang Huaiyang knew that he shouldn't feel pity.
If you want to blame, blame her useless kindness. Some things, even if you know the truth, can no longer be undone.
Some people have become a pile of loess, while some people live lightly and happily among the heaps of gold and jade.
It's so unreasonable.
He covered her with her and kissed her passionately. She was like a lotus in a sudden rain, with only the stem connected to the mud and the whole plant swaying pitifully.
He will get back what he deserves from her little by little. But why Yuan Qing's death was not for him? He was also guilty.
If this is the case, the worst they can do is get entangled together and fall into insecurities. For the rest of their lives, no one will be able to escape their sins, and no one will let the other go.