The prince held the painting and was speechless for a long time.
This is his spirit, so clear and elegant.
Ling'er in the painting is wearing a snow-white palace dress, with the hem gently pulled up...
He didn't know why, he didn't know her name, so he thought of her as a spirit in his heart.
He felt that her name was Ling'er, and she was his Ling'er. The painter painted Ling'er very beautifully, but he felt that the painter's brush could not describe all of Ling'er, and that was only seven or eight times out of ten.
Is a woman like him really the slave girl of Duke Tang?
"You, get her back."
The painting in Prince Yinqi's hand fell into Zi Jing's hand. He didn't say much, just gave Zi Jing a cold look.
A simple sentence, "Find her in Tang Gong's territory."
The tall and mighty Zijing, like his master, is also a cold and arrogant person.
He and his master had grown up together since childhood, so he naturally knew his master's character.
You don’t need to say too much, your thoughts are clear.
He only knew that his master asked him to find the person in the painting. No matter who she was, he must find her.
This is his habit of carrying out his master's orders.
Don’t talk too much, don’t ask, just do.
But he didn't expect that this was really the first task he couldn't complete in more than 20 years of life.
The woman in this painting will eventually become the pain of the master's life, and also become a nightmare for him.
Linger, no matter you are a slave or a commoner, I must find you.
The prince Yinqi looked out the window, there were flowers floating by, with a hint of rain...
"Peng Hao, hurry up, Young Master Tang will pass you on."
Fence ran into the hut.
"Master Tang?"
Penghao, who was sitting in front of the embroidery table, turned pale. Mr. Tang's only son, that devilish playboy.
"Quick, go quickly."
The fence pulled Penghao and trotted to the west hall. There were a group of young women changing clothes...
"this?"
Penghao looked at the fence in surprise, isn't this the dancing slave in the mansion?
"Quick, you two, change your clothes. Hurry, the young master is shouting in a hurry. If you miss something, you can wait to go to the slave garden."
The horse-faced and rouged dancer slave manager, with a dark face, threw two pieces of clothes as thin as cicada wings to Fence and Basil.
…
Have fun, dance...
"The dance of the mountain monster is presented to the distinguished guests from afar."
The plow was raised like a child, as light as flowing clouds, and for a while the dots formed a line, sometimes discontinuous and sometimes continuous. Then, the sound of music rose, it was the thrilling music of beating.
In the middle of the game, three muscular male dancing slaves jumped out from the backstage. They were bare-chested and backless, with tangled muscles. Their clothes were made of dark colors, like dead trees and old vines. After the male slaves danced a few steps, the backstage slowly fell.
Three female slaves in red clothes danced out. They had towering temples, pink and white faces, scarlet lips, charming eyes, and a devilish aura. They seemed not to be women in the world, but to be spirits in the forest.
"It's so arrogant"
Master Tang Tangqiu's eyes revealed a hint of pleasure.
"Brother Yan, how are you?"
Tangqiu's eyes fell on the man beside him. The man was dressed in white and had an indifferent expression, with no expression at all.
"Dance, if you dance well, you will be rewarded, Master!"
Tangqiu's voice sounded excitedly. Based on his understanding of Yan Baiyi, he had no expression but did not object. This was already rare.