I don't know when Li Zi was standing behind Penghao.
"Don't worry, Mammy. Penghao and I will be working on it all night long. Don't worry, Miss. I'll hand it over tomorrow morning." Grandma Zhang left. It was late at night, and there were only yellowish oil lamps, Penghao and Fence rushing to make clothes.
"Sister Lizi, me?"
"say no more."
Lili lowered his head and kept his hands busy,
"I know you went out again. You have to know that the lady is not the lady before. You are not the girl who served the lady anymore. You are an embroidery slave. You can't do it well, you know?"
Penghao shivered and touched her face. There was an extremely ugly scar there.
She turned out to be the young lady's girl. When she was thirteen years old, she was burned by the oil fire in the kitchen, and her appearance was ruined ever since.
There is a large ugly scar on the left side of my face. I can no longer follow the young lady. I have changed from the girl next to the young lady to an embroidery slave.
"Penghao, you have to remember that the master is always the master. If you don't want to be a field slave or a prostitute, you can only do embroidery well. A slave can only learn to protect himself."
There was a sadness in Lizi's tone.
The two of them said nothing anymore. In the quiet night, there was only the sound of the loom...
High eaves and yellow covers, jade trees and flowers, deep in the imperial city, the Prince's East Palace, the Holy Palace.
As soon as Prince Yinqi stepped into the crown prince's palace, the imperial guard Zijing came up and reported the situation to him.
The prince smiled. There was no warmth in that smile...
Kai Fang and Yi Ya, two treacherous ministers, have become very close recently. Kai Fang even married his daughter to Yi Ya's son. The two people who had a disagreement in order to compete for favor in front of their father became in-laws.
, there must be a big conspiracy hidden here.
"Master, do you want it?"
Zijing's eyes looked at Prince Yinqi. He was Prince Yinqi's bodyguard and his...
As long as the prince glanced at each other, the heads of the two traitorous ministers would fall off.
"You go down."
Prince Yinqi waved his hand for Zi Jing to go down.
We can't touch them now. They are the favored ministers in front of our father, but he can't live without them for a day. His father is really old. The heroes of the past now only know how to favor these clowns.
But it doesn't matter, he knows they can't achieve anything, they are always under his control.
You must know that his name as Prince Shengwei is not for nothing.
Since the day he was assassinated by his brothers for the first time after becoming the prince, he no longer believed in the world, he only believed in himself.
"Prince?"
Zijing stopped and straightened his back. He knew that Prince Yinqi must have something to give him.
The prince smiled. This guy always knows the deepest things in his heart.
"Go and tell the painter Mao Guizi."
Zi Jing responded and went down. He didn't ask anything, he would never ask, he would only execute.
He called the most famous painter in the palace, Mao Guizi, and the prince Yinqi described her appearance to the painter in detail. The painter Mao Guizi originally thought that the prince asked him to come to paint a portrait of a concubine, but he didn't expect that it was actually a concubine.
I want to draw a person in a dream.
Oh my god, it's difficult to draw a person in the prince's dream. Mao Guizi didn't say anything, so he just painted it according to the prince's instructions.
Mao Guizi naturally painted a palace dress for the woman in the painting. He chose white. Based on the painter's intuition, he felt that only holy white could match the stunning beauty of the woman in the painting.
No other color could match the ethereal and elegant temperament of that woman.
I started painting with my brush and it was fine for a while.
Leaves are flying and flowers are falling, a dreamlike lake, hazy moonlight, scattered stars, a long-haired woman standing barefoot by the water...