No, she would rather stay here in the cold palace than go out to face him. He is a wolf in sheep's clothing and will bite at any time. Under his compelling eyes, she feels like staring nakedly.
Feel.
Yes, she is afraid of him. As long as she faces him, she will feel inexplicable panic. Maybe it is because the aura of aggression in his body is too strong.
Thinking of him, she couldn't help but think of that person at night. Who was he? He made secret visits every night, but he refused to see her. Originally, she wanted to pretend to be asleep and wait for him to come, but she always waited until she fell asleep.
, when she consciously knew that he was coming, she fell asleep inexplicably.
Who is he? He can enter the palace silently. Not just an idle person can do it. He must be a special person.
The tip of the brush fell on the rice paper. Based on his own fantasy, Ming Xiaochen described his appearance in detail. He was no longer good at writing with a brush, let alone painting with a brush.
She really missed the pencils and pens she used in the 21st century. Holding this awkward brush, her hands seemed to be shaking automatically, and she couldn't draw straight lines.
When she finally stopped writing and picked up the drawing paper that she had painted beyond recognition, a tangled look appeared on her eyebrows.
This man's eyes are one big and one small, his nose doesn't look like a nose, his mouth is too thick, and his face is big on one side and small on the other. It's a completely different picture.
Looking at the painting where the people were not human and the ghosts were not ghosts, the corners of Ming Xiaochen's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
If the night visitor looked like this, then she should have jumped off the building. Oh, my God, this is too scary.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside, followed by Hongtao's happy voice: "Madam, I went to ask a father-in-law, and he gave me a bundle of thin threads."
Ming Xiaochen took a look at the painting and realized that it was really hard to show off to others. She couldn't bring herself to disgrace her reputation as a talented woman. She picked up the unrecognizable painting, tore it into pieces, and then crumpled it into a ball.
Thrown into the trash can.
"Hongtao, thank you so much." When he saw the bundle of thin threads in her hand, Ming Xiaochen happily greeted her.
"This is what I should do. See if these thin threads are suitable. I begged the father-in-law for a long time before he agreed to give them to me." He handed the thread to her like a treasure of hearts, and by the way, he said:
of credit.
"That's right, it's this kind of thread, Hongtao. Thank you for your hard work this time." Ming Xiaochen took the thread and looked at it. This kind of thread is very strong and is perfect for binding small letters. She gratefully reached out to pat it.
He patted her shoulder and thanked her.
"Hey, as long as the queen is happy." The queen seems to be addicted to calligraphy and painting these days, but the strange thing is that she doesn't let her watch or touch her. She also wants to learn.
Say it literately.
"Hongtao, I'm really happy to have you by my side. Although I was relegated to the cold palace, you still never leave me. Thank you very much."
Ming Xiaochen was so moved that her eyes were a little hot. Before she came to this world, in her mind, the harem was a place where power was fought. A person could ascend to heaven with chickens and dogs. Once the tiger fell to the ground, he would be bullied by the dogs.
This phenomenon is too common, but in Hong Tao, she found that he was actually a good person.
