When they arrived at the dining room, Lian Che was already eating.
As soon as he entered the door, Ling Beibei's eyes were attracted by the dishes on the table before he had time to pay attention to Lian Che.
It was different from what I imagined the prince would eat. It was not very luxurious, but it was very rich.
The whole room is filled with a scent that can easily arouse people's appetite.
Ling Beibei couldn't wait to step forward, put her butt down, and sat down.
Just as she was about to reach for the chopsticks on the table, several inappropriate coughs sounded from the side.
Ling Beibei looked for her voice and saw the old housekeeper of the palace standing aside, looking at Ling Beibei with a sharp look. No, to be precise, it should be a glare! The old housekeeper was glaring at her!
The butler's age should be between fifty and below sixty, but when he glares at people, he is not ambiguous at all!
Ling Beibei's hand froze in the air, and she looked at the housekeeper with questioning eyes.
Lian Che slowly picked up a piece of green vegetables and slowly put it into his mouth. His eyes would glance at Ling Beibei from time to time, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing Ling Beibei stop his movements, the expression on the butler's face finally relaxed a little.
But who would have expected that after Ling Beibei paused for a while, she still picked up the chopsticks without hesitation and started to pick up a dish that looked very delicious.
Ling Beibei picked up the food, glanced at the butler, and then put the food into her mouth like a normal person.
Mmm, it smells so good!
…
In the next few days, Ling Beibei's life was relatively comfortable.
Except for the previous maid named Zhong Hong and several other maids and servants, none of the maids in the palace seemed to know that Ling Beibei was the painter in the palace.
They seemed to be very dissatisfied that she could not wear maid clothes, have her own separate courtyard, and hide in the house with nothing to do all day long playing with her crappy gadgets.
But Ling Beibei didn't know what they were thinking.
Because she has been thinking about what Lian Che said about perfection these days and has no time to think about anything else.
Lian Che occasionally comes to take a look these days, but every time he comes and sees Ling Beibei's paintings, he can only do one thing, that is, shake his head!
It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with her painting.
Ling Beibei was very hurt, and in the end she didn't even have the heart to draw anything else, so she just started drawing Lian Che.
She couldn't publish a picture album in modern times, but in ancient times, she had to try hard.
On this day, when Lian Che came, Ling Beibei was immersed in drawing something very seriously.
I don't know why, but she hasn't used her strange pen these days, but uses carbon instead.
Although the things drawn with charcoal are a bit rough, what she drew still has some appearance...
Looking at the picture of Lian Che taking a bath, Ling Beibei couldn't help but feel very good.
But at this moment, Lian Che, who had just left the morning court, walked in quietly.
Lian Che quietly approached the desk, lowered his eyes and saw that his beautiful face suddenly changed color.
Realizing that someone was approaching, Ling Beibei was shocked and hurriedly folded the painting and stuffed it into her lapel.
These ancient clothes are really inconvenient, they don’t even have pockets.
Looking up, Lian Che was standing in front of her.
"Haha... I just use it to practice my pen..." Ling Beibei laughed dryly, feeling very guilty.
She couldn't figure out the prince's temper. Although he looked like a monster, Ling Beibei felt in her heart that he was not an easy person to get along with. When she went to the dining room, Lian Che was already eating.
As soon as he entered the door, Ling Beibei's eyes were attracted by the dishes on the table before he had time to pay attention to Lian Che.
It was different from what I imagined the prince would eat. It was not very luxurious, but it was very rich.
The whole room is filled with a scent that can easily arouse people's appetite.
Ling Beibei couldn't wait to step forward, put her butt down, and sat down.
Just as she was about to reach for the chopsticks on the table, several inappropriate coughs sounded from the side.
Ling Beibei looked for her voice and saw the old housekeeper of the palace standing aside, looking at Ling Beibei with a sharp look. No, to be precise, it should be a glare! The old housekeeper was glaring at her!
The butler's age should be between fifty and below sixty, but when he glares at people, he is not ambiguous at all!
Ling Beibei's hand froze in the air, and she looked at the housekeeper with questioning eyes.
Lian Che slowly picked up a piece of green vegetables and slowly put it into his mouth. His eyes would glance at Ling Beibei from time to time, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing Ling Beibei stop his movements, the expression on the butler's face finally relaxed a little.
But who would have expected that after Ling Beibei paused for a while, she still picked up the chopsticks without hesitation and started to pick up a dish that looked very delicious.
Ling Beibei picked up the food, glanced at the butler, and then put the food into her mouth like a normal person.
Mmm, it smells so good!
…
In the next few days, Ling Beibei's life was relatively comfortable.
Except for the previous maid named Zhong Hong and several other maids and servants, none of the maids in the palace seemed to know that Ling Beibei was the painter in the palace.
They seemed to be very dissatisfied that she could not wear maid clothes, have her own separate courtyard, and hide in the house with nothing to do all day long playing with her crappy gadgets.
But Ling Beibei didn't know what they were thinking.
Because she has been thinking about what Lian Che said about perfection these days and has no time to think about anything else.
Lian Che occasionally comes to take a look these days, but every time he comes and sees Ling Beibei's paintings, he can only do one thing, that is, shake his head!
It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with her painting.
Ling Beibei was very hurt, and in the end she didn't even have the heart to draw anything else, so she just started drawing Lian Che.
She couldn't publish a picture album in modern times, but in ancient times, she had to try hard.
On this day, when Lian Che came, Ling Beibei was immersed in drawing something very seriously.
I don't know why, but she hasn't used her strange pen these days, but uses carbon instead.
Although the things drawn with charcoal are a bit rough, what she drew still has some appearance...
Looking at the picture of Lian Che taking a bath, Ling Beibei couldn't help but feel very good.
But at this moment, Lian Che, who had just left the morning court, walked in quietly.
Lian Che quietly approached the desk, lowered his eyes and saw that his beautiful face suddenly changed color.
Realizing that someone was approaching, Ling Beibei was shocked and hurriedly folded the painting and stuffed it into her lapel.
These ancient clothes are really inconvenient, they don’t even have pockets.
Looking up, Lian Che was standing in front of her.
"Haha... I just use it to practice my pen..." Ling Beibei laughed dryly, feeling very guilty.
She couldn't figure out this prince's temper. Although he looked like a monster, Ling Beibei felt in her heart that he was not an easy person to get along with.