Zichen Palace used to be the residence of the queen, so its magnificence is unmatched by other palaces.
Before Su Zhiyu could make up his mind, seven or eight young eunuchs hurried in from outside. One of them held a large pile of scrolls and placed them all in front of Su Zhiyu. Others also brought several baskets of household registration documents. The first person to enter was Eunuch Xu.
He bowed with a smile and said, "Master Manager, these are the talents who signed up for the election today. Please check their identities yourself."
Su Zhiyu almost vomited blood when she looked at the small mountain-like scroll. It was obvious that Eunuch Xu was trying to tease her. But on her face, she still managed to stay calm and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Eunuch Xu. Leave these to me." Eunuch Xu smiled mischievously.
He bowed and left without smiling.
Su Zhiyu immediately fell into Lu Xiang's arms and wailed, "Xiangxiang, help me. I really don't want to read anymore."
Lu Xiang patted her back, "Actually, it's nothing. When I was sorting out the classics, I added markings in the corners of the book. We can first find out the household register of each person's birthplace according to the markings, and then go through it again.
Once you compare them, you can save a lot of trouble."
She really met her savior. Su Zhiyu hugged Lu Xiang and kissed her hard. Lu Xiang staggered back two steps, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Is this... is this the Lord Shang Yi whom she has always secretly admired? Look.
People who come to worship should only look at flowers in the mist...
The two of them held the lamp and began to sort out the scrolls and household registrations. Su Zhiyu unfolded the scrolls one by one, and felt that each one of them was like an immortal, handsome and handsome. Moreover, it seemed that they were painted by the same painter, and it seemed that everyone looked the same.
Exactly the same. It is true that there was no PS technology in ancient times, but there were great and magical painters, so what else did PS do?
After sorting out a few pictures, Pei Ziyi suddenly came. Su Zhiyu and Lu Xiang were about to salute when Pei Ziyi waved her hand and said, "When there are no outsiders, there is no need for these red tapes. How about, let me come and see my future husbands and sons-in-law." After saying that, he sat down.
When he got to the table, he turned over the scroll.
"I'm helping you sort out the net worth of your future husband-in-law. Why don't you come and help? We can have a deeper understanding." Su Zhiyu wished he could bring everyone in the palace together to sort it out, but
There are actually not many literate people in this palace.
Pei Ziyi immediately agreed, "Okay." She turned over the scroll casually, and said angrily after a while, "It's time to change the painters in the palace. Everyone looks the same. How can I choose!
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"The portraits don't count. The princess can just choose if she doesn't like it." Su Zhiyu took the time to respond while cooperating with Lu Xiang.
"By the way, where is the king of Xiliang?" Pei Ziyi asked boredly.
Su Zhiyu casually placed his finger on a gold-rimmed scroll in the corner. Pei Ziyi ran over and picked it up, eager to open it and take a look. This painting was different from the others, and it was probably not the work of a palace painter.
It seems that the framing style is the work of Xiliang people. The picture is lifelike, showing a scene of a man riding a horse and hunting.
Su Zhiyu sneered at this. She still remembered the painting of Napoleon riding a horse in the high school history book. It was simply heroic. But in fact, Napoleon was only a second-class cripple, which would be fine in a giant country like Europe.