The fight for favor in the harem was going on weirdly. Ye Zhenzhen stayed away from the incident and watched while she and Cui Weizhen painted quietly aside. The following banquet was uneventful and ended with Emperor Xuanwu's departure.
As for the paintings that Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen were responsible for, they were not handed in on the spot. They painted long scrolls and many details needed to be processed carefully. Therefore, when most people "return to the boat late after enjoying themselves", the couple still had to return home.
work overtime.
Cui Mansion Study Room.
Cui Weizhen wiped off the paint on Ye Zhenzhen's thumb and said lightly: "But it was me who implicated you, and your work was in vain."
While others were eating, drinking and enjoying themselves at the banquet, she had to paint and was often challenged by Concubine Su. The good days passed in such a vague and disappointing way.
Ye Zhenzhen did not feel aggrieved. Others had no chance to attend the state banquet, so what did it mean to face some difficulties?
She smiled and snuggled into his arms, fiddled with the buttons on the front of his clothes, and said: "The songs, dances, and fun at the banquet are similar, and there is nothing to regret. The most important thing is that I can paint with you. If the painting is fortunate enough to be handed down, it will be better in the future."
When people look back on the past, our names will appear together."
Cui Weizhen looked down at her, looking into her bright starry eyes, like twinkling stars in the sky, so beautiful that one could hold one's breath.
He pursed his lips and smiled, and his voice was like spring water in February when the ice and snow melted, with a clear and warm tone: "More than a picture of a palace banquet? In the history books in the future, as long as there is my name, there will definitely be a place for you, Zhen'er.
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It was clearly a tender and affectionate word of love, but he let him say it with determination and boldness. Ye Zhenzhen's chest was filled with excitement, and she suddenly felt a surge of pride and ambition to sacrifice herself for others - so what if the future is unpredictable? Meet the gods and kill the gods.
, if you encounter a Buddha and kill him, you will definitely leave a mark in the history books!
Ye Zhenzhen's heart was full of lofty ideals, and she really wanted to do something big, but it was still late at night, and there was only her husband next to her, so she could only rub herself in his arms excitedly, and said: "I'm not sleepy at all.
, we can also stay up all night to complete our eternally famous painting!"