On the second day, Mu Zhao deliberately woke up earlier. As soon as he asked Chuntao to put on her makeup, Concubine De's invitation arrived.
Mu Zhao said to the palace maid who conveyed the order: "Wait a moment, I want to use Zao Shan."
The palace maid said, "Your Majesty asked your servant to call you into the palace so early, just to ask you to do your good deeds in the palace."
"Then let's go."
When Mu Zhao came to the palace of Concubine De, he saw several concubines.
Concubine De came out and said, "The Princess is here~"
Mu Zhao also said politely: "Empress De Fei summoned you early this morning, but what's the matter?"
"Today, when the sisters went to pay their respects to the Queen, we met on the road. We talked about how we wanted to spend the morning in my palace. Yesterday, I really hit it off with the princess, so I invited the princess to come and sit with me.
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"Oh~" Mu Zhao's eyes swept over the faces of those ladies one by one.
"They are all ladies I haven't seen yesterday. Are they going to have a painting with a master of traditional Chinese painting today?"
After hearing Mu Zhao talk about the master of traditional Chinese painting, Concubine De immediately laughed happily.
"Yes~ The master of traditional Chinese painting finally came here, and these ladies also want to take a souvenir."
The ladies smiled and nodded in agreement.
Concubine De invited Mu Zhao to take a seat, "Let's have a meal first, and then I'll send someone to invite the master of traditional Chinese painting."
"Okay." Mu Zhao was helped by Chuntao and sat down at the dining table.
Then because "all the meridians were damaged", my hands were shaking even when I held the chopsticks.
And because the chopsticks in his hands were shaking, Mu Zhao ate very slowly.
Concubine De smiled at first and asked Mu Zhao to eat slowly, but towards the end, she became more and more anxious.
She had someone take away the Chinese painting master's poem yesterday. She was worried that he would destroy the poem when he woke up today, so she didn't put it back.
At this moment, she was a little afraid that the master of traditional Chinese painting would be worried and frightened when he found out that the poem was gone, and would refuse to paint.
So today's drama to please Mu Zhao will not work.
But it was already half an hour later, and Mu Zhao had only half a bowl of porridge left, and he hadn't eaten a few bites of other food.
It was hard for her to urge Mu Zhao or find someone to feed her.
Mu Zhao is the proudest one. If she hears someone else feeding her, she might fall out on the spot.
So she winked at the little eunuch next to her.
The little eunuch nodded and exited.
Mu Zhao saw the little eunuch going out from the corner of his eye, and smiled slightly.
She held the spoon in her left hand and accidentally tapped the bowl twice.
Everyone just thought her hands were shaking and didn't pay attention.
The white butterfly in the darkness flew away.
When Mu Zhao finally finished the bowl of porridge, the young eunuch led the traditional Chinese painting master in.
The expressions of the ladies were a little unnatural.
Mu Zhao also covered his face with a handkerchief, and said to Concubine De with some disapproval: "Concubine De, would it be wrong for this foreigner to come in while we are having dinner?"
It seems that the master of traditional Chinese painting did not expect to see such a scene.
He was in a dilemma for a while.
Concubine De thought, why would Mu Zhao, the owner of a brothel, care about this?
She must be shy!
Concubine De smiled and said: "Princess, don't be shy, after all, you have to be your own person."
Mu Zhao looked at her in confusion, "What is Concubine De concubine talking about?"
Concubine De looked like "I understand, I understand~", then she exaggeratedly covered her mouth and said, "Look at me, I'm talking nonsense again."
The master of Chinese painting suddenly clenched the pen in his hand.
Did Concubine De’s words... reveal something?
The master of traditional Chinese painting wore narrow sleeves in order to paint. Naturally, the movements of his hands were clearly visible to Concubine De.
She covered her mouth and chuckled, feeling that she was sure of success this time.
Mu Zhao took a few more bites and then stopped eating, mainly because she was really tired from eating like this.
Concubine De said: "Since the master of traditional Chinese painting has come to my yard and the scenery in my yard is very good, why not paint here?"
The other ladies didn't have any objections, Mu Zhao just lay lazily on the sedan chair.
After the first empress was painted, there was no movement from Concubine De.
When painting for the second empress, the little eunuch who hand-mixed the paints for the master of traditional Chinese painting put a piece of rice paper into the hem of the master of traditional Chinese painting with extremely neat hands and feet.
The master of traditional Chinese painting concentrated on painting and did not pay attention to these things.
But Mu Zhao had a clear view of their actions.
She ate an orange and thought in a good mood that the orange was quite sweet and she could buy it for Yun Wuluo.
The master of traditional Chinese painting finished the second painting and when he was changing the painting paper and walking around, the piece of rice paper fell from his clothes and staggered to the ground.
A lady immediately said: "Oh, Master of Traditional Chinese Painting, your things have fallen off." This chapter has been completed!