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63. Chapter 63 If ??you don't bend your waist for five buckets of rice, you will break it for ten buckets!

"Princess, Xi Zimo was the painter you admired most before you lost your memory. None of the painters in our palace can compare with him!"

"Yeah?"

Xiao Naozhi looked disdainful: "So you're so cool? Why doesn't he become a painter and make a living by selling paintings?"

Is it possible to imitate Comrade Xiao Tao and not give in to five buckets of rice?

Although Jiu'er didn't fully understand what Xiao Nuzhi said;

She doesn’t know what “why” is!

However, she can still understand the general meaning!

"Princess, Xi Zimo is born with a weird temper. He just doesn't like being an official, but once his paintings are sold, he can spend his whole life!"

"You are so awesome, can you compare to Picasso?"

No wonder that girl is not a painter!

Can a painter's measly salary compare to him selling paintings like this?

Indeed, he would not give up for five buckets of rice!

Give him ten dou and it will be discounted!

"Lock the house?"

Jiuer was stunned and looked at Xiao Nuzhi with confusion and sincerity;

He opened his mouth and said: "Princess, what kind of lock is the lock on the house?"

Jiuer's question caused several black lines to appear on Xiao Nuzhi's forehead!

What lock?

Jiu'er's question is so "profound"!

"What do you think?"

She threw the question to Jiu'er again!

"Oh, I understand, Princess, is this lock stronger than ordinary locks?"

Jiu'er's answer made Xiao Nuzhi have a tendency of cerebral congestion!

After twitching the corners of her mouth a few times, she reached out and patted Jiu'er's shoulder happily,

He said: "Xiaojiu, you are so smart!!!"

"Thank you, Princess!"

Jiu'er obviously didn't understand what Xiao Nuzhi meant. Hearing Xiao Nuzhi praise her, she naturally beamed with joy!

"Stop talking nonsense and go look at the paintings of my former idol!"

She pulled Jiu'er and followed the group of people toward the so-called auction house!

I thought to myself that the mentally retarded princess no longer had the vision to look at the shameless Helian Haoyu.

But don’t even look for idols who are so substandard.

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Otherwise, she would even have the desire to die!

You know, her level of painting appreciation is very high.


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