These are paintings that Hai You can't understand. It's strange that Hai You can understand them. The things in the paintings are computers, cars, televisions, refrigerators, rocket launchers, and pistols.
She was really afraid that if she didn't kill someone for fun, she would forget that she was a killer in her previous life, so she drew something modern every day to remind herself that this world did not belong to her, and she did not belong to this world. She also imagined that she would
She didn’t know how to draw much anymore, but God sensed her desire to go back and sent her back. Even if she couldn’t return to the original body of the King of Hell, just picking up the body of a cat or a dog would be better than her current identity.
Who cares about the Crown Princess?
Xuan Chengyou has been confused by some Zhanger monks in the past few days. He clearly thought that the Crown Princess and His Highness the Crown Prince would put aside their past grudges and live in harmony with each other since they had experienced life and death together.
But it is strange that the Crown Princess has not entered Jiaofang Hall since the third day, but Sister Wu Liangdi came here for her diligence.
Xuan Chengyou asked Xiao Xuanzi privately, but Xiao Xuanzi only said that their master painted in the house every day.
I drew a bunch of weird things.
Xiao Xuanzi also showed some discarded drawings to Xuan Chengyou. Xuan Chengyou had been in the palace for many years and had never seen any strange things. However, he was blinded by the things on the drawings and had no idea about the drawings.
What it is, it doesn't look like it was scribbled carelessly. This big four-wheeled thing is similar to a carriage, but it's very different.
This is already the sixth day, His Highness can get out of bed and walk around, but the Crown Princess still hasn't come over to take a look.
Xuan Chengyou deliberately let Xiao Xuanzi in in the morning, saying that His Highness's wounds had begun to scab and heal, and he had already gotten out of bed. However, he stared at the door of Huanjing Hall for the whole day, and there were only a few servants coming in and out, but they were nowhere to be seen.
Mu Yunsang came out.
Xuan Chengyou has been serving Beichen Mofeng for many years, and he can be regarded as half a roundworm in Beichen Mofeng's belly. He can read the general meaning of Beichen Mofeng's every look and action.
Judging from the fact that Beichen Mofeng looked at the door from time to time in the past few days and his expression became worse and worse, it seemed that he was unhappy that the Crown Princess had not come to visit for a long time.
Standing at the door of Huanjing Hall, Xuan Chengyou hesitated.
An hour ago, Beichen Mofeng walked around in the yard, but did not take a step towards Huanjing Hall. He just looked at it coldly for a few times and then returned. After returning, he has been reviewing the papers, but his face has remained expressionless.
Not good, very cold.
Xuan Chengyou guessed that he could not let go of his dignity and took the initiative to enter the Huanjing Hall, but he was also angry and cold-hearted towards the Crown Princess in his heart.
It was afternoon now, a slightly warmer time in the day, and Xuan Chengyou was lingering at the door. He wanted to ask the princess to come and see the prince, but he was also afraid that the prince would know that he did such a thing and punish him for making his own decisions.
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"Eunuch Xuan!"
Haiyin's doubtful voice came from the inner hall, and Xuan Chengyou was taken aback like a thief who had been caught.
However, he immediately assumed the airs of the leader eunuch and nodded slightly to Hai Yu.
"Eunuch Xuan, are you taking a walk?"
Haiyin came out with a pile of rice paper in her hand. Xuan Chengyou looked at the things in her hand and asked instead of answering: "Have you painted yet?"
"Um."
"Bring it to me and have a look."
Haiyin hurriedly sent it forward, and Xuan Chengyou opened it and saw that the painting this time was probably a house, but it didn't look like a house. It was like a lattice house, layered one on top of another, stacked high, and square.
, there is no decoration, just like the tofu cubes stacked together.
There are also a few chapters about houses, but they are all houses that Xuan Chengyou felt were uninhabitable. After reading them, he sent the paintings back to Haiyin. He asked casually as if he didn't care: "Where is the empress at the moment?"
What to do?"
Haiyin replied: "I'm still painting."
"Well, go in and send a message that the Zajia family wants to see you."
"Yes, slave girl, go right away."
"Wait a minute, if you don't want the paintings made by the queen, and you don't have any special instructions to throw them away, they will be sent to the Za family's house."
Haiyin thought it was Xuan Chengyou who wanted to collect her mother-in-law's works, so she nodded in agreement.
He waved his hand and asked Haiyin to go in and report. After a while, Haiyin came back and said that Mu Yunsang invited him in.
Xuan Chengyou calmed down An's beating heart. Although the servant shouldn't talk too much, he had served Beichen Mofeng for many years, but he still couldn't see Beichen Mofeng suffering from lovesickness.
Xuan Chengyou is a eunuch, so he has never experienced any love, but he has served Beichen Mofeng for many years. To put it bluntly, he has watched Beichen Mofeng grow up. Beichen Mofeng has grown old these days.
He looked outside the house, and today he took a cold look at Huanjing Hall. After returning home, he silently began to review the memorial for the purpose. Xuan Chengyou knew very well in his heart.
Entering the Huanjing Hall, Hai You led him into the inner room. A pot of lotus scented pills was burning in the room.
, and also lit a brazier, it was as warm as a spring day.
After Xuan Chengyou entered, Haiyuan withdrew. Xuan Chengyou beat Qian'er and respectfully greeted Mu Yunsang: "Blessed be the queen."
"Get up, does Mr. Xuan have something to do?"
Without raising her head, Mu Yunsang took out a set of sexy underwear with three or five movements of her hands. She also specially added some lace elements. This was her favorite style in the past, but there was still a bellyband in this place.
Before a woman reaches the age of forty, her breasts can fall to her waist.
She was thinking about these things to herself, and she was lost in thought.
Until Xuan Chengyou called me empress.
Only then did she raise her head: "Eunuch Xuan, what did you just say?"
Xuan Chengyou was ashamed, but he mustered up the courage to say a lot, but the princess didn't hear him.
Again, he really doesn’t have the courage, so just pretend he didn’t say it if he didn’t hear it.
"My servant didn't say anything."
"Oh!" He continued to devote himself wholeheartedly to painting underwear. He couldn't do anything else, so he could consider this.