After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

He placed the first stroke on the white rice paper with clumsy movements, ink splashed everywhere, outlining crooked lines.

Lu Zhong couldn't help laughing, blinking his eyes, trying hard to hold back his laughter, and said seriously:

"This is your first attempt, your majesty. You will improve naturally with more practice."

Shen Bingning smiled awkwardly and continued with the calligraphy and painting creation which was totally out of place for her.

Soon, a picture of a distorted, indescribable creature appeared on the paper.

Putting down the paintbrush, Shen Bingning picked up the rice paper and took a look. The painting was so ugly that even she couldn't stand it, so she simply crumpled it into a ball and threw it away.

Her painting skills are as shameful as her needlework.

"I won't paint anymore, I really won't paint anymore!"

She grumbled softly and sat back on the stool, refusing to move at all costs.

She was not someone who could sit still, so this kind of torture would be more painful than letting her run a few laps around the palace.

"My lady, this won't do!"

Lu Zhong hurriedly approached and persuaded in a low voice:

"The Emperor specifically ordered me to supervise you and complete a piece of work today."

"what?"

Shen Bingning couldn't help but cry out in a low voice, wondering what Xiao Yi was trying to do. Was he simply trying to make her uncomfortable, or did he have some other agenda?

Even though she was extremely reluctant, she could not disobey the emperor's order. She could only drag her feet, sit down again, hold the brush tightly, and sketch on the rice paper again.

After an unknown amount of time, her arm was already aching unbearably. Shen Bingning finally put down her pen and rubbed her sore arm:

"Are you satisfied now?"

Lu Zhong took a closer look and saw the unbearable painting on the rice paper. The words of praise he had prepared were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.

The Queen is truly unique, whether it is embroidery or painting, she displays a unique charm.

In the end, Lu Zhong could only suggest tactfully:

"My queen, why don't we try again? Maybe we can get a better result."

Shen Bingning pursed her pink lips and wrinkled her small nose slightly. She knew that the painting in front of her was a disaster. She had no choice but to lower her head again and plunge into the endless sea of ​​creative suffering.

Outside the window, the clouds in the sky gather and disperse leisurely, as if the mood of the sky is unpredictable, and unknowingly, the dusk has quietly fallen over the horizon like a shy girl.

The stars seemed to have received a signal. They twinkled one after another in the deep night sky, embellishing this quiet and mysterious night.

In the study, a large desk is almost entirely occupied by various scrolls of paintings, some of which are bizarre and some are abstract, each of which reveals an indescribable unique charm.

Lu Zhong, the personal maid who had been accompanying Shen Bingning to grind ink, finally couldn't help yawning. Her sleepy eyelids drooped slightly, and her gaze gently turned to Shen Bingning who was immersed in the mountains of books and the sea of ​​paintings. She saw an imperceptible fatigue on her pretty face.

Feeling Lu Zhong's concerned gaze, Shen Bingning suddenly perked up and held up the painting she had just completed, with an expectant light in her eyes, like a child waiting for praise: "Lu Zhong, this time it should be okay, right?"

Lu Zhong stared at the work that was still unbearable to look at, her delicate lips slightly pursed, her inner struggle flashed across her bright eyes, and finally she shook her head helplessly.

I sighed secretly in my heart: My queen, it’s not that I don’t want to praise you, it’s just that these “masterpieces” of yours are so advanced that they are difficult to understand!

"Or not?"

There was a hint of frustration in Shen Bingning's voice. Her efforts over the past few days seemed to have not been recognized. The irritation in her heart was like fallen leaves blown away by the wind, drifting everywhere.

She shook her arms, which were sore from holding the pen for a long time, and pulled out a new piece of rice paper from the side. With a desperate spirit, she started a new round of creation with a big stroke of her brush.

The tip of the pen jumped on the rice paper like a dancer dancing on a snow-white stage. Gradually, a strange and ugly human face pattern appeared on the paper.

The face was as round as a full moon, with one eye larger than the other, a nose as flat as a garlic, an exaggeratedly open mouth, and a face covered with dense spots. A few sparse hairs added a sense of absurdity.

Lu Zhong looked at the work, his heart full of curiosity, and couldn't help but move closer to take a closer look.

"My lady, which deity is this that you painted?"

There was a hint of teasing in Lu Zhong's voice.

Shen Bingning didn't even raise her eyelids, and her tone was somewhat proud: "Xiao Yi!"

"This, this painting is of the emperor?"

Lu Zhong stared at the extremely ugly portrait with eyes wide open in disbelief. There was no dignity of a man in a dragon robe on this portrait. She turned pale in fear and tried to dissuade him: "Madam, if outsiders see this, it will be terrible!"

This is a great disrespect to the emperor. If it gets to his ears, even the most beloved empress will not escape punishment.

"Don't worry, I'm just having fun and won't let anyone see it."

Shen Bingning waved her hand nonchalantly and added two exaggerated mustaches to the weird face, making the whole painting even more funny. She couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Luzhong, do you think it looks like Xiao Yi? Hahaha!"

However, only her own laughter echoed around her, with no one responding.

Shen Bingning knew that Lu Zhong was timid and didn't dare to criticize the emperor, so she didn't force him and continued to immerse herself in her own creative world.

"Add a matchmaker's mole... That's it!"

Shen Bingning talked to herself, enjoying this little bit of evil fun.

"Is it interesting?"

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the room.

“How funny!”

Shen Bingning blurted out and was about to add another stroke when she suddenly became alert and the hand holding the pen froze in mid-air.

Could it be him?

She swallowed nervously and turned her head carefully to look back, only to see the protagonist of the portrait, Xiao Yi, standing behind her, his eagle-like eyes coldly examining her "masterpiece".

Lu Zhong looked like he was about to cry, obviously frightened by this sudden situation, but because of Xiao Yi's warning look, he didn't dare to make a sound.

"I, my concubine, meet the Emperor!"

Shen Bingning saluted hastily and pretended that the pen in her hand "slipped" accidentally, attempting to destroy the painting with ink and cover up the evidence, but Xiao Yi was faster and snatched the painting away.

The plan failed, Shen Bingning lowered her head in embarrassment, and tried to keep the pen in her hand away from herself to avoid any further trouble.

Xiao Yi carefully examined the person in the painting. If he had not known in advance that the painting was of himself, he would have found it hard to believe that this ugly image had anything to do with him.

Shen Bingning quietly approached Lu Zhong and complained in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"