Everyone in my harem is talented

Li Xihua, along with Yueya and other palace maids and eunuchs, hurried towards Zhaozheng Palace.

People who saw her along the way saw her smug look and anxious steps, and they knew that Li Liangren was summoned by the emperor to accompany him again.

Speaking of favor, Li Liangren was not unfavored, as he was often summoned by the emperor to accompany him.

But Qin Zhi seemed to have forgotten something. It had been more than a year since Li Xihua entered the palace, but not only had he not bestowed a title upon Li Xihua, let alone promoted her rank.

You should know that among all the concubines in the harem, except for the recently conferred Shi Liangren of Lanlin Palace, Li Liangren has the lowest rank.

Who is Shi Liangren? She was originally the maid of Concubine Rou. Li Liangren, a concubine who was selected into the palace through a proper selection, has fallen to the same level as her.

Several concubines who entered the palace with Li Xihua,

Lü Xiyin, now Concubine Zhen,

Meng Xinghe is the beauty Meng, now is the beauty Hui,

Fu Mengli is the Beauty Fu, now she is the Beauty Zhi,

Jiang Lanzhi, the talented Jiang, is now the beautiful Jiang.

Everyone has a reward, either a title or a promotion.

It’s Mr. Li, and he’s a bald man.

It is still the funeral period for Concubine Rou, and no ostentatious entertainment activities are allowed in the palace.

Although not many people have a deep friendship with Concubine Rou, everyone is a member of the harem, so even if they don't have tears to pretend, they have to pretend to be a little sad.

It would be fine if you didn't feel sentimental, but by playing and frolicking in such a blatant manner, do you want to be treated as a cold-hearted person by the Emperor and the Empress Dowager?

Therefore, the bored harem, which was passively prohibited from engaging in any entertainment activities, loved nothing more than gossip and idle talk.

Everyone in the palace was discussing privately, wondering whether His Majesty liked Li Liangren or not, which was why he forgot about Li Liangren's reward.

However, those who could ask did not care about this little thing, and those who could not ask could only whisper about it. Even Li Xihua herself did not dare to speak, let alone the other spectators who were laughing at her, Li Xihua.

"Your Majesty, your concubine greets you. May your Majesty be in good health." Li Xihua raised her head slightly and looked at Qin Zhi, with a hook in her eyes.

"Get up." Qin Zhi's voice was casual, low and magnetic.

Qin Zhi, who was painting a picture of a beauty, heard Li Xihua's voice and called her casually without even raising his head.

"Your Majesty, who are you painting? Can I take a look too?"

Li Xihua felt a little annoyed when she saw that Qin Zhi didn't even look at her and just lowered his head to paint.

She looked at the drawing paper on the table and saw that Qin Zhi was drawing the appearance of a beauty, but the facial features of the beauty in the painting had not yet been filled in.

"Don't worry, I just drew a figure, go and stand there."

Qin Zhi directly sent Li Xihua to stand in the middle of the hall and wait for him to draw.

A look of surprise flashed in Li Xihua's eyes. She felt that Qin Zhi must be drawing her.

If Qin Zhi didn't hang up the painting after he finished it, she would definitely take it back and hang it in the most conspicuous place in her Moon Room Hall.

So that those gossiping bitches can open their eyes and take a closer look.

This is a painting of a beauty that His Majesty drew specially for her. No other concubine has this honor.

Although she is just a consort now, she has vowed to be a favorite concubine. So what if she is just a consort now? As long as His Majesty likes her, she can be any bitch that His Majesty cannot step on in the future?

What happened to her beloved? She had to keep her anger under control.

If she were to start over again, she would have to get rid of the impatience and irritability from her previous life and calm down.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to pose in any particular posture?" Li Xihua asked happily, her mind full of imagination.

Qin Zhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his pen and looked at Li Xihua silently, without answering, he continued to paint with his head down.

After a while, Qin Zhi put down his brush and said, "I've finished drawing. Would you like to come and see it? See if my drawing looks like the real thing?"

Li Xihua pursed her lips, suppressed the pride in her heart, and walked slowly to the front of the painting with reserved steps.

She only took one look and her face turned pale.

Her nails, which were painted with Impatiens juice, were long and sharp. She pinched her palms tightly, and blood oozed from her palms and hung on her nails.