The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Jiang Wantang's eyelashes trembled, and she looked at him in surprise, then finally nodded.

Ji Wuyuan's smile deepened. He reached out and rubbed Jiang Wantang's slender waist, then asked them to start.

The middle-aged man skillfully spread out the rice paper, selected the angle for the two people, took out the prepared brush and ink and began to paint for the two people.

The woman looked at the two people who looked like a perfect match, both of whom looked very young, and asked with a smile: "Little girl, are you married?"

marriage?

She was just one of the many concubines in his harem. Although she was a noble concubine, if she were in an ordinary family, she would be just a concubine.

Their relationship is obviously not that of husband and wife.

Jiang Wantang paused, and before she could respond, she heard Ji Wuyuan beside her speak.

He said, “Not yet.”

This was within Jiang Wantang's expectations.

The woman was stunned when she heard this, and her expression was a little regretful.

The next moment, Ji Wuyuan raised his eyebrows, smiled proudly, and said in a firm tone, determined to win: "I'm already preparing. She is my future wife, sooner or later."

The woman covered her mouth and laughed. Looking at the man in front of her with extraordinary demeanor, she gave him a thumbs up with admiration in her eyes: "Young man, that's what you should do!"

"Young Master, you have to keep a close eye on such a beautiful young wife, otherwise people out there will be eyeing her for years."

As she spoke, she looked around at the crowd that had stopped to watch, and quite a few men were staring at Jiang Wantang.

"Back then, when my husband was pursuing me, he stood guard at my door every day, fearing that someone would miss him. He did that for several years."

The honest man who was painting nearby scratched his head embarrassedly when he heard this.

"Yes, I will. I will keep her under my nose and no one will be able to miss her." Ji Wuyuan responded with a faint smile.

Jiang Wantang simply couldn't connect the easy-going and polite man beside her with the cold-blooded tyrant in the palace.

After a while, the painting gradually took shape. The woman in the painting was lifelike, and her every frown and smile seemed to be able to walk out of the paper. The man had a handsome face, a body as straight as a pine tree, and deep and gentle eyes, as if containing thousands of emotions. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there were hints of smiles in his phoenix eyes.

Ji Wuyuan looked at the painting in his hand with great satisfaction. The effect far exceeded his expectations. Jiang Wantang also showed a bit of amazement.

It really proves the saying that 'the masters are among the people'.

The couple said a lot of words of praise and congratulations, and Ji Wuyuan responded to them one by one in a rare good temper.

After the two men left, the couple who were packing up their stall found two large gold ingots next to the thick stack of rice paper.

The honest man immediately picked up the gold and chased after the two people, but he could no longer see the beautiful figures in the dense crowd.

The man could only turn around in frustration, only to run into his wife who had hurried over. She was holding the same painting of both of them, and panted as she said, "There's... there's another one. They're missing one..."

The man originally drew two identical paintings, but when the two people left, they only took the one they had, leaving the other one behind.

The man patted his wife's back to calm her down and said, "Forget it. I guess the two nobles are not ordinary people. Besides, they are getting married soon. One painting will be enough..."

"Let's frame the remaining painting and hang it on the stall as a souvenir."

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