The beginning is the new age of grace

The emperor personally explained that the little maid didn't dare to say a word, but she was afraid that Yuehua's disaster would come out of her mouth, so she said insincerely, "My lord, the maidservant is waiting for you to rest."

The person on the reclining chair quickly got up and said cautiously, "Sister, the artist will come tomorrow, and the painting is not finished yet."

He almost grabbed the little maid by the sleeve and begged her, for fear that she would not allow him to be so playful.

The maid hurriedly agreed, not knowing what game the emperor was playing with Yuehua, she only knew that Yuehua could make the emperor happy.

It was rare for him to be so attentive, the little maid waited on Yuehua for dinner later, and persuaded him to take a bath for a while.

You have to be coaxed to do anything, otherwise you will lie in front of the desk without any rules.

The palace maids had gone with him before, so she could save trouble, but the emperor would come again tomorrow, so she dared not neglect for a moment.

At least he persuaded people to enter the bathtub, and after entering the bathtub, he went crazy playing, the water stirred up all over the place, and the little maid Zhang Huang comforted him, "My lord, stop messing around, my lord."

The more people chased and coaxed her buttocks, the more naughty Yuehua became, and she slapped the water surface with a smile, completely ignoring what the little palace lady said.

Fearing that Yuehua would catch a cold, the little maid could only half-threat, "My lord, if you are sick, the painter will not be able to come tomorrow."

Yuehua put her hands back in embarrassment, and obediently came out of the bathtub, waiting for the little maid to help him get dressed.

The body that is different from ordinary people is exposed, Yuehua doesn't understand, he doesn't know the difference between himself and ordinary men.

When she was brought into the palace, the little maid who served her was also very surprised. She heard from the aunt in charge that a person like Yuehua should be raised under a man by nature.

From outside the palace to the Forbidden City is just from one cage to another

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Yuehua has never seen the outside world, no one teaches, no one loves, and she has to remain innocent for her future master.

If the fate is good and wins the favor of the emperor, maybe he can get a little favor, but after all, he will have no name and no share.

In the end, he was still a stupid poor man.

Yuehua wanted to make a fuss about watching the painting for a while before going to sleep, the little maid had no choice but to present the painting to him.

After turning off the lights, Yuehua held up the drawing paper in her hand, faint traces could be seen under the moonlight.

The emperor's authentic handwriting was crumpled and crumpled under Yuehua's body, crumpled into disfigurement.

Waking up the next day, Yuehua held up the torn rice paper, sobbing softly, making pitiful meows like a kitten.

How can there be countless people who are asleep, Yuehua is almost rolling on the couch, she just painted it yesterday, what should I do?Will the painter get angry with him?Will you come again in a fit of anger?

One morning when Yuehua was sleepy, even the little maid didn't move to wash him up, it was rare for him to be so obedient.

In the end, the little palace lady babbled again, "Emperor... the painter will come again today, son, you have to be more obedient."

When mentioning the painter, Yuehua's petite body couldn't help but tremble, and gave a sad hum.

After the little maid retreated, Yuehua held the appalling rice paper in her arms, lying on the door frame with tears in her eyes, looking at the corridor longingly.

Probably because of excessive grief, Yuehua stood abruptly until noon, only to see a dark shadow appearing in the corridor, and sure enough, the next sculptor was walking towards him.

As soon as Jiang Zhan entered the hospital, he saw Yuehua looking at him with tears in his eyes. He paused for a moment, Yuehua staggered towards him, stumbled and nearly fell, Jiang Zhan put his arms around his waist, "Why are you crying?"

If you are wronged like this, don't be bullied.

"I...I tore it up..." Yuehua's voice was like a mosquito, and she pulled out the tattered rice paper from her bosom, tears blurred the ink stains, and she couldn't see the original appearance.

Worried that the artist would be really angry, Yuehua confessed like a bean, "I... woo... I fell asleep after watching it last night..."

Jiang Zhan looked down at Yuehua's feet. He was still dressed properly today. He weighed the weight on his arm and said with a chuckle, "You like it so much?"

With sharp eyes, Eunuch Yuan motioned slightly to the little eunuch, and they retreated.

Yuehua, who was crying like pear blossoms and rain, didn't notice the changes of the servants at all, grabbed the clothes on Jiang Zhan's chest, and pursed her lips, "Will you... be angry? Will... will you come again?"

Yuehua only reached the position of his chest, with his head raised, crystal tears slid from the corners of his eyes to his temples.

Very interesting, very provocative.

The big hand gently squeezed Yuehua's cheek, and wiped away the tears on his face with his fingertips, many tears trickled down to Jiang Zhan's palm.

Jiang Zhan's heart moved, and he said in a low voice, "Be good today, and I won't be angry."

The blushing little face twitched slightly, Yuehua nodded vigorously, as if afraid of Jiang Zhan's repentance, she tightly grabbed Jiang Zhan's palm and walked into the room.

After entering the house, Yuehua didn't dare to behave like yesterday, and obediently stood where she was, waiting for Jiang Zhan's orders, pitifully, begging for perfection.

Jiang Zhan neither made a sound nor looked at him, and walked to the desk on his own, letting the frightened Yuehua dry.

"Woo..." Being left out in the cold, feeling overwhelmed, she might as well have a good time, Yuehua whimpered, trying to get Jiang Zhan's attention.

Frustrated repeatedly, Jiang Zhan just glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, then lowered his head and continued to paint.

Yuehua approached him slowly, probably just stood for a long time, and now she was exhausted, her knees softened, and she simply knelt beside Jiang Zhan's legs, leaning half of her body on Jiang Zhan's calf, and leaning her cheek against him. on the knee.

As soon as his legs became hot, Jiang Zhan put down the pen in his hand, and looked down under the desk. The little poor boy was looking at him eagerly, and his slender arms hugged his thighs.

"Are you... angry with me?" Yuehua is most afraid that someone will get serious with him, and the one who keeps silent is the scariest, "I'm obedient... Can you stop being angry?"

Jiang Zhan was noncommittal, raised his eyebrows, reached out and lifted Yuehua's chin, "Listen to me?"

He picked up the poor man on the ground, stroked Yuehua's waist with his big hand, "Let me see."

The person in his arms raised his head and said flatteringly, "Can you draw me another portrait?"

"So good today?" Jiang Zhan reached out and pulled off the belt around his waist, his clothes were slightly spread out, and his chest could be seen looming.

After sizing it up for a while, after making sure that the painter was not angry, he became more courageous, Yuehua leaned on his shoulder, "Yeah."

The disheveled Yuehua didn't make Jiang Zhan feel presumptuous, but the neatly dressed look was a little less agile.

Even the boots were torn off, Yuehua looked at him suspiciously, her round toes rubbed against Jiang Zhan's palm affectionately, and Jiang Zhan put him on the recliner the next moment.

The round shoulders were exposed, Yuehua turned over and lay on her back, the big stone in her heart fell to the ground, and began to urge the person on the face, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Yuehua, who had resolved the crisis, was only obedient for a while, looking around for a while, and yelling.

Jiang Zhan looked at him, he pointed to the dowry, with his upper lip on his lower lip, and said softly, "Give it to me, get it to me, you are the best..."

Tried and failed, Jiang Zhan stood up.

Yuehua, holding the dowry, was satisfied, and took Jiang Zhan's hand, "You haven't told me your name yet."

Jiang Zhan took the opportunity to sit down, "You want to know? Then what's your name?" How could Jiang Zhan not know Yuehua's name, and teased him on a whim.

"Yuehua." Yuehua lowered her head and flipped through the dowry.

The little thing's multi-tasking, absent-minded look made Jiang Zhan's heart itch. He grabbed Yuehua's jaw and forced him to look at him.

"Then you remember, Cixiu." Cixiu is Jiang Zhan's word.

The lower jaw was kneaded until it ached, Yuehua hummed softly and went to break Jiang Zhan's hand, "Remember, Cixiu."

Jiang Zhan took him into his arms and said in a deep voice, "Call again."

"Cixiu." Yuehua looked back at him, holding a box of rouge in his hand, "Draw for me."

Pure beauties like brightly colored things, Jiang Zhan couldn't laugh or cry, dipped his fingers in some powder, and asked maliciously, "Where do you want to paint?"

After holding Daifen and fiddled with it for a while, Yuehua didn't know how to start a conversation, so she giggled and scratched lightly on her face with her finger dipped in Daifen, and there was a dark mark.

Jiang Zhan grabbed his wrist, lay down on the recliner, and pulled him into his arms, "If you don't answer the question, you will just smile silly. Where is the painting?"

Rubbing Yuehua's cheeks with his big hands, wiping off the powder with his fingertips, Jiang Zhan said again, "Do you like the girl's home?"

Yuehua didn't know if it was for the girl's home, but the dowry had been put on it to no avail. He was more curious than a kitten, so he asked the little palace maid a few words, only knowing that it was painted on his face.

Wrapping her arms around Yuehua's slender waist, she simply unbuttoned her inner shirt, revealing her smooth and white chest.

Jiang Zhan raised his jaw, "Is painting possible here? Don't you like it? I'll draw you a flower."

When Jiang Zhan agreed to him, Yuehua nodded with her rouge in her hands, "Okay..."

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With the breast/head as the pistil, the pink flower bloomed on Yuehua's chest, Yuehua looked down with red eyes.

Just now, he was so tortured by the pen that he was trembling, and he tightly grabbed Jiang Zhan's arm, sobbing several times, but he couldn't get Jiang Zhan's pity.

I only heard Jiang Zhan say with a half smile but not a smile, "Be good, be patient..."

The chest is not a pain, but a dense softness, the strange feeling is like undulating waves, almost drowning the moonlight.

I wanted to draw the flowers by myself, and I did something wrong before, but the silly Yuehua still felt wronged, and was bullied by Cixiu, but she didn't know what to do.

Letting go of Jiang Zhan's wrist, Yuehua gathered her clothes, turned around, curled up in the recliner, and ignored people.

No one dared to be so presumptuous in front of Jiang Zhan, leaving a cold back to vent their anger on him.

Funny and novel, he leaned close to Yuehua's shoulder, put his arms around Yuehua's waist, and said politely, "Don't you like it?"

Moisture was mixed in the slightly joking tone, Yuehua shrank her neck, and ignored him without turning her head.

With such a high spirit, Jiang Zhan pinched Yuehua's chin with two fingers, trying to turn him around, but the angry little beauty hummed twice and turned her head away.

One step back is grace, another step is pampering, Jiang Zhan let go of his hands, got up and got off the recliner, and said coldly, "Then I'll come back when your anger subsides."

Yuehua hurriedly got up, leaving only a dark yellow hem at the gate, and she disappeared from sight.

"Woo..." Yuehua hugged her knees and sobbed softly.

He obviously promised him not to be angry, and he was obviously bullying Cixiu, just coax him, why did he leave in such a huff.

The little palace maid scrambled and crawled into the room, knelt down in front of Yuehua, "My lord..."

The emperor left Nanyuan angrily, without saying a word, when the emperor got angry, the little palace girls were afraid that they would become slaves.

Seeing Yuehua sobbing with her head buried, the little maid didn't dare to ask any more questions, she lowered her eyebrows and picked up the things on the ground.

Jiang Zhan walked in a hurry, and his anger dissipated when he left Nanyuan. He wanted to retreat but couldn't save face, so he paced back and forth in the same place.

Seeing this situation, Duke Yuan could make a rough guess, so he dared to refute the emperor's face, "Your majesty, when Mr. Yuehua figured it out, he will admit his mistake to the emperor."

With a flick of his sleeves, Jiang Zhan strode forward.

After waiting for half a day, no one came to admit his mistake, Jiang Zhan couldn't sit still, and he didn't even open the memorial in his hand after pinching half a stick of incense.

Did Xindao speak too loudly and frightened this little thing? If so, would he have to make an apology himself?

Thinking about it again, Yuehua looks stupid, doesn't know his identity, doesn't understand the world, laughs when he is happy, and cries when he is sad, that will have Linglong's thoughts.

Eunuch Yuan took the teacup from the eunuch since he was a child, and he was very clear in his heart, knowing that the emperor wanted to go to Nanyuan, but the one in Nanyuan didn't give the emperor a step down until this hour.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Yuehua is childish, you see that he is still young, please forgive him this time."

Jiang Zhan snorted coldly, if it wasn't for the fact that he was still young, he would have been punished for his temper.

"Your majesty rewards you with one or two, and Mr. Yuehua naturally knows that your majesty is magnanimous, so you will definitely come to admit your mistake."

Jiang Zhan couldn't help thinking about this little hoof, he couldn't even wear his clothes well all day long, and he was afraid that the rewards would be ruined, and he felt that these common things, Yuehua was not so rare.

"Have you paid tribute to a batch of lychees in the south?" Jiang Zhan clapped the memorial in his hand, "Ask someone to send it over now..."

In the end, he stopped Eunuch Yuan again, "Don't say it's a reward, hmph...you don't know where you are wrong without the reward? Send the things over, so that the servants of Nanyuan are not allowed to talk too much."