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"Don't think that you're amazing just because you're silent. Good, I admit that you've successfully made me angry. If you don't eat by yourself, I'll have everyone come and feed you. "

"Bitch, if you dare, This King will bite his tongue to commit suicide."

Yao Sisi's heart skipped a beat. He really could do something like this. This definitely could not happen. Otherwise, her illustrious reputation would be ruined. She was afraid of her chest, and her sweet voice rose again. "Afraid of your wife, afraid of your wife, you can die. If you die, I'll say that the servants in the mansion poisoned your food, or that your servants couldn't keep their eyes on you. The prince isn't willing to obey the empress dowager's imperial decree, so I can't bear to think about it."

"You!" "Cough! Cough! Cough!" Zuo Hongfan was enraged and coughed. A tinge of red appeared on his pale face. In Yao Sisi's eyes, it was a heartache.

"Leng Feng, get me a cup of tea."

Zuo Rulan Fan said coldly, "There's no need, I'll go myself." He could not die. He could not die before she did, and he still wanted to fight her. Looking at Zuo Ruping's trembling figure, he smiled and said, "No matter how stubborn you are, I still won. If it's cold, let's go back to the Garden of Dreams for food. "

When the butler saw Zuo Rulan come out, he immediately went to welcome her and asked worriedly, "Prince, are you alright?" Zuo Rulan Fan didn't have any more strength left to speak, and could only utter a "water" with great difficulty.

"Alright, Your Highness, wait a moment." The butler quickly ran into a room and ran over with a cup of water. Zuo Rulan Fan raised her head and drank. "Ben Wang is hungry."

The old steward was so excited that hot tears welled up in his eyes. His mistress had finally thought of a way to eat and immediately said to the maidservant, "Hurry and bring the dishes to the dining hall." Then, he turned to Zuo Lifan and happily said, "Your highness, it's only been two days and you've lost weight again."

"No problem." Zuo Rulan Fan allowed the butler to help her into the dining room. She looked out the window and saw the golden chrysanthemums blooming in a bustling manner. She couldn't help but sigh. "The chrysanthemums are blooming really well."

"Your Highness, do you want this old servant to accompany you to take a look later?" Zuo Rulan nodded.

The butler thought for a moment and said affectionately, "Didn't Your Highness like to draw chrysanthemums in the past? Do you want me to prepare some ink and paper?"

Now that he thought about it, there was no need for him to get angry all day, as long as he ignored Yao Sisi. He once again stood firmly on his side and definitely would not have any feelings for her.

"Butler, just wait and prepare."

"It's the prince," the butler retreated as the maidservants brought the food in, then he instructed the maidservants to serve him well.

The afternoon sunshine was very bright. Under the willow tree in the garden, there was a chapter of tables, and on the tables, in order, were all kinds of fine brushes, ink, and paper.

Zuo Rulan Fan washed up, her white clothes fluttering in the wind, her hair black. If one did not look at her pale face, one could say that he was a celestial being. When he was not angry, he was indeed charming. Yao Sisi was lying on her stomach on the long, carved window of Dreamscape, admiring the beautiful scenery. She could not help but mutter to herself foolishly, "A demon in the end, no matter how I look at it, it's still a demon."

He walked to the other side of the long table, spread out a piece of paper that exuded a sweet fragrance, took a leisurely breath, held a pen in his hand, and stared at the chrysanthemums in the yard. A ripple appeared on his lips. When he looked again, he had already begun to scribble on the paper.

"What did she draw?" Yao Sisi stomped her feet in anxiety, but she was completely unable to see it. Seeing Yao Sisi sitting there uneasily, Yuanbao smiled and suggested, "How about, Yuanbao accompany Miss to take a look?"

"Are you afraid?"

Yuan Bao looked at the shadow behind him in embarrassment. His voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Don't worry, there's a shadow behind you."

Yao Sisi couldn't help but take a funny look at Yuanbao and lamented, "What a big loss for a girl to live in!" Seeing that Yuan Bao was blushing like a cooked shrimp, he didn't have the heart to tease him anymore. Instead, he changed the topic and said, "Then let's go take a look. What kind of plane could he create? No matter what, she can't believe that guy is so irritable. He can actually calm his heart and draw a good painting.

Zuo Lifan was so absorbed in his painting that he didn't even notice that someone was approaching him. He was writing in the ink, completing it in one breath.

But look at the Xuan paper: chrysanthemums have their own characteristics, some are elegant, some are bright and dazzling, some are tall and straight chest... The chrysanthemums bloomed with an unrestrained splendor, colorful and colorful in all sorts of ways. The clusters of chrysanthemums were blooming in full bloom. The chrysanthemum leaf meridian frost, has become purple, who would have thought, this autumn the ravine is the world of chrysanthemum. How fascinating, how dazzling, how admirable, in the light of the sun! It was just like the picture of "Proud Chrysanthemum Flower".

In terms of the quality of this painting, its drawing skills were indeed extraordinary. Especially those four vigorous and powerful characters, it was truly a masterpiece that could express the content and artistic conception of the painting to an extraordinary level. It was only at this moment that he noticed Yao Sisi and the others had already walked up to him and were waiting for him to take a look.

Good boy, isn't it?" This should be worth a lot of money, right? " The moment Yao Sisi opened her mouth, she immediately started praising her superb painting skills. Her words were always tied to money, so how could everyone not throw a peculiar glance at her. Zuo Ruping rolled up the painting and inserted it into the painting barrel. She was in a completely different state, not even sparing a second thought.

"About that, can you give me the painting in your hand?" Yao Sisi fearlessly approached Zuo Rulan and stretched out her arm to touch his. Zuo Rulan Fan cast a disgusted glance at Yao Sisi. "I'm not giving it to you."

The more unwilling he was, the more Yao Sisi wanted it. She grinned and interjected, "How about this, I'll sing a song for you. If you're satisfied with it, you can give me this painting. You can just raise your hand and work on it later."

"Do you think that you can paint a good painting just because you say so? Since you said so, then you can sing a song about chrysanthemums, but if no one else has sung it. " He wanted to see if this woman could really sing it on the spot.

Yao Sisi could tell that Zuo Rulan was trying to make things difficult for him. However, it might be impossible for other people to do it on the spot. For a trendy girl like her who had just arrived, there were no difficulties at all. Therefore, she cleared her throat, walked to the chrysanthemum garden, and smiled sweetly at everyone. "I am happy today, so I will just accompany you with a dance." He then said to Zuo Rulan Fan, "You have to keep your word."

Therefore, Yao Sisi released the dance she saw in the modern era and slowly sang Zhou Jilun's famous "Chrysanthemum Blossom Terrace": Your tears, weak and wounded, pale moon bent, holding back the past …

It was a beautiful song, filled with intense sorrow. It was a beautiful dance, as if one was riding on a sea of chrysanthemums. It was so graceful, so beautiful, and so elegant. Zuo Rulan Fan, who was waiting to see a joke, was shocked. He quickly opened up a piece of Xuan paper, painting and coloring it. A painting of a beauty appeared in the sky.

The brush fell, the dance stopped, and the song began.

When Zuo Rulan saw Yao Sisi walking over, before she could put away the recently finished painting, she was caught by Yao Sisi. She opened it and exclaimed, "This beauty looks familiar!" After she finished speaking, she realized that this was herself. She returned the painting to Zuo Rulan Fan and said, "Now that you've finished drawing and appreciated it, you can hand the painting in your hands to me now."

"Don't try to fool me. I know it's not complete without a signature. Hurry up and sign it."