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I took a deep breath and followed him in. Surprisingly, there were quite a few people inside. Lin Jingru was accompanying a woman in a light red dress. The Crown Prince was there as well. He had a cold expression and no longer had the attitude of being at ease in private. Furthermore, there were also a few bewitching concubines that I did not know either.

There was one person I recognized, and that was Qiuchi. The master beside her must be Lifei, a beauty no one could match. The thick white powder still couldn't hide the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. No matter how beautiful a woman was, she wouldn't be able to resist the heartlessness of time.

The eunuch who brought me here probably didn't realize that there were so many of them. He was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed to the unangered woman who was sitting at the front. "Imperial Concubine Jin An. The crown prince was thousands of years old, while esteemed imperial concubine was lucky …

He said many things in a row. I am only a palace maid, how can I stare at what they look like? Even when all the beauties were gathered together, they always felt the same, and could only distinguish the colors of their clothes. I followed my father-in-law and bowed to him one by one.

What I will never forget the most is the grand concubine who sat in the first seat. Her eyes were as cold as arrows, and I was very afraid. She seemed to be constantly sizing me up, with some resentment, even more cold and hateful, snake-like bite, why, why are there so many people?

"When I heard that my sister had announced that the painter Lin Xin was fighting with a palace lady, I became momentarily curious. I don't think my sister would mind coming to watch the show, do I?" She lightly blew on the tea cup in one hand as if she was not the least bit embarrassed, as if she was here to make people feel honored. She drank the tea gracefully as she carried the tea cup to the palace maid.

I noticed that the girls around them were all mediocre and not outstanding. Are they afraid that the emperor would take a fancy to them? What a pitiful harem woman. She had to be on guard against everything, but the emperor still chose young and beautiful women to serve as concubines with great fanfare. Old, tired, and frustrated, he sent her to the cold palace to relax. Only Lian Qiuchi, who was standing next to Lifei, would steal away people's eyes and look down at the crown prince from time to time. I naturally don't understand why.

Naturally, Lin Jingru was polite and polite.

Imperial Concubine Ping looked at the crown prince and smiled, "Since Crown Prince has arrived at the imperial concubine palace, I've invited Crown Prince to come and enjoy this interesting affair."

Funny thing? Lin Jingru wanted to shock me until I had nothing left, but when Imperial Concubine Ping looked at it, it seemed to be an interesting matter. The life of a harem woman was truly pitifully poor.

"This Lin Si is the number one painter in the palace, a palace maid, how can she compare to him?" Lifei pursed her lips and smiled.

Imperial Concubine Ping looked at me with half-squinting eyes: "I heard that Qin Huai has many talented women, and Beauty Lin is Qin Huai's. Why don't the three of you paint together and let me witness it."

Here, there was no place that Lin Jingshui wouldn't agree to. The chess board was being controlled by someone. She had gone from being a chess player to a chess piece. No matter how she walked, she would have to be controlled by the chess player.

Careful, I thought.

These people are naturally not simple. They even know where I come from. Although Imperial Concubine Ping seems to be an honorable and beautiful lady, I know how ruthless she is. Presumably, in the past, she and Ning Fei had some feelings for each other, which was why Chen mama went to beg for her help. She didn't want to hear or hear anything.

When she said this, even her concubines started to coax her, chuckling with the intention of trying to curry favor with her. If you were to directly compare me, a palace maid, with Lin Mei, wouldn't that lower her status?

She forced a smile on her face. "Imperial Concubine Ping thinks too highly of chenqie. It's just that chenqie's painting isn't strange at all. It's really a graffiti."

Lifei laughed softly, "You don't think so, right? This palace knows that the emperor really does like paintings of beautiful beauties in the forest? Don't you want to open our eyes to the world by painting? "

"How can that be? Esteemed wangfei has seen chenqie's face. It's chenqie's honor."

Every word had a different meaning. It was false and fake, but when the blade strikes the sword, it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable. I hate hearing things here, but I have no right to leave. The Crown Prince was also cold, as if he was a different person.

Lin Jing was like a newcomer, standing on top of the tides. Everyone was coaxing her. Although it seemed glorious, in reality, they were all impatient.

A handsome young man in a white robe is standing above me. His eyebrows are like swords, his hair is like jade, his features are like jade, and he looks handsome and elegant to the extreme. He is smiling at me with a gentle expression, as if he has suppressed the entire room's dryness.

I think, he must be that Lin Xin, he has a clean aura on him, the aura of a scholar, and a talent that no one can ignore.

The three of them painted the same painting. With so many people watching, I know what it means to be careful.

Wise people, in the face of outsiders, never show their own smart talent, great light hidden can protect forever.

This was not Qin Huai, but rather the palace, the palace, and it had never been without troubles. A moment of glory would bring about death.

Lin Jingru smiled lightly and asked with a hint of flattery, "What kind of paintings would the imperial concubine like to see?"

Imperial Concubine Ping swept her gaze across the room, then made a gesture with her jade hand, saying, "Three people will definitely have my master. Coincidentally, in a few days, it will be my birthday.

I was shocked. The hand holding the pen was trembling. 'What should I do?' Imperial Concubine Ping was so powerful that she didn't want to make people cower in the slightest. If she painted really ugly, there was no chance for her to live. If she painted beautifully, she had to look alike. It had to be real.

Do you want me, a palace maid, to try to see her face? I really didn't dare to look at her. Her eyes were mostly looking at me. It was as if I was looking for someone's shadow, and my eyes were as cold as ice. Can I see any further? To look at it so arrogantly, that was a crime worthy of the death of one's head.

In the thick powder, one could still see her paleness and wrinkles. If she was too beautiful, then it would appear fake. If she was really drawn and she was not angry, how could I guess?

By the side, Lifei looked at the three of us as if she was watching a good show.

I looked at the crown prince, but he pretended not to know me and averted his gaze.

If I can't advance, I can't retreat. How can I draw?

Amongst the three of them, only Lin Jingru looked at Imperial Concubine Ping seriously as she drew. I looked at Lin Xin, who was sitting beside me. He didn't even start writing. This painter, he is so steady and steady. I admire him a little. From Lin Jingru's words, I knew that he was an extremely intelligent person.

He looked at me, too blank to write. All of a sudden, our eyes met. We smiled at an extremely fast speed and lowered our heads to think.

I had an idea after thinking for a long time. I let out a light breath and started to draw with ink.

I think I should be able to get through this.

The limelight isn't something I can compete with, but I can't draw a rough picture either. I've thought of a good path.

The three of them drew carefully, Lin Si in the middle, I beside him.

I really have a good impression of him. In this place, he is like a gentle stream.

Time passed lightly between the strokes of the brush, between the ink, and between the blanks.

Lin Jing Ru was the first to finish the drawing. She excitedly made people take a look at it for her consort.

I was relieved to find that Lin Xin had also stopped writing. He was surprised to find that the painting he and I had drawn turned out to be exactly the same.

He had obviously seen mine, too, and his eyes shone with admiration.

What he and I drew were all the golden steps, hairpins, and cloud-like black hair of the Imperial Consort. It was very thin, very coincidental, very lifelike, while the part of her face was blank.

Imperial Concubine Ping admired Lin Jingru's painting. With a smile, she said, "It's really good. Fu'er, do you like it?"

A palace maid by the side replied, "It's indeed similar to the imperial concubine."

"Yeah. So it turns out that even I didn't know that this consort had so many wrinkles on her face.

Lin Jingru, ah, you want to curry favor with the imperial concubine? With these words, I can hear the imperial concubine's unintentional resentment. With regards to the elderly and the pale-faced, those are the most taboo things in the imperial harem.

"Crown Prince, help me take a look. How is it?" She drew it for the crown prince.

The palace maid came to collect my and Lin Xin's paintings, but he picked up the brush and added a few more points. Therefore, the palace maid took mine first.

I saw that Lin Bei was just adding black ink to his hair and didn't draw anything else, so I felt a sudden surge of gratitude for him. Yes, let me go first. Because I am a palace maid, my status is much lower than his.

Sure enough, the Imperial Concubine looked at the painting and asked in confusion, "What's your name?"

I could still hear the fire in her voice.

Kneeling on the ground with my head lowered, I calmly replied, "To reply esteemed imperial concubine, this servant's name is Ni Chu Xue."

"Why is it that you've never even painted my face?" With that tone, if I can't give a proper answer, I'll definitely bear the crime of looking down on your consort.

What she asked was already within my expectations, my answer. He did not dare to raise his head and say, "To reply esteemed imperial concubine, the imperial concubine's face is sacred and inviolable, not something that a lowly person like this servant can brazenly draw. In this world, no matter how good a painting is, it is not enough to describe a person's appearance. I didn't try to please her. People were indeed like that. Painting people were like that. It was just a flat surface that was reflected on the paper.

"Well said." The Crown Prince's cold voice sounded. The first thing he said was actually to praise me. Ai, the crown prince would persist until the end without uttering a word. Why did he keep on saying those words the moment he opened his mouth? Wasn't it framing me?