Time Travel Savior

Chapter 196 The Subjugated Princess’s Restoration Policy (21)

But after waiting for two or three days, there was still no movement from the emperor's side, but Concubine Rong seemed to act more and more unscrupulously, she liked to trouble the beauties in the palace whenever she had nothing to do.

Everyone in the palace knows how vicious his thoughts are.

"How interesting is the game of fluttering butterflies?"

A group of beauties kneeling on the ground secretly exchanged glances with each other, but they didn't understand what Concubine Rong meant.

Seeing no one answered, Song Ninglu was not angry.

"Die fluttering is forbidden in the future palace."

After leaving a few words, Concubine Rong swaggered away, leaving behind an angry beauty everywhere.

Turning around, the words spread throughout Zhao's palace. At the gate of Fengluan Hall, dozens of beauties were kneeling, begging the emperor to make decisions for them.

The palace is so boring, and Concubine Rong wants to deprive them of the few fun they have, which is really too much.

Eunuch De is now used to it. Concubine Rong likes to cause trouble for the emperor no matter what.

Is this also a way of fighting for favor?
Concubine Rong almost never takes the initiative to appear by the emperor's side, but the emperor can often hear news of Concubine Rong passively.

The means are really high!
De just lifted his spirits.

"Your majesty, those beauties outside...?"

The crying outside was mournful, and those who didn't know thought what happened to the emperor!

"Twenty boards per person, if anyone dares to cry here, they will be given death."

"Yes."

The beauties did not expect that this ending would be waiting for them in the end. Is there any way to survive?

Within half a day, the news of the emperor's arrogance and connivance spread to the outside of the palace. Everyone knew that Concubine Rong was arrogant and domineering to the point of lawlessness.

But the emperor is pampering, is he angry?
Inside the Dragon King Hall.

At this time, Concubine Rong was admiring her own beauty picture, which was exactly the one she forced Nangong painter to paint that day.

"Your Majesty, I want to paint a few more pictures of my concubine. I am so beautiful. If I don't paint her and make her famous forever, wouldn't it be a loss?"

Zhao Hanzhi just glanced at Song Ninglu and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Now Zhao Hanzhi and Meiteno will stay in the Dragon King Palace for a long time, but the two of them will not disturb each other.

Either they read a book separately, or they just stared in a daze, anyway, Song Ninglu would never take the initiative to join Zhao Hanzhi's side.

"What? Can't you?"

Song Ninglu knows that asking for help requires a begging attitude, but it's too much, and she needs to control the degree.

A gust of fragrant wind hit Zhao Hanzhi's nose, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a stunningly beautiful smiling face.

Suffocating for breath, Zhao Hanzhi lost his mind for a moment.

"Your majesty, how good is it for us to be in the painting together? You won't be dissatisfied with this little wish of this concubine, right?"

Before Song Ninglu could finish her prepared words, Zhao Hanzhi got up and left, looking somewhat embarrassed.

The next day, Song Ninglu was still worrying about how to meet Nangong Painter, but Zhao Huang sent her to see her. This seemed to be the first time Zhao Hanzhi told Concubine Rong after she came to this world.

When she walked into the Baihua Pavilion, Song Ninglu's beautiful eyes flashed.

Zhao Hanzhi was leaning on a rocking chair, as if he had fallen asleep. Song Ninglu, who knew him well, knew that he was just closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Painter Nangong was standing in the pavilion, with brushes, ink, paper and inkstone already spread on the table, and he knew what he was going to do at a glance.

Song Ninglu didn't expect that Zhao Hanzhi would really agree to her random request. In fact, she just wanted to meet Nangong painter. Of course, she couldn't say this sentence even if she was dead in her heart.

"His Majesty."

Hearing Song Ninglu's voice, Zhao Hanzhi still didn't open his eyes, but pointed to the small stool beside him.

As soon as Song Ninglu sat on it happily, Eunuch De licked a smiling face and presented an embroidered fan.

Song Ninglu looked at the exquisite embroidered fan with doubts on her face.

"what?"

"Your Majesty is most afraid of heat."

Eunuch De continued to laugh.

The fan has already been handed over, and with this sentence again, the consciousness is already obvious.

This and a very cold man, will it be hot?joke?

Song Ninglu could only pout her lips, reluctantly waving her fan and complaining in a low voice.

"How do you draw this?"

Do you want to draw her fanning this man?Then wouldn't she be a maid?
But at this time Nangong painter has already started to paint, as for how to paint, Song Ninglu's painting is beautiful anyway, so what is she afraid of.

An hour later, Song Ninglu's hand shaking the fan was sore, and Nangong painter finally finished the painting.

"Take it here and show me."

The two young eunuchs held up the painting, and Song Ninglu couldn't help admiring the artist of Nangong painter at the first glance.

Zhao Hanzhi in the words seemed to be asleep, serene and peaceful. Zhao Hanzhi's face was already that arrogant and arrogant beauty, and the sleeping appearance made him even more sacred and inviolable.

Song Ninglu in the second painting looked at Zhao Hanzhi lying on the rocking chair affectionately, the stars in her beautiful eyes were like love.The beauty is waving a fan for her beloved. This beautiful painting style, I have to say, is absolutely perfect.

But when did she show such an explicit expression?
This Nangong painter really knows everything.

"My lord, what do you think of this painting?"

At this time, Zhao Hanzhi also sat up, admiring the works of Nangong painter.

"Very good."

Song Ninglu stood up with a smile, and began to push forward again.

"Your Majesty, every year in the future, you will accompany your concubine to draw a picture. When you are old, it must be very interesting to look back on the present."

Zhao Hanzhi seemed to be in deep thought and didn't answer this question. Song Ninglu was not angry, but kept admiring the painting.

"Your Majesty, does Painter Nangong deserve a reward for painting so well?"

Zhao Hanzhi seemed to be really satisfied with the painting, so he nodded directly.

"reward."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Nangongli knelt down to thank Concubine Rong, and then she heard Concubine Rong speak again.

"Tomorrow, Nangong painter will draw another picture for this concubine. I am exhausted today, so let's go here!"

"This……"

Nangong Li frowned. He didn't want to have any contact with Concubine Rong now.

"What, Nangong Painter wants to cross the river and tear down the bridge? If it wasn't for my concubine just now, you wouldn't have been rewarded by the emperor."

I don't want any rewards, I just want to stay away from you.

Nangong Li couldn't express his suffering, but it showed on his face, he could only look at the emperor.

Probably Huang Zhao was in a good mood at this time.

"Concubine Rong is the master, and you are the slave. Who do you listen to?"

"Understood." Nangong Li gritted his teeth, quickly packed up his things and left. As soon as he walked out of Baihua Pavilion, he heard Concubine Rong inside complaining to him in an extremely arrogant voice.

"Your Majesty, where did you find the painter? He is not obedient at all. The concubine has invited him several times but has not invited him. If it weren't for his good painting skills, he would have been punished long ago. "

"Your Majesty, can this painting be hung in the Dragon King Hall?"

"emperor……"

As he walked away, the sounds behind him gradually became less audible.

Nangongli quickened his pace, he always felt that this Song Ninglu was unusual, of course it didn't mean that his identity was unusual.

Rather, the one who can get along so harmoniously with his enemy?His paintings are not based on imagination.

(End of this chapter)