"Does the emperor want my concubine to change into coarse clothes and recreate the style of a small village girl?"

Zeng Yuanyuan asked while pouring tea.

"Very good!"

Zhao Jue's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands.

Zhao Yan, you want to come back by yourself, let you see what your woman looks like under me!

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...

Zhao Jue now completely treats Zeng Yuanyuan as Du Wan'er.

He just wanted Zhao Yan to see how happy and satisfied Zeng Yuanyuan was under him.

He can't beat Zhao Yan to death, and it's okay to anger him to death!

Zeng Yuanyuan changed into a coarse cloth outfit.

She is very similar to Du Wan'er in terms of figure and appearance.

Her father Zeng Bufan was surprised when he saw Du Wan'er, let alone Zhao Jue, who had always cared about Du Wan'er.

Zeng Yuanyuan has always been kept in the boudoir, and there are very few people who have seen her except her family.

So, no one knows that in this world, except Su and Su Qingyan, there are people who are as similar to Du Wan'er.

Sometimes, it is not necessarily the blood relative who looks like it.

When Zhao Jue saw Zeng Yuanyuan dressed in coarse cloth and her hair was combed into the original Du Waner hairstyle, she seemed to be back in the past.

He looked at Zeng Yuanyuan without blinking.

The painter standing on the side lowered his head and said nothing.

It is not surprising to be a court painter, but if you want to paint on the spot, the emperor and his favorite concubine are the ones that the court painters in this world have never experienced before!

Therefore, the painter at this moment has no idea what expressions should be.

"Little Village Girl, you are finally back!"

Zhao Jue stepped forward, hugged Zeng Yuanyuan, and murmured in her ear.

This little village girl is that little village girl.

But that little village girl is not this little village girl.

Simply put, in Zhao Jue's eyes, the original girl dressed as the village dressed by Zeng Yuanyuan, is Du Wan'er who just returned to Beijing.

Du Wan'er, who just returned to Beijing, was not the girl in the village that Zhao Jue thought of.

"Your Majesty, are you going to start?"

Zeng Yuanyuan asked.

"Xu Ting, from now on, I will paint for me. I will have to see the whole process clearly. I will paint both me and the village girl well. I will draw the picture in detail!"

Zhao Jue turned his head and looked at the painter standing on the side.

"Abide by the order!"

Xu Ting lowered his head and replied yes.

Then he walked to the table, picked up his pen and started drawing.

In order to present the perfect picture as much as possible, Zhao Jue's movements are very light, soft and slow.

Xu Ting couldn't concentrate at all.

Zeng Yuanyuan's sweet voice filled his ears, making him feel a little bloody.

Everyone is a man!

Xu Ting silently recited the Heart Sutra, Diamond Sutra, and various sutras in his heart.

Finally, the painting was successfully completed.

Of course, Zhao Jue and Zeng Yuanyuan were the first audience members.

The two of them pulled Xu Ting and pointed out where they had not drawn well and where they could modify it.

Xu Ting felt that after leaving the palace this time, would he avoid it first?

The capital city should be in turmoil because of this painting!

Run away!

Life is important.

Finally, it took another hour to draw a painting that Xu Ting redesigned was very satisfied with both Zhao Jue and Zeng Yuanyuan.

He left the palace and planned to run away overnight.

He is alone, and it is still easy to escape.
Chapter completed!