Qin Ye thought about it and felt that the young marquis had helped her, so it was only right for her to ask for a painting for him.
This wolf has a very rare bloodline, and perhaps it can save her life at a critical moment in the future; and she saved Deputy General Jiang, so it’s not too much to ask King Chen for a painting as a reward, right?
After careful consideration, we reached a cooperation agreement:
"If nothing unexpected happens, you can come and pick it up tomorrow evening."
"Okay, that's really refreshing!"
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The next day.
After Qin Ye got up, she ate breakfast and thought about the painting. Since it was hanging in the study, she went to the study.
He ate his meal in a hurry, wiped his mouth, picked up the unfinished plate of pastries on the table, and came to Hanfeng Courtyard.
"Princess, this is..."
Han Feng stood guard at the door of the study. He didn't like anyone to disturb his master when he was working without permission.
Qin Ye looked at the closed study door, smiled slightly, and said softly:
"Is Your Majesty busy? I made a cake myself and wanted to give it to Your Majesty to try."
The cold wind blew slightly.
The master would never be distracted by such things. Concubine Xiao used to come over often, but after being rejected several times, she developed the habit of not disturbing him and now she doesn't come anymore.
He was about to refuse when a man's deep voice suddenly came from the study:
"Let her in."
“?!”
Master, you have double standards!
Why can’t Concubine Xiao go in?
Han Feng suppressed the shock in his heart, stepped aside respectfully, and raised his hand to make a "please" gesture.
Qin Ye pushed open the door and walked in with a smile.
In the clean and simple decorated study, a man in a black robe sat upright behind a desk, holding a memorial paper in his large, bony hands and a wolf-hair brush. He looked restrained, steady and extremely charming while working.
Qin Ye glanced and saw the painting hanging on the screen:
In the painting, there is a remnant cloud, a mountain peak, a crow, and several steps. With just a few simple strokes, a beautiful artistic conception is formed, as if an old friend suddenly passes by in one's mind and looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn.
It is worthy of being the last work of the calligraphy and painting master!
Zong Zhengchen raised his eyes and saw that the woman was looking somewhere else under the guise of bringing him cakes. It was obvious that she had other intentions.
However, he actually felt a bit of anticipation in his heart.
Her arrival seemed to add some fun to his boring office days.
"Why is the princess here?" he asked.
Qin Ye retracted his gaze and walked towards the table: "Send some cakes to the prince."
——I have to serve you to your satisfaction first, then I can ask you for help.
Zong Zhengchen raised his eyebrows, Oh?
Is she having trouble?
Want to ask him?
He was rarely interested, so he closed the letter, put down his brush, and wanted to take a good look at her sincerity.
He picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, but paused, "Why is there oil on this plate?"
"Is there?"
Qin Ye took a closer look and found that it was indeed there.
——How careless! I must have accidentally splashed oil on it when I was gnawing on the chicken leg just now. If I had known, I would have asked Yue'er to change a plate of pastries.
"Wasn't this made by the princess herself?"
"Of course I made this myself!"
Qin Ye said loudly, with a straight face, "How dare I use the cakes made in the kitchen to bluff you, Your Highness? Don't you understand how I feel about you, Your Highness?"
——There are only a handful of people in the world who want to eat what I make myself. How many of you are there?
“…”
Zong Zhengchen's eyes suddenly became gloomy when he looked at Qin Ye.
How can a person's inner world be so rich? How can his acting be so good?
On the surface: My Lord, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice.
Behind the scenes: I want to kick out that bastard and keep eighteen male mistresses!