After admiring the perfect male portrait, Jiang Huan waved.
"Okay, put it away."
"By the way, put Fu Yanjing's portrait in my study, and the rest can be done as you wish." Jiang Huan suddenly added.
"Yes." Liu Mo immediately collected all the portraits of the handsome men, a trace of regret flashing across his heart.
She also thought of putting Fu Yanjing's portrait at the bottom.
He thought that if he waited for two days, his Highness might have forgotten about the prince's "possible malfunction in some places".
Harmful!
"Your Highness, His Majesty asked you to have dinner in Qiankun Hall." Liu Shu walked in quickly.
"Yes, I understand."
Jiang Huan tidied up her things and quickly took Liu Mo and others to the Qiankun Palace.
Emperor Qingwu was still discussing matters with his ministers in the Qinzheng Hall, so Nanny Su brought Jiang Huan into the hall to rest.
After drinking a cup of tea, Jiang Huan wandered around the Qiankun Hall casually.
She walked into the study where Emperor Qingwu usually wrote and drew during his rest time.
Suddenly, Jiang Huan's attention was attracted by the portrait hanging behind the Phoenix throne in the distance.
"!!!"
Jiang Huan was stunned on the spot for a moment, her peach blossom eyes wide open, full of disbelief and shock.
That painting! What the hell! That painting is of her dad! Her modern dad!
What the hell is going on?
It would be fine if they only looked somewhat similar, but the problem was that the man in the portrait looked exactly like her father.
Jiang Huan hurriedly took a few steps forward and looked left and right.
Finally, we come to a conclusion that makes people feel confused and horrified:
The one who is stepping on her dad is her dad!
Jiang Huan didn't know what expression to show. She had to calm down and calm down.
Just as she was staring at the portrait in a daze, her mind in a state of confusion, the voice of Emperor Qingwu came from outside.
"Where's Huanhuan?"
"Your Majesty, the Sixth Prince is in your study."
Footsteps were heard, and after a while, the voice of Emperor Qingwu, which had lost its majesty and become softer, sounded behind Jiang Huan.
"Hanhuan is looking at your father's portrait."
Emperor Qingwu walked to Jiang Huan's side, and his eyes, which were always full of oppression, were now filled with endless tenderness. She looked at Jin Congran's portrait with a face full of longing and attachment.
Let out a long sigh.
"In a blink of an eye, your father has been gone for fifteen years, and you are fifteen years old too."
Jiang Huan was shocked by these two sentences.
The person painted on this painting is actually the biological father of this body, my cheap mother's true love, Jin Congran? !
Holy shit!!
Xu Wei had been jealous of Jin Congran for more than ten years. Even after Jin Congran died, he still regarded him as a thorn in his side.
Therefore, there was not a single portrait of Jin Congran in Zhaoyang Palace.
Since childhood, Xu Wei never allowed anyone in Zhaoyang Palace to mention anything about Jin Congran.
When the original owner was very young, a palace servant let slip that "the Sixth Prince's biological father was the Royal Lord Jinrong who passed away many years ago."
As a result, Xu Wei cut off the palace servant's tongue, chopped off his limbs, and tortured him to death.
It is conceivable how much Xu Wei hates Jin Congran.
The original owner had never seen a portrait of Jin Congran, and all her memories of her father were about Xu Wei, not Jin Congran, her biological father.
Jiang Huan obtained the original owner's memory, and today was the first time she saw what Jin Congran looked like.
She was really numbed by the shock.
Suddenly, Jiang Huan had an idea and remembered that her modern mother looked about four or five percent similar to the queen in front of her.
The name is Jiang Cheng, which is very good, same surname and same name but different characters.
Nowadays, her mother is the chairman who holds the lifeline of the entire Jiang Group and has the final say and can make things happen with a wave of her hand.
The Queen Mother, the ruler of the world of Dalí, controls the entire court. She is the supreme emperor who can kill millions of people when the emperor is angry.
The two women have similar names, similar auras, and look similar.
Her modern father, whose surname is Jin and whose given name is An, looks exactly like her current biological father, Jin Congran.
Her father is a professor at a top university who charges $200,000 for a class.
Back then, her mother fell in love with her father at first sight, and pursued him with great vigor and determination (ahem, her mother has a strong and arrogant aura, and it is said that her father is the one below).
In Dali, it is said that he was also the father that her mother, the queen, pursued.
She and the original owner have the same name and look exactly the same, except for their height.
Oh, yes, there is also her modern sister, Jiang Xi, the beautiful and overbearing CEO of the Jiang Group. Isn’t the one who steps on her father a combination of the eldest sister Jiang Liu and the third sister Jiang Xi!!!
Grandpa, damn!
Jiang Huan cursed.
There are so many similarities and coincidences. If they were not related, her name, Jiang Huan, would be written backwards.
Could it be that this book is not just a simple book, but the past life of her Jiang family of four as tragic cannon fodder?
Jiang Huan frowned and looked at the portrait with confusion in her heart.
Emperor Qingwu stared at the portrait for a while, then turned to look at Jiang Huan.
"It's getting late, let's go out for dinner."
"Okay, let's go, Queen Mother." Jiang Huan suppressed the complicated thoughts in her mind.
She walked up to Emperor Qingwu skillfully, hugged his arm, and acted coquettishly.
Emperor Qingwu smiled happily and enjoyed his daughter's coquettishness very much.
At this time, her anger towards Xu Wei reached a new level.
If it weren't for Xu Wei, her Huanhuan wouldn't have been taught to stay away from her, and she would have been able to enjoy her daughter's coquettishness in advance.
Xu Wei, huh! A flash of cold light flashed across Emperor Qingwu's eyes.
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