The cold palace is in a remote location and news cannot be conveyed in.
With his ears and eyes blocked, he couldn't tell whether the dream behind him was good or bad, so he didn't dare to answer immediately.
Painter Wu had no time to linger in this unlucky place. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he turned around in anger, his beard about to blow in the air.
"This painter is asking questions. Are you deaf? Don't you understand?"
The sudden scolding made Meng'er's heart tremble with fear. She was extremely scared.
But he had to suppress his fear and inquired about the news with trembling lips.
"Painter Wu is looking for Yu'er. What does he want from Yu'er?"
Painter Wu felt that the woman in front of him was too incompetent. How could she tolerate the little maids in the cold palace questioning her?
Painter Wu, who had been humiliated, had dark, rat-like eyes that were wide open.
He glared at the little palace maid who seemed to be frightened by him and said aggressively.
"I'm here on errands under the Queen's orders. How can I allow a commoner like you to interrogate me? Where is the palace maid named Yu'er? Call her out immediately, or I'll report you and punish you."
Painters were mixed in with other craftsmen and their status was not high, but it was better than that of the maids in the cold palace. In addition, Painter Wu was using the Queen's banner to raise the flag, so who among the ordinary people dared to offend him?
Meng'er didn't dare, her face turned pale, but she just forced herself not to say anything.
Just as the two were confronting each other, a sudden cough in the room interrupted the once stagnant atmosphere.
Meng'er's pale face was full of panic, and Painter Wu had already looked over following the sound of coughing.
"Master Wu, the person you are looking for is me?"
Painter Wu just looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman who was slowly dragging her weak body out of the door. Her weak body was leaning against the doorpost, and she raised her eyes slowly to greet him.
Court painters were not of high rank and served the royal family and nobles. Painter Wu had outstanding painting skills and had met many dignitaries.
The emperor had all the beautiful flowers in the world in his possession, but the one that was missed out was so beautiful that it seemed extraordinary.
She leaned weakly against the doorpost, a look of worry on her face. She was frail and sick, but her beauty was intact. Her frail appearance only made others feel more pity for her.
I saw that her hair was like clouds, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn waves, her lips were red without any makeup, and her eyebrows were green without any painting.
She had a slender figure, a light and nimble body, more beautiful and fragile than a fairy. Painter Wu was stunned for a moment as he stared at her.
"Yu'er, Yu'er, are you okay? How are you?"
Painter Wu frowned as he listened to the noisy sound. When he came to his senses, he looked at the two women standing by the door, and a dark look flashed in his eyes.
He was too arrogant before and must have offended these two palace maids.
It just so happened that the palace maid named Yu'er was more beautiful than the other noble ladies by not just ten, a hundred, or even a thousand points.
It is not difficult to imagine that this beautiful flower hidden deep in the cold palace would one day be favored by a passionate emperor.
The most favored concubine in the harem is not even half as pretty as this one. If that happens, he, a lowly painter who has offended a noble, will have any chance of survival.
The palace has always been a place where people step on the low and seek the high. Without the noble lady's explicit instructions, there will be people in the palace who will come one after another and trample themselves into the mud just to please her.
His years of hard work were wasted in an instant. How could Painter Wu allow this to happen?
The only solution now was to send this woman far away before the emperor discovered this delicate flower.
The best way is to send her to Beihu and let her be tortured by those barbarians.
After figuring out a solution, the painter walked in with a calm expression and said nothing much. He just said that he was following orders and had to paint portraits for the two of them.
While painting, he stared at the peerless beauty who was leaning against the tattered square table in front of him. She was dazzlingly beautiful yet extremely delicate.
The cautious painter Wu deliberately concealed the beauty of the beauty. After all, this painting had to be presented to the emperor, so it could not be too beautiful.
If he is too beautiful to be favored by His Majesty, he will be doomed to death. He cannot be too mediocre either. He must be beautiful, and as beautiful as the other noble ladies in the palace.
With a plan in mind, the cunning painter Wu completed the painting of the beauty on the paper with just a few strokes.
The beauty in the painting is leaning against the table, with a slender and graceful figure and beautiful features. A closer look reveals that she is a beautiful lady.
But the woman in the painting is far different from the actual woman sitting at the table, covering her face with her wide sleeves and coughing softly. They are simply worlds apart.
Painter Wu was very satisfied after seeing it.
He put the two paintings into the box he brought with him and hurried through the door, no longer as arrogant as before. His hurried back revealed an awkward look as if he was escaping in a panic.
Sisters Yu'er and Meng'er looked at the man who seemed to be fleeing in a panic, with confusion in their eyes.
The painter painted for several days, waiting fearfully for the queen's summons.
On this day, the Queen summoned the court painters to the main hall of Fengqi Palace. Painter Wu knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times and nine times.
The woman sitting in the main seat was wearing a phoenix robe and looked at the scrolls spread out on the table with dignity and respect.
These are the portraits of the beauties who were finally selected after several rounds of selection.
There is no need to say much about the beauty of the beauties in the paintings. There has never been a shortage of beauties in the palace. Looking at the portraits one by one, each one is a top-notch beauty.
Beauty is good, beauty can show my vigor and vigor, the women of the northern barbarians are no match for the beauty of Dagan.
When it came to the last round, the queen was in a dilemma looking at the pictures of beautiful and graceful beauties.
She looked up at the painter who was kneeling on the ground and asked.
"You have seen these beauties with your own eyes and painted them with your own hands. Which one do you think is the most suitable?"
The queen was in a difficult situation and never hesitated to ask others questions.
The painter looked up, and the queen raised her hand to ask him to stand up. He stood up respectfully and bowed respectfully.
The palace maids serving the queen held portraits in front of him and let him look at them.
The painter with ulterior motives was well prepared. When the picture of the beauty Yu'er appeared in front of him, the man pointed at the portrait in front of the queen.
"Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, this palace maiden named Yu'er is graceful and beautiful, and most importantly, gentle and well-behaved, making her the most suitable candidate for a marriage with the Northern Hu."
When two countries marry, the one with a good temperament is harder to manipulate and less likely to cause trouble.
If we find a woman with a capricious temper and travel thousands of miles to marry her, and then accidentally offend the upper class nobles of the Northern Hu, it would not be a good thing to make enemies instead of a marriage.
The queen thought it made sense, so she beckoned for someone to bring the painting of the beauty and showed it to her, and she studied it carefully.
The beauty in the painting has a slim figure and charming eyes. She is a rare beauty, and her facial features are harmonious and bright. At first glance, she looks like a well-behaved person who doesn't cause trouble.
The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. The Queen nodded with satisfaction, her red lips slightly curled, and her grace was extraordinary.
"What the painter said is exactly what I want, so let's go with her!"
The hammer made the final decision, and Painter Wu, who was bowing his head and retracting his hands, felt relieved at this moment. As expected, the guillotine hanging over his head was finally gone.
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