Lin Yuzhi directly stated what he wanted.
What he wanted was not a painting from the emperor, no matter how expensive it was.
All he wanted was a painting by the princess herself, a painting of him.
Lin Yuzhi's eyelashes trembled, and he said, "It's the kind of painting where no one is wearing clothes."
Hearing this, Wen Yu lifted his chin with her storybook and tilted her head: "Where did you hear that?"
After all, Lu Ren, Yue Lingfeng, and Jiang Qi would not take the initiative to speak out about this matter.
Ning Xuanyan is even more impossible.
Lin Yuzhi said nothing, just stared at Wen Yu, his eyes pleading: "Princess, you promised me."
"What I promised was to ask the emperor's brother for a painting for you."
She also picked some royal hair for herself.
Lin Yuzhi said: "I didn't agree."
His eyes were a little stubborn, a little obstinate, and very persistent.
Normally, Lin Yuzhi rarely has this kind of look.
It's a drunken limited edition.
As he spoke, he turned his head and rubbed his cheek against the edge of the book: "You promised me..."
"I will treasure the princess's paintings and take them out to appreciate them every day."
Wen Yu: ...
Hearing this, she blinked and said uncertainly, "You... want to take the painting back? And admire it every day?"
"Um."
Wen Yu suddenly smiled.
Who understands that after painting each person, they dare not look at themselves in the painting.
Such a great work can only be appreciated by herself!
Wen Yu threw the script aside and directly grabbed Lin Yuzhi's chin with her fingers and lifted it up.
Lin Yuzhi's slender neck was stretched into a smooth arc, his protruding Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes trembled, as if waiting for Wen Yu's judgment.
Wen Yu's eyes scanned his face, from his eyebrows to his nose, then to his lips and chin. Finally, she curled her lips and shouted, "Liu Chun—"
Lin Yuzhi pursed his lips and said, "Princess, don't chase me away..."
Liu Chun, who was in the side room, heard the call and hurried to the door, lowered his head and said, "Princess."
Wen Yu's fingertips reached down and swept across Lin Yuzhi's Adam's apple, making his whole body tense.
He heard Wen Yu say, "Bring some wine, more, and bring my drawing board over."
Liu Chun was shocked.
Painting, drawing board?
But she quickly calmed down.
Although Liuchun doesn't look very smart on weekdays, he is indeed very efficient in doing things. He quickly got a lot of wine and filled the table.
After putting the drawing board away, he quietly left.
Lin Yuzhi looked at the drawing board, his voice trembling: "Princess..."
Wen Yu seemed to know what he was going to say, and said directly: "This princess always keeps her word, and she is not someone who cannot afford to give. Since you want it, take it back when you finish it."
As she spoke, she sat up from the small couch. Her legs felt a little numb, so she relaxed for a while.
At this moment, a pair of hands vaguely wrapped around her waist from behind.
Lin Yuzhi gently pressed his face against Wen Yu's shoulder, not daring to use force, and whispered, "I seem to be dreaming..."
Wen Yu: ...
She took Lin Yuzhi's arm away, stood up, walked to the table, picked up a pot of wine and handed it to him: "Drink."
He accepted everything Wen Yu gave him.
Lin Yuzhi took the wine without saying a word. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and drank the whole pot from the spout.
"Princess." He looked at Wen Yu, "I've finished drinking..."
The second pot was handed over.
Seeing this, Lin Yuzhi threw the empty wine jug in his hand aside and took it again.
Wen Yu handed him five pots of wine in total, and he drank them all.
A drunkenness a hundred times stronger than before surged over Lin Yuzhi, who lay on his side on the small couch. His eyes were already blurry and he couldn't find what was on them, but he knew who was standing in front of him.
She's his princess...
No, not his princess...
Lin Yuzhi propped himself up and sat up from the small couch. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he could see Wen Yu's cheek clearly.
He curled his lips: "Princess, you haven't appeared in my dreams for a long time..."
At this time, Wen Yu's gentle voice reached his ears, like a goddess giving orders: "Take off your clothes."
Lin Yuzhi smiled and said, "Okay."
He stared at Wen Yu with his hazy eyes, untied his belt little by little, took off his coat, and revealed his whole self without reservation.
Just like a pure lotus that should not be touched, it peeled off the lotus clothes that wrapped itself in the moonlight, revealing the lotus heart for people to play with and taste.
The lotus heart tastes slightly bitter, which is Lin Yuzhi's long-suppressed emotions, but there is a hint of sweetness hidden in the bitterness, just like him now.
All his clothes were thrown aside. I don’t know if it was because he was drunk, but he was very frank.
Lin Yuzhi smiled lightly: "Princess, take off your clothes..."
There was an arrow wound on his chest that had not yet healed completely and was red enough to burn the eyes.
Wen Yu looked him up and down, her eyes inevitably filled with admiration.
It is indeed top-notch flesh.
Wen Yu walked forward, holding a pot of wine in her hand, and pushed Lin Yuzhi down on the couch: "Lie down."
Lin Yuzhi was suddenly pushed down, looking up at Wen Yu with a pair of hazy eyes, his hair was already a little messy.
Wen Yu placed the wine pot on the small table, picked a grape, and placed it on Lin Yuzhi's lips: "Hold it in your mouth, don't make any noise, be good."
Lin Yuzhi turned his head and licked the grape gently, then opened his lips and held it.
Wen Yu: ...
"Where did you learn these seductive tricks..."
Lin Yuzhi was indeed very drunk. Hearing Wen Yu's doubts, he directly picked up the script beside him and started flipping through it. However, after flipping through it for a long time, he did not find what he wanted.
Wen Yu: ...
She threw the storybook in Lin Yuzhi's hand a little further away, picked up a grape and began to peel it: "Prime Minister Lin has read a lot of storybooks without my knowledge."
As soon as he finished speaking, a drop of grape juice dripped onto Lin Yuzhi's abdominal muscles.
It was so cold that his eyes trembled and he stared at Wen Yu closely.
Wen Yu slowly squeezed the grapes on her fingertips, and the juice dripped upwards along her abdominal muscles and reached Lin Yuzhi's chin.
The grape juice flowed down the chin, across the neck and Adam's apple, and finally slid into the hair and disappeared.
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