Just a moment ago he was so angry he looked like he wanted to devour them alive, how come he's laughing out loud now?
"You just said that the princess did this?"
Jin Jinzhi placed the painting on the table, and the young guard mustered his courage to look up at it.
"Yes, Your Highness has requested pen and ink."
"Well, at that time, I didn't see clearly what the princess painted, but the princess asked for brush and ink, and Sister Qingdai brought them to her. I suppose this is what the princess painted."
The young guard nodded, his words somewhat incoherent due to nervousness.
Jin Jinzhi nodded in satisfaction. The painting depicted mature and beautiful women, and Yun Duoduo had destroyed it because she didn't want him to see it again.
It seems Yun Duoduo is jealous.
"Yes, that's good."
Jin Jinzhi slammed his hand on the table, extremely pleased. The guard beside him was at a loss. Seeing that Jin Jinzhi seemed to have stopped being angry and was no longer pursuing his responsibility, he lowered his head and prepared to sneak away.
"It's good to be jealous, it's good to be jealous!"
"I must carefully preserve this painting."
Jin Jinzhi smiled happily, rubbed his hands together, put the painting away, and placed it in the most conspicuous place on his desk.
Hearing Jin Jinzhi's hearty laughter, Cao Canjun, who had just walked over, felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his skin stood on end.
"Your Highness."
"Your Highness, what brings you such joy? Is there some good news that makes me happy too?"
Military Advisor Cao grinned, showing off his bright white teeth, and moved closer to Jin Jinzhi.
"Hmm? You've come at the right time."
"Go find another painting as a congratulatory gift for the Left Prime Minister."
That painting of twelve beauties in their boudoirs was originally intended as a gift for the Left Prime Minister to admire, but it has now been destroyed by Yun Duoduo. It seems we'll have to choose another gift.
"ah?!"
Cao Canjun looked shocked and unwilling. He had spent a fortune to buy that painting of twelve beauties in their boudoirs after visiting several brothels.
Why are you going to get another one?
Did the Left Prime Minister not like that picture?
Why am I always the one who gets hurt?
The people of Nanyang are known for their honesty and simplicity; this kind of thing is really hard to find, okay?!
"Your Highness, was the previous painting not to the Left Prime Minister's liking?"
Cao Canjun tentatively asked Jin Jinzhi, thinking to himself that it was impossible; it was a picture that would make any man's blood boil.
It's impossible for the Left Prime Minister not to like it.
Or is it that the Left Prime Minister liked it so much that he wanted to find another one?
Jin Jinzhi shook his head. "This painting is very good. I will keep it. Go and find another one."
ah? !
What? !
Cao Canjun's worldview was shattered. He stared at Jin Jinzhi in disbelief. How could his prince have changed?
[It's over, the building has collapsed.]
[Only the world where he was injured was achieved.]
His lord was not originally interested in this kind of thing. He had been by Jin Jinzhi's side for many years, but there were hardly any female maids in his mansion. He didn't even have a concubine, and he had never been to a brothel or music hall.
Before Jin Jinzhi asked His Majesty to grant him a marriage, he once thought that Jin Jinzhi was impotent or had a hidden illness, which was why he was so averse to women.
But now he says he wants to keep the painting of the twelve beauties in their boudoirs for himself.
"Your Highness, you actually like that painting..."
Has the prince changed, or has he been hiding his true nature too well?
Cao Canjun was puzzled. He tentatively asked Jin Jinzhi, "Your Highness, may I go and find other birthday gifts?"
He didn't want to go to Yihong Courtyard, Cuiyu Pavilion, or Xiaoxiang Pavilion again. The madams there were too enthusiastic, and every time he went, they would grope him until he was skinned alive.
Jin Jinzhi shook her head, her tone firm and carrying an undeniable force: "I want this kind of painting; the Left Prime Minister likes it."
Cao Canjun was utterly despondent. His face was long and gloomy, and he was on the verge of tears. It seemed that he was going to have to go to that place with the strong smell of perfume again. "Yes, Your Highness."
...
On the other side, Yun Duoduo left the Jibei Prince's Mansion, returned to the Princess's Mansion to change her clothes, and then went to the Yuexiayuan Painting Workshop.
Counting the days, Xue Guangjin's birthday banquet is just around the corner. The Yuexiayuan Painting Shop has many excellent wolf-hair brushes, Huizhou ink, and Nanning inkstones, all of which are rare and precious items, making them perfect gifts.
When he was a child, this old man took good care of him.
She loved to play and often ran off to play, leaving the eunuchs and maids behind. When she couldn't find her way back to the palace, she would happen to run into this old man, who would then escort her back to Fushuang Palace.
Besides Xue Guangjin, Kang Fuguo was also a very kind uncle to her.
Xue Deyi and she had grown up together since childhood, so she would definitely attend the birthday banquet of the Left Prime Minister Xue Guangjin.
"What should I send to the Left Prime Minister?" Yun Duoduo muttered to herself, pondering what to send.
"The Left Prime Minister has everything, so he probably doesn't lack anything."
Yun Duoduo was almost at Yuexiayuan Painting Gallery when she remembered that the Left Prime Minister was a military general, and he might not like the kind of things she gave him, such as writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
She might even be accused by those with ulterior motives of being the Ninth Princess, who sent her writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones as a veiled insult implying that the military general was uncultured.
Yun Duoduo frowned and shook her head: "No, no, that's not appropriate."
"How about we go check out the silk shops?"
The Moonlit Painting Studio wasn't far from the Silk Shop, and Yun Duoduo turned a corner and headed towards the Silk Shop.
If the silk shops don't have anything suitable, then go and check out the spice shops and money exchanges.
"Young Master!"
As soon as she reached the entrance of Jinxiu Silk Shop, the shop assistant inside saw Yun Duoduo and waved to her enthusiastically.
Yun Duoduo nodded in response with a smile on her face.
"Sister Ziwan, are you inside?"
The waiter nodded, took the cloak that Yun Duoduo had taken off, and went inside.
"Manager, the young master is here."
"Please sit down." Liao Ziwan saw that it was Yun Duoduo who had come, and instructed the waiter to bring over some warm fruit drinks.
"Sister Ziwan, what's a good gift to give the elderly?"
Liao Ziwan pondered for a moment, then looked at the ready-made clothes in the silk shop and said, "Why not give the old man a warm short jacket instead of a gift?"
"That's right!"
The weather is perfect for wearing a short jacket right now, and the clothes from Jinxiu Silk Shop are all of very high quality and the styles are impeccable. If we were to give the Left Prime Minister a short jacket, he would definitely find it useful.
"Look, these are all styles that are very popular in Beijing recently."
Liao Ziwan walked to the center of the silk shop and pointed to several ready-made garments on the rack.
Yun Duoduo looked at the clothes hanging above; they were indeed very nice, the kind of simple menswear she liked.
As she looked at it, Yun Duoduo unconsciously picked up a dark blue short jacket, and the image of Jin Jinzhi wearing this garment naturally came to mind.
[My brother Jinzhi would definitely look great in this.]
Should we make one for Jinzhi's brother too?
Yun Duoduo immediately shook her head, rejecting her own idea.
[Forget it, I won't make it for him. He's already set his sights on the "Twelve Beauties in Spring Boudoir" painting, so let his fairy from the painting keep him company. What more could he want?!]
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