Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 233, Empress Dowager of the Cold Palace
Cheng Midong lowered his head, a certain unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and finally he closed his eyes and said calmly, "Yes, this is a person I met by the Qinghan River next year when I went to the street to enjoy the lanterns on the [-]th day of the first lunar month next year. Beauty, at that time she was putting on a lamp, and my subordinates took a glimpse and felt that she was really a fairy, so I didn't dare to disturb the fairy, and I couldn't forget it for a long time after returning home, so I made this painting."

The emperor stared at the person in the painting with a smile on his face, and seemed reluctant to look away. Everyone began to wonder how beautiful the woman in the painting was.

Zhao Zonggen, No. 2 in the palace examination, deliberately smiled, "Brother Cheng wants to use this to ask the emperor to help you find the beautiful woman in the painting, so as to relieve your pain of lovesickness?"

His words were meant to be provocative and misleading. If Cheng Midong really planned this, it would appear that he is a person who only cares about sex and beauty, and literati who love children are not always welcomed by the officialdom.

Cheng Midong remained calm and said, "Naturally not, if this woman has betrothed to someone else, I'm not going to smear the name of the woman in my boudoir for no reason, and I have never known her before and are innocent, and I don't want to have any interaction in the future. The servant just regards this picture as a proud work, and just wants to ask the emperor for a compliment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor praised him loudly, "Good! This picture of beauty is well done! The figures are vivid on the paper, and the background is delicately brushed, making me feel as if I was actually there. Look at how exquisite Cheng Aiqing's paintings are. "

He asked the eunuch to hold the paintings and circulate them one by one. There were voices of exclamation one after another. Zhao Zonggen smiled and exaggerated, "It's not bad."

When the painting was sent to Yu Shangshu, Shangshu felt that the woman in the painting looked very familiar and stunning, but he was not very interested.Behind him, Minister Yu, who seemed invisible, was drinking alone. In order to cooperate with the emperor, he glanced up perfunctorily, but this glance shocked him. He stood up suddenly, grabbed the painting and looked at it carefully, and shouted with wide eyes. , "Fan! This is my daughter, Yu Fen!"

After he finished speaking, the palace banquet was quiet for a moment.Hearing the name Yu Fenfen, which had not yet been forgotten, Wei Yu's smile gradually faded, and his voice was cold, "Yu Qing, are you sure?"

Only then did Yu Weixian remember that his daughter had entered the cold palace. His elder brother Yu Wenhan gave him a warning look when he turned his back. Said, "Maybe Weichen misread it, it just looks like my daughter."

The picture scroll continued to pass down, because of the episode of Yu Shilang, even if they didn't know what secrets this beautiful woman named Yuyuan had that displeased the emperor, everyone had various thoughts in their hearts, but on the surface they still pretended not to be affected He highly praised Cheng Midong's superb painting skills.

Cheng Midong also seemed to think that Yu Shilang had misidentified the person in the painting, as he said, he was just giving a well-made painting, and he didn't have any thoughts about beauties.

The painting was finally confiscated by the eunuch and sent to the emperor's study. The palace banquet continued as usual, and the palace was full of harmony and joy.

In the cold palace, Lin Anluo opened her eyes on the bed after watching the live broadcast of the palace banquet. The snow stopped today, and Wei Lang started playing the flute again.

There are actually several kinds of music he played, and Lin Anluo counted it after listening to it a few times. There is a melodious and gentle music that is very hypnotic, and there is a song that sounds like crying and will penetrate people's ears, turning dreams into nightmares. The more hasty and high-spirited kind makes people unable to fall asleep after listening to it, so they want to lift the quilt and go out to beat the brat next door.

　Sometimes I get dizzy when I check, and typos and so on are not checked out. I hope everyone will forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)