The female bandit who traveled through another world knocked down Master Gao Leng

Princess Murong Qingling grabbed Li Mengyun's hand and whispered, "My brother calls you his sister, can I call you my sister?

Sister Yun'er, Yang Shiyi is already painting, and you are still wandering around. Time flies, and two incense sticks of time are not that long!"

This kindhearted little beauty should be the old prince’s legitimate daughter, Princess Murong Qingling, the younger sister of Murong Qingyu.

Although she was a pretty girl, she had several pimples on her fair and rosy face, beside her nose and on her chin. They were red and swollen, and looked a bit unsightly.

Li Mengyun thought to herself: For the sake of Brother Murong Qingyu and your kindness, I will help you get rid of this annoying pimple.

So Li Mengyun sat down next to Murong Qingling with a smile.

"Princess, of course you can call me Sister Yun'er. There's no rush for painting. It's still early."

"It's still early?!"

Murong Qingling was stunned, looking at Li Mengyun with her big round eyes.

"Sister Yun'er, you can draw, right? Do you know how long it takes to draw a picture? After the picture is drawn, you have to add color and so on. It's very troublesome."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on." Li Mengyun held her chin with both hands, looked at Murong Qingling's face, and said softly, "Princess, does the pimple on your face hurt?"

When Murong Qingling heard Li Mengyun talking about the pimples on her face, her face suddenly turned red and she hurriedly covered the pimples with a handkerchief.

He nodded and said with a bitter face: "It hurts. Sometimes I accidentally bump into it and it hurts so much. It's swollen and painful."

Murong Qingling looked at Li Mengyun's curved eyebrows and suddenly came to her senses.

The person in front of her was a miracle doctor appointed by the emperor. Maybe the little girl had a way to solve these annoying pimples on her face.

Murong Qingling hurriedly grabbed Li Mengyun's hand and asked excitedly: "Sister Yun'er, do you have any solution for the acne on my face? Can you help me cure it?"

"Small question." Li Mengyun snapped her fingers. "Does the princess often feel thirsty and dry mouth? Do you like to eat something cold?"

"Sister Yun'er, how did you know?" Murong Qingling widened her eyes in surprise. "I often feel bitter and dry in my mouth, and I only feel comfortable when I eat something cold."

Li Mengyun tapped the table lightly with her hand and asked jokingly, "Princess, you are usually quite greedy, right? You like to eat some barbecued food that can easily make you angry, right?"

Murong Qingling covered her mouth with her hands. She thought to herself: Sister Yun'er is really amazing, it's as if she has seen everything with her own eyes, and everything she says is accurate.

Murong Qingling tightly grasped Li Mengyun's hands, shaking them and acting coquettishly: "Good sister, please help me take care of this annoying pimple on my face."

Murong Qingling said this while blushing and secretly glancing back.

Li Mengyun looked at the blush on Murong Qingling's face and her suddenly shy expression. She thought: Who is it? Who is the object of Princess Murong Qingling's affection?

So he followed Murong Qingling's gaze and looked back. When he saw this, Li Mengyun covered her mouth and laughed.

Looking from this angle, the most conspicuous and eye-catching person is the monster with the surname Song, his good cousin - Song Ruining!

Could it be that the person Princess Murong Qingling likes is her good cousin?

Think about it, what's impossible? My good cousin is the handsomest of the four young masters in Beijing.

My cousin and Lord Gu, one is gentle and the other is cold.

Of course, in my own heart, Lord Gu is more handsome and more manly. Hahahaha, I am such a narcissistic person.

This means that Princess Murong Qingling might become his cousin's wife in the future.

My God, what kind of fate is this? All the people I meet are the people around me, hahaha.

Okay, quickly write the prescription to the princess and cure this annoying acne. Princess, you must be brave and pursue love.

My good cousin has said that he will never get married, so just try your best to pursue her.

Li Mengyun chuckled: "Princess, bring me paper and pen."

Murong Qingling asked the maid waiting beside her to bring paper and pen to Li Mengyun.

Li Mengyun wrote as she wrote, "Princess, the acne on your face is caused by lung heat. You drank my lung-clearing drink, and you need to be more careful about your diet.

Eat less barbecued food that easily causes irritation. For the sake of beauty, it's okay to avoid certain foods, right? "

Murong Qingling nodded. For the sake of that evil man, she would just abstain from certain foods.

Li Mengyun handed the prepared Qingfei Drink to Murong Qingling.

Murong Qingling looked down and saw a line of elegant words written on the paper: 6 grams of honeysuckle; 8 grams of dandelion; 5 grams of licorice. Use boiling water to make a cup of tea and drink it instead of tea.

So simple?

Li Mengyun looked at the puzzled expression on Murong Qingling's face and nodded affirmatively: "It's that simple. Remember, you must avoid certain foods."

Everyone was worried about Li Mengyun as they watched her chat with Princess Murong Qingling for such a long time but hadn't started painting yet.

The anxious young master began to shout: "Little Doctor Li, Minister Yang's daughter is almost done painting, why are you still chatting with the princess?"

Li Mengyun explained everything clearly about Princess Murong Qingling.

He stood up with a smile.

He chuckled and said, "Thank you. I was so engrossed in chatting with the princess that I almost forgot about painting. Thanks to you for reminding me. I'll go and paint a ghost painting right now. It'll be quick."

As he spoke, under the gaze of everyone, he walked to the table, sat down leisurely, spread out the drawing paper, took out the shaved charcoal sticks from his arms, lowered his head and began to draw quickly.

Yang Shiyi is carefully coloring the painted chrysanthemums.

Sometimes he used yellow paint, sometimes he used green paint. Sometimes he changed to a large pen, sometimes he changed to a small one.

Seeing how flustered and overwhelmed they are, I wish I could grow eight hands like an octopus.

Yang Shiyi took a break from her busy schedule to glance at Li Mengyun.

There was still a black patch on the drawing of the pheasant.

Yang Shiyi looked at her almost finished painting, then looked at the burning incense beside her. The incense had burned most of the way and the time was almost up.

I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart: Wild pheasant, you can't beat me this time, right? Even if you have supernatural powers, there is nothing you can do, because you don't have time!

Once Li Mengyun started painting, she was completely immersed in the painting and paid no attention to Yang Shiyi's eyes and thoughts beside her.

Li Mengyun was seen drawing quickly with the charcoal stick in her hand, sometimes she drew with a few big strokes, and sometimes she drew slowly and lightly.

Everyone was curious as they watched Li Mengyun drawing seriously.

What on earth could Dr. Li Xiao draw in such a short time?

They all stretched their necks to look towards Li Mengyun, and they didn't even have the heart to watch the performances of the actors on the stage.