Rebirth: Ruyi goes crazy in the harem

That night, the emperor was wearing a thin blanket and leaning over his desk, looking closely at the scroll on the table with a lens.

Chen Wanyin, wearing a light pink Mandarin dress with a pattern of Chinese jasmine branches, came over with graceful steps and greeted the emperor in a soft voice.

The emperor looked up and saw that Chen Wanyin was dressed very quietly and charmingly today, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Princess Wan, I remember that you are best at painting. I got a new masterpiece today, come and take a look at it with me."

Chen Wanyin obediently stepped forward, and the emperor held her in his arms. His breath brushed across the hair on her forehead, making Chen Wanyin feel quite uncomfortable.

After appreciating the painting with the emperor for a long time, the emperor suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Wanpin, I remember that you liked to paint my self-portrait the most.

However, you have always drawn from memory before. Today, why don’t you draw a picture for me in front of me?”

Such a rare favor was what Chen Wanyin had longed for the most. She would naturally not refuse.

But as she continued to paint, looking at the emperor's increasingly aged face and the dark circles under his eyes, she gradually lost the admiration she had in her youth and began to hate the dry wrinkles on the emperor's face.

The beautiful illusions that I had about the emperor in the past because of the distance between us were shattered bit by bit.

It was as if, because she didn’t dare to look the emperor in the eye, she always thought that the emperor was a piece of fresh white tofu.

But now, when I looked at it carefully, I was suddenly disappointed to find that it was just a piece of wrinkled stinky tofu.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, she was just attracted to the emperor because of his beauty.

Love fades with the fading of beauty, and this is not only true for men towards women. Women towards men are also prone to this cliché.

However, Chen Wanyin would only keep these rebellious thoughts in her heart.

On the surface, she is still the simple person who adheres to the duties of a concubine.

Chen Wanyin's face remained calm as her brush moved quietly. In the end, she abandoned her usual realistic style and painted the emperor's face to look more like the handsome face he had in his youth.

It seems that in this way, the last bit of beauty in memory can be preserved.

With Chen Wanyin's careful care, the emperor's injuries gradually improved.

The warm autumn sun is dazzling but not scorching, like a touch of bright oil paint skillfully painted on the sky.

The gentle breeze blew across his face, bringing with it the fresh fragrance of grass and trees. The emperor took a sedan chair and took Chen Wanyin to the grassland to relax and have fun.

When they reached a gentle slope, suddenly a few fluttering butterflies appeared from nowhere, swirled around them, circled a few times in the air, and then flew away into the distance.

“There are still butterflies in this season?”

Chen Wanyin looked up with some surprise and followed it, thinking that such rare things, she would ask Shunxin to take people to catch a few later, Jing?? would definitely like them.

The emperor also found it interesting, so he waved his hand and asked the sedan chair to change its route to see where the butterflies were flying to.

When the sedan chair reached the top of the hill, they could see from afar a deserted place with a patch of pink and purple flowers.

In the middle of the flowers, a foreign woman with her face covered with gauze and wearing a long skirt embroidered with snow lotus was dancing lightly and whirling around.

The woman was as light as a swallow, her shadow moving like a silk thread, soft but not broken. Her long hair, like black silk, was casually tied up, seemingly rough and simple, but surprisingly gave off a sense of purity and clarity that was untainted by the world.

The pure white skirt of the woman fluttered like smoke. When she spun around, it looked like the fluttering wings of a butterfly under the scorching sunlight, dazzling and breathtaking.

The butterflies seemed to have mistaken her skirt for flowers. They were obsessed with it, chasing after her, circling around her, and flying back and forth.

The emperor could not help but admire and sigh. Ever since Eyinzhu was sentenced to death, he had never seen such a vigorous and vivid dance.

An unexpected gust of wind blew off the veil on the woman's face.

Her skin was as white as snow, her smile was bright, and her eyebrows were thick, beautiful yet cold. She caught the emperor's eyes in such a stunning way.

The emperor was dumbfounded, staring in fascination at the scene before him that looked like a goddess descending to the earth.

The up and down movement of his Adam's apple revealed his inner desires and impulses.

The concubines in the palace have always been of various shapes and sizes, with various postures, extremely beautiful and each with her own characteristics.

In terms of appearance, among the beauties in the harem, Shufei Yihuan is the best.

But compared to the woman in front of him, even Yihuan's appearance was only three points inferior.

The beauty of Yihuan is like a piece of elegant poetry with gorgeous words on a white paper that has been passed down through the ages.

The woman in front of him was as high, bright, beautiful and gorgeous as the crescent moon in the sky.

The emperor was so fascinated by the scene that suddenly the music stopped and the woman also stopped walking, looking away with her bright smiling eyes.

I saw a tall and strong man, holding a mouth harp, striding towards the woman.

Judging from the clothes he was wearing, he was from the same clan as that woman.

It turned out that this man was the one who was playing the mouth harp, providing harmony to the woman's dance steps.

"Hanqi, I really like the dress you gave me. It's just that the color is a bit plain. I prefer bright and colorful styles."

Han Qi smiled dotingly and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Han Xiangjian's forehead.

"Since you like it, I'll prepare some paint when we get back, and we can dye this skirt into your favorite color together.

You can dye it as many colors as you want, okay?"

Seeing that the curve of his lips became bigger, Han Xiang nodded heavily.

Han Qi took out a light yellow saxaul flower hairpin from his arms and handed it to Han Xiangjian.

Han Xiangjian was surprised and asked, "It's not the season for saxaul flowers to bloom anymore. Where did you get this one?"

Han Qi smiled mysteriously, took Han Xiangjian's hand, and guided her to touch the petals.

"Did you do it?"

Han Qi nodded somewhat proudly, and said cunningly as if to seek credit, "I know your favorite is the Elaeagnus angustifolia flower.

This is what I did when the Elaeagnus angustifolia flowers were in full bloom. I picked the most beautiful one, dehydrated and bleached it, dried it, and then dyed it.

This method can preserve the saxaul flowers as if they were immortal.

I made it specially and pinned it on a hairpin for you, hoping that my fragrance can be like this saxaul flower, always bright and sunny, and never withering. "

A man and a woman in the distance were leaning against each other as if they were made for each other by nature.

The emperor tightly grasped the emerald jade ring on his thumb, his expression changing between darkness and jealousy.

The joints of his hands were blue and white from using too much force, but he asked casually, "Li Yu, who is that woman?"