The Rebirth of the Concubine

"Amber, bring me all the scrolls Yang Bingyi drew for me." Wei Muyin said.

Amber had just finished packing the dishes for the evening meal, and after hearing the princess's order, she hurried to bring all the scrolls.

When Wei Muyin spread out the portraits one by one, he admired them carefully, and the one that was placed in the most conspicuous position was just finished in the afternoon, a portrait of Wei Muyin wearing armor.

"This painting doesn't look like a princess anymore." Standing aside, Hu Po also helped Wei Muyin choose, picked up the one and said.

"Why not?" Wei Muyin asked.

"The princess is usually shy and charming, but the princess in the painting is majestic and intimidating." Amber pointed out the difference.

After Wei Muyin heard this, he smiled knowingly, and was very happy in his heart. In this life, he was reborn on Yuan Yue's body, but he lived a completely different life from her. Of course, his appearance was the same, but people's lives depend on their temperament.

"What do you think of this one?" Wei Muyin took out a scroll and unfolded it for Hu Po to look at.

Amber stretched her head and saw that the princess in the painting was lying on her back on the slump, her side face was slightly slanted, her red lips were bright, her whole body was supported by her elbows, her neck was elegant, her waist was weak and slender, and she was wearing clothes all over her body. Exposure, beige silk long dress, the shoulders of the clothes fall to the chest, and the hem also covers the crotch, revealing a large white thigh, which makes people think about it after looking at it, but a face that is still immature, but it poses people. The charming expression of soul.

She couldn't imagine Yang Bingyi's mood when he saw the princess in such a provocative pose when he was painting this picture.

"This... is too explicit." Hu Po only felt that her mouth was dry after reading it, and swallowed involuntarily.

Wei Muyin felt very satisfied when she found this small movement of hers. It seemed that this painting had achieved the effect he had envisioned. At that time, he had a whim and insisted on Yang Bingyi draw the most charming portrait painting for him in the world. This moment comes in handy.

"The princess really wants to give this painting to Mr. Wei Mu to hang on the wall?" Hu Po asked tentatively.

"Hang it on the wall? I want her to hang it beside the bed, and watch it carefully every day." Wei Muyin said without hesitation.

Hu Po has never seen such a bold woman, she is still a high-ranking princess in the palace, and she shows her almost naked portrait for men to watch before going to bed.

"What about this one?" Hu Po pointed to the portrait of Wei Muyin in military uniform.

"Just put this pair of hangings away properly." Wei Muyin originally planned to hang it on his wall, spat every day to relieve his hatred, but then he thought about it, after all, the painting in this life is his own face, so don't want to be humiliated up.

Early the next morning, Yang Bingyi sent Yuan Yue's portrait to the palace. Wei Muyin sent Amber to get it back, but he didn't show up again. Yang Bingyi was so disappointed that he didn't see the princess. Can go home.

Amber brought the portrait into the princess room with great interest. Wei Muyin took the portrait and flipped through it over and over again. Amber stood aside, dumbfounded for no reason.

"The princess is tossing this portrait back and forth, do you really like Mr. Wei Mu?" Hu Po has never seen Yuan Yue's real face, but in the portrait, she is about the same age as the princess, but her brows are resolute, like a Can be entrusted for life.

Seeing that the princess didn't seem to hear her, Amber still lowered her head and fiddled with it, touching the face and hands of the person in the painting for a while, and then her eyes were dull and she didn't make any movements. She felt that the princess today was very weird.

Wei Muyin's mind is disturbed at the moment. She hasn't seen the face of her previous life for more than ten years. The gradually blurred life of her previous life has gradually become vivid and clear, evoking a series of memories.

She seemed to be in a dream, which one was real and which one was a dream, Wei Muyin became dazed.

"Sister Wang, I..." Yuan Hao didn't announce, he walked into the room and shouted, but just as he was about to say something, he saw Wei Muyin was fascinated by Yuan Yue's portrait.

Seeing the prince entering the room, Hu Po hurriedly saluted and greeted her. Yuan Hao waved his hand and asked her to come closer to him for questioning.

"What's wrong with Sister Wang?" Yuan Hao quietly pulled Amber and asked in a low voice.

"I don't even know the reason, the servant girl, since the painting was brought in, the princess has been like this." Hu Po felt that the princess was playing tricks, but she didn't dare to talk nonsense.

After Yuan Hao listened, he tiptoed to Wei Muyin and slammed the table.

Wei Muyin was frightened by Yuan Hao's movement, and almost fell off the chair, and hurriedly supported the table with both hands to avoid falling.

"Brother Wang, what's the matter?" Wei Muyin asked in shock.

"Sister Wang is so focused, I don't want to disturb you because of my brother, but today I came to see you, and it's about Mr. Wei Mu." Yuan Hao said in a drawling tone.

Wei Muyin's eyes lit up. For two days in a row, Yuan Hao took the initiative to tell him about Yuan Yue. It was so sweet that he met the pillow as soon as he yawned.

"What's the matter?" Wei Muyin asked hastily.

"I'm planning to go to the Liangzhou military camp, and by the way help Miss Wang deliver that painting to Mr. Wei Mu." Yuan Hao replied with raised eyebrows.

Wei Muyin stood up from the chair at once, opened her eyes wide, looked at Yuan Hao, she couldn't believe it was real, she was worrying about how to deliver the portrait to Liangzhou.

"When did I lie to Sister Wang, show me the portrait." Yuan Hao shrugged his shoulders, turned his face and asked Amber to show him the portrait.

When Yuan Hao unfolded the scroll and saw Wang Mei's supine portrait of a half-covered beauty, he felt blood rushing up, his head dizzy, and his hands and feet trembled.

"You're going too far, what kind of gesture is this, this..." Yuan Hao was so angry that he couldn't find anything to say to Wei Muyin.

Amber hurried out of the house to avoid embarrassment.

"Isn't it pretty?" Wei Muyin didn't dare to sit down, but just stood up and said.

"It's simply contemptuous of myself, I won't send it to you." Yuan Hao scolded loudly.

"If you don't send it to Yuan Yue smoothly, I will..." Wei Muyin panicked and said quickly.

"What else do you want to do?" Yuan Hao asked back, his anger still undiminished.

"Then I'll go find Yuan Yue in person and show her the real thing." Wei Muyin gritted his teeth and started talking nonsense.

Yuan Hao didn't catch his breath after listening, almost choked himself, coughed for half an hour, raised his eyes and saw Wei Muyin's righteous and awe-inspiring look, and felt that she was both hateful and cute.

"Why are you bothering? If Wang Mei really likes it, then go and tell Father Wang, and this marriage will be made." Yuan Hao was beating his heart, what is so special about Mr. Wei Mu that the tossing Wang Mei is so crazy.

"Just promise my sister." Wei Muyin didn't answer, but just took Yuan Hao's arm and said coquettishly.

In fact, Wei Muyin didn't know how to answer Yuan Hao's question from the bottom of her heart, she only had one wish, if she couldn't kill Yuan Yue, she would have to piss her off.