Abnormal group wear

It was midnight last night, and Cheng Xiaochi just woke up in the morning when the bad news came from the palace.Cheng Guogong was ordered by the emperor to contemplate his mistakes behind closed doors and was not allowed to enter the court for three months.

The old eunuch told Cheng Xiaochi the news angrily.Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are not precious things to him, since this kid saved him, it's okay to give them to him.

But from now on, in this harem, just wait for yourself to toss!

Because the old eunuch had such a loud voice, everyone in the yard knew Cheng Xiaochi's identity.Cheng Xiaochi originally thought that his status would be seriously damaged, but he didn't expect the sisters to sigh quietly.

"Xiaochi, you must have had a hard time. As a man, you want to show yourself to others, you..."

Their eyes looked up and down Cheng Xiaochi's body, and stopped on Cheng Xiaochi's buttocks, Cheng Xiaochi's scalp was numb, if it wasn't for the lack of seams——

"Sisters, don't think too much! I have never been in the eyes of the emperor!"

No one believed these words, and Cheng Xiaochi saw pity, sympathy, shock, and doubts on the faces of several people...

"Really not!!" he swore.

However, it is of no use. The current reputation of the Holy Majesty in this regard has already forced people to think about it.When Cheng Xiaochi asked, he realized that the reputation of the dog emperor had been unclear for a long time.

When the night was high and the wind was dark, several people gossiped in low voices.When it comes to gossip, human beings get excited, so they don't care about the setting of getting up early tomorrow.The blood is trembling for gossip!

They chattered for almost an hour.After integrating the information, Cheng Xiaochi came to a conclusion.

1: The emperor is already 26 and has no children.

2: The emperor has a eccentric personality. From time to time, he tosses all the officials. All the officials are obedient and do not dare to find trouble.

3: The emperor doesn't turn over the signboard of the harem, and doesn't look down on the many empresses in the harem, so that the harem is calm now, and no one is competing for favor, because they are all unfavorable, fighting for their eggs.

The more Cheng Xiaochi listened, the more painful it became. Based on the man's first reaction, what he thought of was——

With so many beauties in the harem, is the emperor really not tempted?This is not tempting, or is it a man?

These little girls all came to the Clothes Bureau some time ago, and they didn't know anything about this period of time. Cheng Xiaochi himself was thrown into the cold palace, and he also knew that the dog emperor really didn't like men, which meant that he was not gay. And then give a conclusion-the emperor must have a hidden disease? !

So that means...he can't! ! !Cheng Xiaochi was shocked by the answer he got.

As a painter who always speaks Tianma, he immediately has a picture in his mind——

Emperor: I can't do it alone, but you can do it?Come on, castrate him and see if he can do it! !

Originally, Cheng Xiaochi was overwhelmed by the lingering prestige from the last time he saw the emperor, but now he felt that he knew something important, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, his heart seemed to be hooked by a suspender, and he lifted it up.

A certain painter felt that he had learned the truth, but the truth must not be known to the second person, he could only rot in his stomach, and let a few little girls chatter about it.

"Xiaochi is so handsome, how could he not be in the eyes of the Holy One?"

Ah hello, are you acquiescing that he likes men?

"Maybe the taste is different? Maybe the Holy One likes more feminine and charming ones?"

"I don't like the ones delivered to my door, but I like the cold plums that I can't pick."

Ah, he's going to call the police! Hey! ! !

No, no, it's not that he likes men, it's that he can't!Not that way!Cheng Xiaochi got goosebumps all over his body when he heard it, his face wrinkled into a bun, he excused being sleepy, so he quickly escaped the topic, closed his eyes, and fell asleep within 3 minutes.

The time soon came to the second day, and Cheng Xiaochi rubbed his clothes quickly as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.When it was sunset and he could rest, Cheng Xiaochi held a small stool, held a brush in his mouth, and stood next to the pillars in the corridor, thinking about the composition of the picture on the rice paper by the light of the lantern.

The slender eyelashes were hit by the light and shadow on the paper, indistinct. Because of the light, half of the face fell into the darkness. The visual impact was far stronger than the real one. The little palace lady passing by in the distance couldn't help but look more Two eyes.

Such a thing as appearance is just a cheat.

In their eyes, Cheng Xiaochi immediately became an independent and down-and-out son who could only devote himself to poetry and songs to relieve his sorrows.

Before Cheng Xiaochi crossed over, he was a well-known cartoonist. He was a scholar from a young age, learned Chinese painting at the age of three, and won the third place in the city at the age of nine.When he arrived at the university, he did not enter the Department of Chinese Painting, but resolutely joined the ranks of migrant workers in comics.

I regret it now.

The old eunuch gave Cheng Xiaochi some low-quality Four Treasures of the Study, even the rice paper was straw-yellow, the kind that people with status used to make toilet paper.In his heart, he didn't believe that Cheng Xiaochi could paint at all. He thought that this handsome young man who served others could read and write, so how could he know how to paint and write?

This kind of person is probably very skilled in the room.

Seeing the black-haired young man preparing to write and draw with a pen in his mouth after the sunset, he let out a "bah" fiercely in front of everyone, and said, "It's a waste of time! When we arrived at our Huanyiyuan, I just worked honestly, thinking that I wrote the first poem." Poetry can get the attention of the Holy One? Wishful thinking!"

The little eunuch next to him echoed: "What you said is that now cats and dogs want to reach the sky in one step. Perhaps it is the magnanimity of the Holy One that makes others more thoughtful."

Eunuch Zhao was silent, glanced at the little eunuch, and said to himself, you are quite a flatterer, aren't you?

The Holy One is generous?

Thank you for being able to speak.

It was not easy for him to refute anything, so he nodded.

It's not unfounded for him to say this. Something happened in the harem in the first half month.

A few empresses went to the imperial garden to play and enjoy the shade when the weather was fine, but they didn't know what was wrong, and they said it was because of their poetry.A few concubines had a heart-to-heart, and wrote poems respectively, which were given to the emperor to express their admiration (the heart of wanting to be lucky).

In fact, this incident is not a bad thing when you think about it. Love poetry is quite naive, knowing and interesting.

But the emperor was in a bad mood that day, and he sneered at nearly half of the ministers in the court hall. There was a disaster in the northern cold land, and the local officials did not report it in time...

At this stall, several empresses' love poems were handed over to the emperor's face.Surprisingly, the emperor replied.The little eunuch who sent the poem was illiterate, so he happily took it back to several empresses.

When the empress saw it, her peach blossom face paled in an instant, and she almost burped.

A few large characters——Copy the Tao Te Ching one hundred times and hand it in three days later.

Later, the literate palace people read the poems and essays of several empresses, and also gave four big characters, which didn't make any sense.

Then no one dared to propose poems in front of the emperor, because today's sage is proficient in poems and songs, and can write good handwriting. Few people dare to use an ax in his weak class, let alone he is the emperor.

The corner of Cheng Xiaochi's mouth twitched, the Holy One is generous, a thick hammerfish, if he is thick, he will still be here?

A few days ago, the little eunuchs and maids passing by outside the courtyard would occasionally hold some calligraphy and paintings in their hands, reading with gusto.The inside of the palace is no better than the outside. When you are bored, you always need something to entertain yourself. The father-in-laws who are in charge of the affairs above also know this truth, and it is not an option to hold back all the time.

So they turned a blind eye to this matter, and as long as they didn't make mistakes, they let them see.

During the lunch break the day before yesterday, an eunuch was sitting at the base of the wall reading a picture book, while Cheng Xiaochi quietly peeked beside him.After a few glances, he became a little proud.

What are these paintings?

That's it?

That's it?

The story technique is mediocre, the plot is vulgar, the artistry is not in place, the details are rough, the characters are out of shape, even if it is vulgar, it is not vulgar in place.

A painter's sense of superiority arises spontaneously.That's why Cheng Xiaochi suddenly came up with the plan last night, he asked for a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and started to think about the outline.

A mature commercial work, the first step is to investigate the market.The script that the little eunuch read was roughly a story about a Jiangnan genius and a beautiful cat demon.

It's just that the content is too vulgar and too explicit, and there is really no appreciation value.It can be seen that the little eunuch was so absorbed in reading it that he didn't even notice it when he was peeking from the side, which shows that there is still considerable market space for this kind of script.

It seems that no matter what era people are, they cannot escape the temptation of this kind of forbidden love, forbidden love!

——— Tasting the forbidden fruit is too wonderful.

According to this routine, Cheng Xiaochi immediately had a rough outline of the story in his mind.

Cheng Xiaochi's experience tells him that the first work should not be too long, nor should it have too many elements, and it is best to follow the trend, and not to be too unconventional.

Cheng Xiaochi swiped his pen and wrote————My teacher.

What kind of manga did Cheng Koike draw before?

He first drew blood comics, that is, my life is up to me, and then he went to the street.Then it changed to frequent romance, the domineering president entangled me and rushed to the street.

After pondering for a while on his way forward, he went astray and was encouraged by his friends to draw a book——Master looked at me with something wrong.

I am a man, and my master is also a man.

Then it became popular all over the Internet.

Cheng Xiaochi suddenly.