The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

[-] million Chinese coins is a lot of money, let alone whether Xi Qingyin's paintings are worth the price, just the offer of a cat as a gift is enough to make people wonder.

Xi Qingyin thought that no matter if she bought a painting or sold herself, she would not be able to reach this price. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't understand it. In the end, she could only look at the masked youth with piercing eyes, as if she wanted to see him as a flower. .

Perhaps because his gaze was too targeted, the young man lowered his eyelashes as if feeling it.After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly turned over the puffy cat in his arms, drew circles on the cat's belly with his slender fingers, and happily began to suck the belly.

The white cat struggled quite a bit at the beginning, but in the end it couldn't resist its racial instincts and wanted to snore comfortably.

While squinting comfortably, Xi Qingyin warned herself in every possible way: Absolutely!You absolutely must not let others know that you have become this meow who can only purr!The image of Kaolin Flower must collapse!

On the other side, the housekeeper said with a troubled face: "If you really like the little master's paintings, you can naturally sell them to you. It's just this cat, not the little master's cat."

The young man's fingertips paused slightly.

"Hurr...?" The cat raised its face in doubt, why didn't it continue to touch, it was quite comfortable.

Facing the young man's eyes, the smile inside was as gentle and bright as moonlight, but what he said made Xi Qingyin hear the meaning of gnashing of teeth.

"It's okay, painter Xi's works are naturally worth the price."

**

The aircraft pierced the sky and lost its track with a 'swish', leaving only a white trail in the air.

As soon as the cabin door was closed, the king-like treatment of a certain puffy cat disappeared instantly, and it was directly lifted and thrown onto the sofa by its neck.

Because the material of the sofa was too soft, the cat fell into the gap of the sofa and howled miserably for a long time before seeing the light of day again. Grinning its teeth and looking back fiercely, it immediately froze on the sofa.

The young man was loosening his tie with one hand, and put the other hand behind the back of his head. With a soft 'click' sound, the mask covering his entire face fell off.

The complexion under the mask is extremely pale, not that sickly pale, but milky white, which can literally shine in place in the steel-colored cabin.In addition, this person has deep facial features, a high nose bridge, and eyes that seem to be filled with the gentleness of spring, and there is a shining brown mole of tears in the corner of his eyes as an embellishment.

This is a kind of good-looking that is completely different from Xi Qingyin's cold and aloof, but it is undeniable that the face of 'Empire Moonlight' really deserves its reputation, no wonder it has attracted countless girls in the empire.

It's just...he seems to be quite different from his usual gentle and friendly image.Rong Yunjing on TV is always as warm and moist as jade, and his smile makes people feel like a spring breeze.Xi Qingyin has always had a slight fondness for such a prince, but seeing Rong Yunjing now, forgive him for thinking of only one unpleasant adjective - a gorgeous golden peacock.

After Golden Peacock unbuttoned his collar, he sat on the sofa very lazily, staring at the top of the aircraft in a daze for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look at the white cat covered in fur.

"I thought you were his cat..."

The cat's tail kept patting the sofa leather, and the blue vertical pupils showed a kind of honeyed disgust: He never kept pets, it seems that this so-called fan of His Royal Highness did not do his homework very well.

Of course, Rong Yunjing didn't know that his image of a gentle gentleman who had worked so hard for a long time had already collapsed in front of Bai Yueguang and his idol, and what was even more tragic was that he was disgusted from head to toe by Bai Yueguang.

He only had this puffy cat in his mind now, seeing the cat's hair flying all over the sky, Rong Yunjing endured it, and finally couldn't help it, and called the robot maid.

"Since it's not his cat, then send it away as soon as possible. It is absolutely, absolutely impossible to keep cats in the palace."

"Meow..."

Xi Qingyin suddenly jumped to a high place, looking down at Rong Yunjing with azure blue eyes, thinking silently in her heart: "The first thing I will do when I turn back into a human body is to expel you from fandom."

Rong Yunjing's head suddenly felt cold, but he didn't think too much, but asked seriously: "Is there an animal protection center on the route of the aircraft?"

The robot maid shook her head and said, "Your Highness, cats do not belong to the protected animals in the imperial regulations."

Rong Yunjing said, "What about the home for stray animals?"

"Meow~" The cat's cry dragged on, and it sounded a little unhappy with the description of 'stray animal'.

The maid said respectfully: "Your Highness, you only spent [-] million star coins, and the case of the home for stray animals may have to be delayed."

Rong Yunjing was stunned for a moment, touched the picture frame in his hand cherishingly, and sighed, "No matter how short the housekeeper is for money, he can't sell paintings. As soon as he came back, he saw that the whole house was empty...It's so chilling."

The cat purred for a while, then suddenly stood upright.

So it turned out to be the case. Xi Qingyin thought that the Empire Moonlight people were foolish enough to spend a lot of money, but she didn't expect that the [-] million Chinese coins had such a deep meaning, that they were actually thinking about him.

Thinking that she still wanted to expel this person from her fan status before, Xi Qingyin felt a little sorry in her heart.

Just thinking about whether to give this golden peacock its birthplace again, who would have thought that the latter was still cherishing the painting one second, then turned his face mercilessly at Xi Qingyin and said, "Quickly think of other ways, anyway, I don't want to Possibly a cat."

Xi Qingyin: "..."

Your Highness, open your precious eyes and take a good look!The Lord is right in front of you, but you abandon it like a pair of shoes, and express your love for the Lord like a surging river in front of a few paintings. Don't you think you are a bit handsome? !

I vomited 9999 words in my heart, but in the end it could only be turned into a long sound-meow woo woo!

Rong Yunjing's ears automatically blocked the cat's meowing. Holding the painting in both hands, he sighed and said, "This oil painting must have wasted a lot of his hard work."

"Meow." Not really.

"This time it is still the usual warm tone, the color is mainly bright red, which is much more colorful than the previous oil paintings. It seems that he must be in a good mood when painting."

"Meow meow meow?" Of course, painting the sun is popular, what does it have to do with the mood? ? ?

"Ah! The afterglow of the setting sun is so beautiful!"

"..." Brother, this is the sunrise...

Rong Yunjing was like doing comprehension in the college entrance examination, closed his eyes and made a mess of analysis and flattery. It sounded awesome, but in fact he didn't hit a single word.Almost as soon as he opened his mouth, Xi Qingyin could retort ten sentences silently in his heart.

In the end both were tired.

Rong Yunjing held back for a long time, but couldn't hold back more words of praise. He looked at the painting with light brown pupils without blinking, and suddenly laughed: "Although I don't know why he always has a cold face."

Xi Qingyin replied routinely in her heart: "Because I want to pretend."

"But I always knew." Rong Yunjing seriously wrapped the painting in silk and placed it in the exquisite container held by the robot maid, "He is actually a very kind person."

Xi Qingyin was taken aback, then slowly raised her eyes to look at Rong Yunjing.

Coincidentally, he met his gaze, and the latter smiled lightly, and there was a bit of the warm shadow of the moonlight of the empire in the smile.

The robot maid said at the right time: "Your Highness, you are also a kind person."

The tear mole at the corner of Rong Yunjing's eye seemed to come alive all of a sudden, following the arc of the corner of his eye.After a pause, he said with bright eyes: "Thinking about it this way, if he adopts a dying cat, he should be happy too!"

A certain seat·dying cat·Qingyin: Mmp is really happy to be adopted :)

——Today is still the day when I want to expel His Highness the Crown Prince from fan status.

The time of squabbling always passed quickly, and when Xi Qingyin was thinking about how to get those two paintings, the aircraft had already arrived at Rong Yunjing's golden bump palace.

There is really no exaggeration in it. Xi Qingyin thought that her residence with small buildings and pavilions surrounded by mountains and rivers was enough to be grand enough, but in front of this golden peacock in front of her, it really paled in comparison.

Dare you always live in gold?

If Xi Qingyin had the opportunity to meet Rong Yunjing in person in the future, he would definitely ask this question regardless of the possibility of Gaoling Zhihua's image collapsing.

Resplendent, carved beams and painted buildings, magnificence, jewels...all the adjectives related to grace and luxury can be thrown at this golden building in front of you without money at this moment.

The cat's azure blue vertical pupils moved inch by inch, and finally stopped on the glowing white man beside him.If the pupils of the Civet Clan can reflect the cat's true inner state, then Rong Yunjing should still be shining in his eyes, but the light is golden.

The royal ostentation was naturally huge, with real maids lined up on both sides of the aisle, bowing down to salute.Now they are all high-tech capsule rooms. The more they look like this kind of original ecological living environment and real housekeepers, the more expensive the price will be, and the higher the quality will be.

Xi Qingyin can also be regarded as a bit of a follower, experiencing the feeling of a rich person at the top of the pyramid.

Just thinking that Rong Yunjing, the golden peacock, would definitely show a natural arrogance again, when he rolled his eyes, this guy actually had a friendly smile on his face, and took the trouble to start a new round of role-playing.

At this moment, several large characters flashed in Xi Qingyin's mind.

——I met my opponent!

Xi Qingyin was hugged by the robot maid the whole time without having time to visit the golden bump, and followed Rong Yunjing who was walking in a straight line ahead.

He didn't enter the golden bump, but turned to a more elegant attic room next to him with a clear goal.The twists and turns of the road can be kept in mind by Rong Yunjing from beginning to end, it seems that he has walked this road many times, many times.

The two paintings were held in the hands of another real maid, during which Xi Qingyin stared at the paintings and shook her head to memorize the complicated route.

If the purpose of their trip is to send the painting to the attic, then he must remember the route, so that it is possible to get the painting at the slightest chance, unseal the Maomao brush and start the inheritance.

After about fifteen minutes, Rong Yunjing finally stopped.

Xi Qingyin's diary notes were full of confusion, and she raised her head in a daze, and saw Rong Yunjing take the painting from the hand of the real maid, and entered the attic by herself. up.

This is no good, he still needs to see where the painting is placed!

The cat struggled to the ground, ignoring everyone's exclamations, and rushed into the attic with a stab.The servants wandered eagerly outside the attic for a long time, but they still didn't dare to follow in to catch the cat.

It is a well-known fact that His Royal Highness the Prince has a warm temper and treats others generously.But few people know that no matter how gentle a person is, there will be a bottom line that no one else can touch. Everything contained in this attic in front of him...is the Ni Lin of His Highness the Crown Prince.

The little soft plum blossom mat walked on the wooden board without making a sound.Rong Yunjing didn't go too far, he stood in the depths of the corridor, and for some reason stopped there motionless.

Xi Qingyin was so focused on the painting that she quietly followed her around. She didn't feel relieved until she climbed to the top of the beam, and only then did she have the leisure to observe the interior of the attic through the dim light.

Seeing the scene clearly, the puffy meow turned into a frightened meow.

The entire attic was covered with paintings, there were hundreds of them on the walls alone, and nearly a hundred on the ground.Although it is not clear what the contents of the paintings are, it can be clearly felt that these paintings have a single style, and the signature seal should be the same person.

Xi Qingyin narrowed her eyes and carefully identified the painting closest to him.

……Um?Why do you feel that the spiritual power fluctuations in these paintings are a bit familiar?

knock!Isn't this his painting? !

The white cat's strength cosplays a dumb cat like a wooden cat, and it is stuck on the beam of the house, almost patting its paws to the extent of the golden peacock's infatuation - why didn't he realize that this person is his little fan before? ?

Oil paintings of sunsets, ah bah, sunrises, and slightly flawed sketches were all placed on the ground and mixed into the hundreds of paintings on the ground.If the guess is correct, the painting hanging on the wall should have been authenticated and confirmed to be his authentic painting.On the ground, it should have not been identified in time, and there should be many fakes in the middle.

But... why is Rong Yunjing standing there stupidly?

Xi Qingyin curiously took two steps on the beam of the house, barely audible as she walked, and looked at it from a different angle.

Rong Yunjing stood upright, his fingertips curled up slightly, his brows were not at all gentle, and his eyes were full of depression that was about to come.

Following his sullen gaze, Xi Qingyin slipped her little paw, and the whole cat almost fell off the beam.

Who the hell... actually tore off his painting!

The author has something to say: Seriously think about why Que Que only evaluates oil paintings but not sketches.It may be because if you praise oil painting, you can also talk about the color level and artistic conception. If you praise sketch, it is likely to be like this:

Queque: Ah!Really like the painting!