C8 I will Allow You to be My Concubine

Xiao Jinglan's appearance was very different from the talented Xiao Mochen. Although his facial features were not as delicate as Xiao Mochen's, his sharp eyebrows were still raised and his facial features were distinct. Compared to Xiao Mochen, Xiao Jinglan had a sharper and more oppressive aura.

En, she was indeed a handsome man that was hard to look at. However, when she met his eyes, they were filled with contempt and ridicule towards her. She, Yin Qiushui, disdained to look twice at a man that thought himself aloof.

Qiushui quickly rolled her eyes before Xiao Jinglan looked away. Xiao Jinglan was stunned by Xiao Jinglan's glare and was frowning to probe. Qiushui was already enjoying the show as if nothing had happened, which made him very annoyed.

The doubts in his heart were no less than Xiao Jinglan's expression of disbelief. This lass clearly liked Xiao Jinglan crazily before, not only did she change her temperament, but now she even despised Xiao Jinglan. The whites of her eyes just now were about to jump out of the sky, no wonder her big brother had such an expression.

The more interest he had in his heart, the more interest he felt in Qiushui. Interesting! Interesting!

Yin Qiushuang was the last person to perform on stage. Her melody won cheers from the audience. Qiushui thought that this should be the end of it.

"Your Majesty, this humble subject has heard that there are great things that have happened to the General's Estate in the past few days. First Miss, the Goddess, has helped the Great Miss gain wisdom.

Qiushui's eyes widened as she took a close look at the stranger in front of her. Who was this? What did her matter have to do with him?

"Oh? Qing Hong's suggestion is very good. " The Emperor was an old fox, and the son of the Emperor, Ying Qinghong, was on good terms with Mochen and must have been ordered by him.

He looked at Qiushui with a smile. Qiushui had already stood up and knelt at the center of the stage. "Your Imperial Majesty, your subject's natural talent is dull …"

"I've long heard that General Yin's goddaughter is a good person. Because she's a martial general, she had her daughters study literature and painting since she was born. Qiushui must be a good person too. There's no need to be modest."

Before Qiushui could finish speaking, Esteemed Empress, who was standing beside the Emperor, spoke up with a smile.

Qiushui choked a bit, this was precisely giving her a high hat, making it hard for her to get off her horse.

His meaning was also very clear, that he was here to watch the commotion, or perhaps he was also borrowing her to test his son's intentions. After all, his third brother had never been close to a woman, so he had always been known to cut off his sleeves.

"Then, this subject will be disgraced."

Qiushui had always been decisive. It was just that she didn't understand what the Emperor was thinking. She clearly knew that she was an idiot in the past, yet she still made a fool of herself.

"Hahaha, courage deserves praise. Regardless of whether or not your performance is brilliant, we will still allow you to bestow it upon us."

"Thank you, your majesty."

Qiushui was pleasantly surprised to receive the emperor's promise. However, the aristocratic ladies who had just performed were already discontented, but they could not show their jealousy late at night. Especially Yin Qiushuang, whose hand under the table had even crushed the handkerchief.

"Your majesty, your subject's daughter needs brush, ink, and paper."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. The emperor clapped his hands and someone gave Qiushui what she wanted.

There were already sounds of laughter and disdain from below the stage. Qiushui's face was expressionless as she leisurely walked to the side of the table. She nodded towards the Emperor as she took up her brush and closed her eyes to recharge her strength.

In fact, in her previous life she had learned a great deal about the art of music and calligraphy as a secret service agent, but she still believed that actual combat was more important than these methods, and that none of them were good. But then, there was a museum curator who was suspected of embezzling national treasures, and in order to get close to him, she learned to work on both hands at the same time.

Qiushui opened her eyes and quickly spread the white paper out. Her hands started to work, and as they flew and danced, they were slowly unable to hear the bewilderment of the crowd below the stage. In order to paint, one had to be able to focus and focus, unlike those noble young ladies who practiced the soft hand style, her daily training had made her calligraphy and painting more outstanding, her calligraphy was outstanding, her calligraphy was flowing, and her skirt fluttered, making her serious and beautiful face move. It was only then did the crowd realize that this woman on stage was no longer a fool to be mocked.

When the brush stopped writing, the entire audience was already in silence. Countless pairs of eyes were focused on Qiushui, while many others were waiting disdainfully for Qiushui to draw something so that it would make people laugh.

Qiushui paused for a moment to look at the few expectant gazes on the throne, then she slowly walked to the side where there was a beautiful flower with a fragrant aroma. She just discovered that the fragrance of the flower was outstanding, especially to attract bees and butterflies.

"Your majesty, could this courtesan pick a single petal?"

"Impudent!" "This is my honor, Esteemed Empress's love. How can you let it go to waste like this?"

Qiushui only felt that the fragrance of the flower was unusual, but she did not think much about it, but it was just icing on the cake, so she wanted to apologize to him, but when she looked out of the corner of her eye, the man's tall figure was already standing in front of her. His face was as white as porcelain, like a crescent moon in the sky.

"I'll just send you off."

The target of public criticism!

The word popped up in Qiushui's mind. She looked at Third Prince casually as he had already picked the flowers and gave it to her.

Qiushui turned around and glanced at Esteemed Empress. Although she tried her best to keep a smile on her face, the anger in her eyes was more than tormenting.

Xiao Mochen wasn't helping her, he was harming her! What hatred!

The crowd was even more surprised, this jade-like Raksha actually gave flowers to Yin Qiushui, he doesn't think that the woman you like is his big brother? "However, it seems like Third Prince is not a broken sleeve. This kind of knowledge made all the young ladies present a little excited. Among all of them, the emperor was the most surprised. His mouth slightly curled up as he revealed a profound smile. He seemed to have thought of a new idea.

"Thank you, Third Prince."

Qiushui gritted her teeth as she received the flower. Since the flower had already been picked, even if she did not accept it, she would only be called her fault by others. It would be better to just use the value of this flower.

She did not hesitate any longer. Holding the flower in her hand, she walked back onto the platform and began to squeeze the juice from the flower blossoms, lightly smudging them on top of the National Flowers on the paper.

Qiushui then took out a pill from her scented bag and grinded it into powder, which she gently scattered on the flower petals on the painting. It was the most commonly used perfume in scented bags.

"Your Majesty, this subject's finished."

The Emperor nodded, and several eunuchs stepped forward, holding up a painting for everyone to see.

He saw a picture of the bright moon in the sky, and on the left side was a poem written by Wang Yuan, "Yue Ye Butterfly Love Flower". On the right side was that delicate orchid, surrounded by groups, looking extremely lifelike, appearing even more charming and alluring under the moonlight.

Everyone was already praising her. Who would have thought that this fool would draw such a painting in unison with his left and right hands? It wasn't because his craftsmanship was that ingenious, but rather because of her cleverness and little thoughts.

"Look, butterflies."

A few butterflies flew over and fluttered their wings as they landed on top of the painting.

"Hahaha, what a clever girl. Tell me what reward you want."

"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. This subject doesn't have any real talent, so I can only ask for a coincidence like this."

Esteemed Empress's expression turned slightly better. It was obvious that she was rather impressed by Qiushui's thoughts. "Since these are the words of the emperor, don't reject them. Tell me what you want."

"This subject's daughter has received the blessing of Bodhisattva. She truly has no other requests."

"Then, how about I give you a reward?"

"This subject thanks Your Majesty for the blessings of his daughter."

The Emperor glanced at Xiao Mochen at the side and frowned, as if he had sensed something. The Emperor then spoke out faintly, "Yin Family daughter Yin Qiushui is warm and kind, has outstanding character, nimble thinking, and a pure heart. She has gained my favor and is Third Prince Wu Tie's concubine for Chief Consort."

With that said, not to mention Qiushui and the crowd, even Xiao Mochen was shocked as he held his cup.

The eunuch, Eunuch Li, who was standing next to the emperor, was quick-witted. He immediately shouted, "Miss Yin, why don't you thank Master for his grace?"

"Your majesty!"

Qiushui knew that her inaction at this moment would not change the situation. She knelt down helplessly and said, "Your majesty, what virtue or ability do I have? Third Prince is a wise man, I know I am unworthy."