Along the River During the Qingming Festival 3
"Servant? If I'm not mistaken, you should be a woman. What kind of servant are you?" Chu Ye Cang Ming stretched out his hand to pull over a chair and sat down in front of her, his eyes fixed on the black veil.
Lan Ya glanced at Zhu Ye Ming with a gloomy expression. This man was too sharp, and if she didn't get rid of him quickly, her identity would definitely be exposed.
"Slaves and servants are all lowly people, surely the mad king won't bother with these."
She spoke in a very low tone, which clearly meant that with Wang Ye's noble status, how could he be on an equal footing with her, a servant.
He heard the words and his mouth corners rose, his legs crossed together, lazily leaning back: "If I, the king, were to be petty."
Lan Ya's face turned blue under her black veil, and she was taken aback. She felt suffocated in her heart. It seemed that he had made it clear that he would not let her off easily!
"In that case, whatever the mad king wants to do with you is up to him. We lowly people wouldn't dare utter a single word of complaint." Lan Ya said slowly, gritting her teeth.
"You mean I'm taking advantage of my power to bully others." He narrowed his eyes, making it impossible to read his emotions.
"How dare I." Lan Ya bit her lower lip, heaven knows how much she wanted to slap him at that moment.
"How dare you? I'm looking forward to seeing how daring you are!" Zhū Yě Kuáng Míng said, his body suddenly leaning forward, his handsome face almost nose-to-nose with Lán Yǎ.
The sudden movement made Lan Ya's heart skip a beat, her palms sweating profusely as she gripped tightly, the distance between them was so close that his breath could slightly blow away her veil.
Lan Ya didn't dare to raise her eyes and didn't dare to meet those eyes. She slightly tilted her head back, and the corners of her tightly pursed mouth trembled: "Your Highness, please restrain yourself."
The people below were shocked and their mouths were wide open, the time for a cup of tea had passed, and the officials who were examining naturally did not dare to say more.
A hundred miles of connected cities shook and fluttered, in the bright and warm eyes, there was a hint of unusual fluctuation. His gaze stared at the movements of the two people on stage, his line of sight fell on Lan Ya's legs, then looked again at Zhuo Ye Kuang Ming.
Mo Qingyan's leg was crippled by the current Crazy King himself. Now, with their interactions, he couldn't believe that Wild and Crazy Ming hadn't recognized him.
Qī Bǎo patted on the shoulder of Baili Liancheng, his fat body was like Garfield, and he stared at the stage with a look similar to that of his master.
The wind blew by, and the black veil on the bamboo hat floated up with a wave. Half a sound, the wild and crazy distance opened up, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, staring at the painting on the rice paper: "Why didn't you finish this painting?"
Lan Ya's face was cold, and her eyes seemed to have the ability to see through everything. She wasn't sure if he had recognized her or not, so she felt uncertain in her heart.
It was said that Zhu Ye asked about this painting, she raised her eyes and took a look, seeing his line of sight fell on "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", her heart which had been lifted slightly put down.
"The layout of this painting is too big, it's like trying to finish a cup of tea in a short time, the time is not enough, and this rice paper is also not enough." Lan Ya replied.
"Is the layout very big?" Chu Ye Kuang Ming raised his eyes, with a questioning gaze between his eyebrows.
Lan Ya detected the inquiring tone in his voice, and she couldn't help but feel like slapping herself for being too talkative. This man was indeed sharp, and he must have known that she had a complete plan all along.
She gritted her teeth and since she had already spoken out, she might as well break the pot and shatter it, so she went ahead and explained the overall structure of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
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