"Then do you dare to swear! Swear that you painted it one stroke at a time!"
Swearing is really funny. Does she have a god she believes in? Who can punish her? If you really want to talk about one, does her grandfather count? Grandpa couldn't bear to punish her.
"What's mine is mine. No one can take it away. If it's not mine, it's not mine. There's nothing to force."
"On the other hand, if you say this was not painted by me, then invite the real painter to come out and slap me in the face. If the doubters provide evidence, do you still need me to prove my innocence?"
"Sharp-tongued girl! This couldn't have come from you anyway, so why don't you just satisfy your pitiful vanity?"
An Yiran, who originally looked very solemn, suddenly raised the corners of her mouth. Her fingertips entangled a strand of her hair and kept twisting it.
"To satisfy my vanity? For what? To please you so I can increase my presence? Are you worthy of it?"
She sneered and said, they are just a bunch of idiots who are jealous of her.
"If you don't have the strength, just tie your mouth tightly. The emperor should know this best, right?" In just a moment, she moved to the side of the second prince. Her figure was like a ghost, and no one could catch her afterimage.
He was born a gray-tailed fish, and if it weren't for his Poseidon bloodline, he would have been bullied to death long ago. People from ordinary families may not have such low talent.
how? After hiding it for so long, your true identity is finally revealed?
The second prince Yongfan also realized that his behavior just now might affect his image in the eyes of his father.
If An Yiran went to file a complaint against him, I'm sure An Haiping would really kick him out just to please her.
"Royal sister, I'm sorry!" He clasped his fists and prepared to express his regrets endlessly, but was interrupted by An Yiran.
"Brother, what do you have to be sorry for? You didn't say anything wrong." She helped An Yongfan up, and the twinkling light in her wide eyes made Yongfan feel a little scared.
"Brother, I just need to swear that if this is a painting I made myself, then you will never get ahead, how about that? Just say that?"
"No, it's my fault!" Yongfan didn't dare to look directly into her eyes anymore and had to lower his head again.
"Alas." She sighed deeply, "Since the emperor's brother is so resolute, the emperor's sister can't refute his thoughts." She looked at the children on the side again, weren't they all making a lot of noise just now?
"Presumably all the royal brothers have already repented?"
Someone bold came out and responded, "Yes, Sister Huang!"
"That's good." An Yiran looked at the little carrot head who answered.
Yes, you should act bravely, neither humble nor arrogant. This is how you look like the prince of my sea clan. She looked at the little carrot head with a smile. He had eyes different from her own, full of curiosity and determination.
She expected that nothing in this world could embarrass the little one.
"You're very good." After saying this, An Yiran left.
"Princess, are you talking about me?" Little Carrot Head pointed at himself. He stayed in the academy with his brothers and sisters. The new tutor often liked to say that he was too out of touch.
But the princess sister said that she is good, so she must be very good, right? After all, she is the most powerful person among the younger generation of the entire Hai Clan.
After she left, Yongfan finally straightened up and let out a breath. Yongfan, who was always expressive in front of them, not many people wanted to talk to him at this moment, because they all saw how cowardly he looked in front of An Yiran.
"Don't lie there and pretend to be dead!" Zhang De started with two whips, which ripped open the man's wheat-colored skin.
"Hurry up!" Seeing that the man didn't move, Zhang De whipped him up twice more. In the end, the man looked like a rooster about to be plucked and beheaded. He twitched twice and then lost his breath.
"What a waste! Pull it down, pull it down!"
Two soldiers carried his limp body and threw him into a large pit with dozens of dead people inside.
All of them had their skin bruised or had purple bruises on their necks.
The man's body temperature gradually disappeared into the cold pit.
"Look again! Be careful, I'll slap your face!" Zhang De spat in the face of the person behind him.
What the Imperial Master said was indeed correct. The progress now is much faster than at the beginning of the month. He looked at the tree-high building that had been built, which was also the work of his overseers.
"Master Imperial Master, the construction will be completed in a few months!"
"good."
Jun Zhi designed the logo on the top of the Star Reaching Tower, with a huge lotus on it.
"This should be the one to attract the Guanyin Bodhisattva, right? Aren't there many gods in the sky sitting on a big lotus?" Li Mao remembered the Guanyin statue enshrined at home, so can this really attract the gods?
"Not bad." Jun Zhi still loves to wear a pure white robe no matter where he goes. However, white is easy to get dirty, so he wears a blue robe outside. His hair is simply held up with a hairpin, and the lower part is He hung his head quietly.
"Then what else do you want to see, Master Imperial Master? The altar next to the Star Building has been set up. Do you want to..."
He stretched out his hand to interrupt them, "I trust you. You don't have to report everything to me. You are solely responsible for this matter."
Seeing Li Mao and Zhang De's flushed faces, Jun Zhi strode away. A smile escaped the two of them where they couldn't see it.
Sure enough, people will be confused by power. Let's sink a little more, the country's destiny will be exhausted, it's better to smile more now.
He walked to the beach and faced the sea. The wind blew his hair back, and he just stood on the beach.
The sea breeze blew the wet and sticky breath, which stuck the broken hair tightly to his forehead. Looking at the swaying sea, he couldn't help but feel calmer and happier.
He gently teased the sea water, "One day, you will come back to me."
An Yiran touched her earlobe and asked, "Why do your ears always feel hot today?" She dipped some cold water and wiped the back of her ears.
"What's wrong with you?" He Min, who was sitting opposite her, saw that she looked distracted today.
"I don't know, I just feel so hot."
"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be right?"
"Maybe someone misses me? Isn't that how humans like to write?" An Yiran teased He Ling, and she felt a little happier when she saw his gloomy expression.
"Are you thinking about me?" She approached He Ling with a smile, and her whole body clung to him softly.
Smelling the sweet fragrance in front of him, He Ling couldn't help but feel a little softer.
"I don't think about you all the time."
An Yiran took the initiative to move forward and kiss his lips. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, An Yiran pulled away.
"Sir, are we not going to study history today?"
"Learn." He Ran gritted his teeth and said the word. He couldn't let the little girl become lazy, and he couldn't miss anything that should be learned.
