Is there such a big difference between the portrait and reality?
His expression changed, and his whole temperament was completely different!
What is in front of me is the Lord of Hell!
The Mad King took his portrait from his servant, looked at his daughter, and asked, "Did you draw it?"
"Um."
Is there anyone else? Besides me, who else has the honor to see your face behind the heavy mask?
"What a great painting!"
The Mad King slowly put away the painting and said silently to the wind outside the door: "See you off."
Before Feng Jian came to invite her, Mrs. Xi quickly kowtowed and ran away crawling on the ground.
The Mad King walked up to Liang Yue and stared at Liang Yue with a calm face without saying a word.
Liang Yue was still standing on the desk. She was still not as tall as the Crazy King, so she still had to look up at the Crazy Dad.
Liang Yue secretly gestured to Tao He'er, telling them to run away quickly.
Tao He'er understood and ran out quickly while the Mad King was still staring at Liang Yue.
The mad king saw this little move, and he just looked at his daughter with a more gloomy look.
After everyone was cleared away, the Mad King asked: "What do you want to do?"
"We will go on a blind date and talk to matchmakers to marry you the princess."
Liang Yue made a "three" gesture with her right hand and gave the mad king a calculation: "Get married before the age of thirty, have a son before the age of thirty-five, and before retirement at the age of fifty-five, the child will be twenty years old and can inherit the great cause. ”
While listening, the Mad King nodded seemingly in approval and curled his lips.
"It's great at arithmetic!"
"Is it okay? The math teacher has taken over the physical education class." Liang Yue said playfully, but in fact, her hand was slowly reaching for the purse at her waist, trying to take out a charm. She had to get out of the way, because her crazy father seemed to want to Beat people up.
"Where to run?"
Of course, the Mad King saw Liang Yue's little move, and with a big arm, he lifted his daughter up.
Liang Yue grabbed Crazy Dad's lapel and saw that he was still holding the painting in his left hand, and had a bad premonition.
"You!"
The Mad King tapped Liang Yue's forehead very lightly with the scroll, "Didn't you block me horizontally and vertically before to prevent me from accepting the princess? That Qinglian asked you to make people neither human nor ghosts. You Whose girl dared to marry and was angry with you? Do you remember what you said? I am single, and I will not delay your marriage! What? Are you regretting it now? "
"Yes, I regretted it!"
Liang Yue brushed the front of the Crazy King's clothes, "If you marry the princess and have a son, I won't need Jackie Chan. It's best to have more children and keep a few reserve team members to ensure that a hundred years later, this country will still have the surname Gu." "
The mad king stared down at his daughter, took a deep breath, and suppressed the fire.
If someone else had said this, they would already be in a different place at this moment.
"Are you sure?" The Mad King looked like he suddenly realized something. "So it turns out that you are annoyed by your father and don't want to stay in the palace anymore, right?"
"Feng Ming."
The mad king said to the people behind him, "Go and call that old woman back. Tomorrow, I will put up the royal list and choose my concubine!"
This sounded angry, but Feng Mian still had to accompany the prince to act.
"Yes, my subordinates will go and call those matchmakers back."
Liang Yue was a little uneasy: "I didn't say I wouldn't live in the palace! What I meant was..."
"Just what?"
The mad king put Liang Yue down and his face turned cold.
"Do you think I'm forcing you?"
As soon as they heard what the Mad King said, Banqu and Taohe'er knew that the situation was not good and hurriedly ran away before the fight started.
Liang Yue puffed out her cheeks, didn’t she? Liang Yue lowered her head, thinking about how to express her thoughts without making her crazy father angry.
"I……"
"You are right, I am forcing you to do something you don't want to do. You have to do it even if you don't do it, and you have to do it even if you don't!"
ah?
Liang Yue looked up and saw Crazy Dad squatting in front of her. He pinched Liang Yue's face, pinching both sides, forcing Liang Yue to bring her face closer.
"Tomorrow, you will continue to accompany dad to the morning court. Take your dizzy little head with you and listen to every word that dad says soberly."
Isn’t this forcing someone to do something difficult? She couldn't get up at that hour, okay?
The mad king shook Liang Yue’s little face.
"Can you hear me clearly?"
"I heard you clearly." Liang Yue responded, "But I can't do it."
"Half song!"
The Mad King called to Banqu who was hiding in the dark, "Leave Tinglan Garden to me! Stew that stupid dog!"
"No, no, no, no!" Liang Yue waved to Banqu quickly, "Banqu, don't listen to my father!"
Liang Yue grabbed Crazy Dad's hand again: "I'm only 6 years old! Can I wait for two years?"
The Mad King shook his head and said with a threat: "It's my birthday, I'm 7 years old. Not too young."
"Alas!" Liang Yue sighed deeply.
Now not only do I have to work for my master, I also have to work for my own father! The key is that I work double jobs but don’t get any pay. Do you think it’s irritating or not?
Gu Liangyue, a little migrant worker, finally bowed down like her father because she had to take care of the family.
The mad king breathed out and said: "Hold your hands and go to hell together? Who taught you this? You are not allowed to say it again."
Liang Yue blinked and slowly put down her crazy father's hand, feeling that her face was numb.
"I thought you would be quite touched."
Liang Yue thinks this sentence is not too much, it just depends on how deep the feelings are.
"Who doesn't want to walk on the Tongtian Avenue? Some words sound too false, so it's better not to talk nonsense."
This was the first time Liang Yue saw melancholy in the eyes of the crazy father. If it were combined with an oil-paper umbrella and the scene was changed to a rainy alley, it would definitely be artistic.
"Sorry, I just wanted to throw the pot away, but it flew away."
Liang Yue touched Mad Dad's cheek, which was as cold as a piece of white jade.
"Dad, just pretend that you didn't see or hear anything."
The Mad King looked at his daughter's apologetic expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I really made the right bet, it was really difficult to deal with this kid.
Using both soft and hard tactics, he had to block all escape routes for her, so that he could have a chance to get her to follow him obediently.
Liang Yue scratched the tip of her nose and said, "But this goal of expecting a daughter to succeed is still too ambitious. Dad, just think about it. I can only inherit my father's legacy from my daughter."
Huh? Didn’t you just compromise? Why did you change your mind again?
"I'm hungry."
After Liang Yue finished speaking, her stomach really growled.
The Mad King held his breath, shook the scroll in his hand, and said, "Good boy, you are such a good painter, why don't you draw a few more pictures?"
Huh?
Liang Yue felt like she had fallen into a trap again.
As a result, Liang Yue was asked to draw a personal edit of Crazy Dad’s 360-degree, round-the-clock picture version.
"My daughter draws slowly, using paper and a lot of paper."
The Mad King held the memorial in one hand and the cinnabar pen in the other, gently telling Liang Yue to draw it carefully.
"Uh-huh-huh-huh."
Liang Yue pretended to cry a few times. She really regretted showing off her skills and shouldn't have let her crazy father know her true painting skills.
I hope Crazy Dad can forget this matter soon, otherwise painting will be Liang Yue’s job in the future.
Although not willingly, fortunately, this is one of Liang Yue's few hobbies, and the painting is still a crazy father. Liang Yue is really reluctant to be lazy, and even more reluctant to doodle randomly.
Because Crazy Dad is a mortal, and his appearance has only been at its peak for a few years! When he gained weight in middle age and turned into a greasy uncle, Liang Yue had no idea of writing anymore.
