Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

It was late at night, and the banquet in the palace finally ended. The empresses of several palaces returned to the palace, leaving only the emperor and King You walked towards the direction of Longyang Palace.

"It's late at night, the emperor will not be able to have a royal mansion tonight, right?" Zhong Li Ye turned his body and looked at King You.

King You shook his head: "Tonight is a reunion night, and the streets may still be lively. I just happened to take a walk, so it's okay."

Zhongli Ye thought about it and felt that it was the same. The street might not be quiet at this moment, so he nodded in a matter of trouble.

"I'm leaving."

The emperor entered Longyang Palace, but saw the bedroom where Bei Muqing once lived. He paused and walked over there.

His father-in-law followed him.

"Let's wait here." He said, and pushed the door open and walked in.

"Yes, the emperor."

Everything inside was still like Bei Muqing living here, and the little fox was nestled listlessly on the soft couch.

Zhongli Ye walked over, picked up the white fox, and sat on the recliner she used to sit on. His hands pressed the white hair one after another: "Your master doesn't know where to go now, tonight Mid-Autumn Festival, but

Have a good look at how the moon in Dongmo Country is different from that in her hometown?" The dignified king of a country actually carries the pet of the woman in the past and misses her here.

He said something, and he seemed to raise a little strangely, and exhaled, and stood up: "Honeyee, prepare some sake to bring in."

"Yes, the emperor." His father-in-law left.

He walked to the copywriting, looked at the four treasures of the study on the copywriting, spread the white paper, stood aside and quietly looked at the blank paper, without any movement.

Soon, his father-in-law walked in with a golden wine pot and a wine glass of the same color.

"Master." He poured the wine into the wine glass and set it aside.

"Grind the ink." Zhongli Ye picked up the sake and took a sip.

"Yes." He responded, reached out and held the ink strip to start grinding the ink.

Zhongliye poured wine himself, and after drinking two glasses of wine, he picked up the brush.

His father-in-law thought he was going to write something, but he didn't want to, but the blank paper showed a contour. He almost didn't have to think too much about who he was going to draw. As the emperor, who was taking care of three meals a day, food, clothing, housing and transportation.

He basically understands who the emperor is concerned about. After all, he asks him to arrange and order more or less. How can this person not be clear about it?

The emperor's painting skills are absolutely unique. After a while, a rough outline was drawn. He drew very seriously and wrote even more.

He did not hesitate to write. After all, the person who wanted to draw was completely reflected in his mind.

It was late at night, and the candlelight was enchanting, and the two masters and servants had no plans to rest. Zhongli Ye kept sitting on the woman in his hand, simulating her spirit. He tried hard to restore a real Bei Muqing.

However, even if the painting skills climax, the woman in the painting looks lifelike, it is obvious that she still can't compare to the real person's slightest.

He missed her, especially on such days, and now, painting is to see the painting and think of others!

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, he had one more day left to see her.

I wish I could pick him up immediately in December.

Before they separated, they had never said anything about the last stop, let alone such an appointment. However, looking at Zhongli Ye, it was like a swearing!

PS: At least one update tomorrow. If the score returns to 4.8, the QAQ will be 20 update tomorrow! It was late at night, and the banquet in the palace finally ended. The empresses of several palaces returned to the palace, leaving only the emperor and the king of You.

Walking in the direction of Longyang Palace.

"It's late at night, the emperor will not be able to have a royal mansion tonight, right?" Zhong Li Ye turned his body and looked at King You.

King You shook his head: "Tonight is a reunion night, and the streets may still be lively. I just happened to take a walk, so it's okay."

Zhongli Ye thought about it and felt that it was the same. The street might not be quiet at this moment, so he nodded in a matter of trouble.

"I'm leaving."

The emperor entered Longyang Palace, but saw the bedroom where Bei Muqing once lived. He paused and walked over there.

His father-in-law followed him.

"Let's wait here." He said, and pushed the door open and walked in.

"Yes, the emperor."

Everything inside was still like Bei Muqing living here, and the little fox was nestled listlessly on the soft couch.

Zhongli Ye walked over, picked up the white fox, and sat on the recliner she used to sit on. His hands pressed the white hair one after another: "Your master doesn't know where to go now, tonight Mid-Autumn Festival, but

Have a good look at how the moon in Dongmo Country is different from that in her hometown?" The dignified king of a country actually carries the pet of the woman in the past and misses her here.

He said something, and he seemed to raise a little strangely, and exhaled, and stood up: "Honeyee, prepare some sake to bring in."

"Yes, the emperor." His father-in-law left.

He walked to the copywriting, looked at the four treasures of the study on the copywriting, spread the white paper, stood aside and quietly looked at the blank paper, without any movement.

Soon, his father-in-law walked in with a golden wine pot and a wine glass of the same color.

"Master." He poured the wine into the wine glass and set it aside.

"Grind the ink." Zhongli Ye picked up the sake and took a sip.

"Yes." He responded, reached out and held the ink strip to start grinding the ink.

Zhongliye poured wine himself, and after drinking two glasses of wine, he picked up the brush.

His father-in-law thought he was going to write something, but he didn't want to, but the blank paper showed a contour. He almost didn't have to think too much about who he was going to draw. As the emperor, who was taking care of three meals a day, food, clothing, housing and transportation.

He basically understands who the emperor is concerned about. After all, he asks him to arrange and order more or less. How can this person not be clear about it?

The emperor's painting skills are absolutely unique. After a while, a rough outline was drawn. He drew very seriously and wrote even more.

He did not hesitate to write. After all, the person who wanted to draw was completely reflected in his mind.

It was late at night, and the candlelight was enchanting, and the two masters and servants had no plans to rest. Zhongli Ye kept sitting on the woman in his hand, simulating her spirit. He tried hard to restore a real Bei Muqing.

However, even if the painting skills climax, the woman in the painting looks lifelike, it is obvious that she still can't compare to the real person's slightest.

He missed her, especially on such days, and now, painting is to see the painting and think of others!

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, he had one more day left to see her.

I wish I could pick him up immediately in December.

Before they separated, they had never said anything about the last stop, let alone such an appointment. However, looking at Zhongli Ye, it was like a swearing!

PS: At least one update tomorrow. If the rating returns to 4.8, the QAQ will be updated twenty tomorrow!