Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

After dinner, as soon as Caiwei returned to her room, she closed the door, took out pen and paper, sat at the table and started drawing seriously.

The old-fashioned 38-cap pistol, including the wooden barrel, has a total of nineteen parts. These nineteen parts are of different sizes and thicknesses. Each part requires her to draw a realistic drawing and label it. Size, thickness, that’s all.

After drawing these nineteen parts, I drew three full chapters. When I was finished, the three-shift wooden clapper had been knocked outside. Caiwei stretched, moved her sore arms and neck, and gave another clasp. Breathing out, feeling exhausted all over, he stood up and walked to the couch.

As soon as he got up, he suddenly saw Nangong Yi, the direct prince of the Jin Dynasty, lying on his couch.

At that time, he was supporting his forehead with one hand, lying lazily on her couch, looking at himself with a smile, but he didn't know how long he had been looking at her.

In fact, he had been here a long time ago, but when he came in, he saw the girl sitting under the lamp and drawing seriously. Her concentration was as if she was doing the most important thing in the world. He couldn't bear to be disturbed, so he lay down. Look at the beauty in bed.

Looking at her perfect profile and her serious look, he didn't realize that two or three hours had passed. Before he had seen enough, the beauty had already looked back, no longer allowing him to be so meticulous. Watch it in detail! .

When Caiwei saw him for the first time, she instinctively wanted to open her mouth and curse, but suddenly she remembered the man's noble status.

Although she is not the kind of snobbery who worships superiors and suppresses inferiors, she lives in ancient times and has to abide by the strict feudal hierarchy of ancient times. The monster is the prince. Logically speaking, she is the one who should bow to him and cannot do it to him. Kneeling down is considered a crime and should be punished severely. If the crime of insulting the prince and being disrespectful to the royal family is also found out, I am afraid that the heads of several people in the family will not be taken away.

Thinking about this, she endured it, but still asked angrily: "Why are you here again?"

Nangong Yi slowly sat up and stood up. His happy mood was not affected by the girl's evil attitude, and he said lazily: "Come to Fang Qing's appointment last night."

Caiwei shuddered and hugged her shoulders, her eyes a little more wary.

Last night he said he would come to apply medicine for her tonight. She had been busy all day today and she had forgotten all about it. When he reminded her, she suddenly remembered it.

"Hey, I'm warning you not to be rude to me."

The man chuckled and walked slowly towards Caiwei. "I didn't say what I wanted to do to you. Is Wei'er trying to remind me?"

As he said that, he stopped in front of her, lowered his head and looked at her with a smile.

Under the candlelight, a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl was staring warily with her big eyes as clear as a stream. Her delicate and unparalleled little face was full of wariness. Her silky long hair was loosely coiled behind her head. A green bamboo hairpin was held on her arm, and one of the strands hung down playfully, scattered on the back of her fair and graceful neck, all the way down to her waist...

At this time, she was wearing a brand-new pink satin embroidered red chrysanthemum cross-collared gown, and a pearl-colored floor-length skirt with flowers. It was exactly the one he had prepared for her. The pink color matched her figure very well. Her fair and translucent skin made her look even more supple and pleasant, and she could almost squeeze out water.

She stared at him, and he stared at her...

After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and stroked the girl's cheek.

Caiwei was shuddered and quickly dodged away from the man's sudden caress. She turned around angrily and was about to scold him for saying that he shouldn't sneak into a woman's boudoir casually and shouldn't be frivolous about women. Who knows, that strange... His wrist stretched towards the table without any pause.