scroll bit by bit."Beauty, that lady is said to be a concubine whom His Majesty has bestowed a title upon and resides in Qinquan Pavilion," one of the palace attendants noticed Qi Lin’s attire despit...Chapter 18: Accepting the Inevitable (Part 1)
"Howl~"
The wolf pack seemed to sense some disturbance and began to feel restless, each one仰天長嘯。not所有的小說網站都是第一言情首發，搜尋151 看書網你就知道了。反而吸引了獵人的注意。然而麵對這麼多的狼群，獵人卻不敢向前一步。
地上佈滿了鮮血，有人類的血也有狼的血，雖然屍體全是狼的，但獵人的傷勢也冇有好到哪裡去，大多是負傷作戰。加上此刻不知為何，狼群突然變得躁動不安。
"Everyone, calm down. Don't mess up our formation." The leader of the group whispered a reminder but did not dare to act recklessly. With their current disadvantageous situation, they could not afford any rash actions. "Let's temporarily withdraw and see how the others are doing."
In response to such orders, everyone had no choice but to accept them and began retreating first before discussing further with the rest of the group.
Strangely enough, it seemed that the wolf pack knew these people were withdrawing as they only remained vigilant without attacking.
In addition to this group, everyone else has reluctantly retreated.
The forest now only contains Qin Xiao, Qingqing, Zi Yin, Qi Lin, and another man. Of course, countless wolf packs are still there as well.
"The hunters have all withdrawn from White Tiger Mountain," Feng Changqiang elegantly raised his brush, dipped it in a bit of cinnabar, returned to the scroll, and lightly dotted the lips of the figure he had already sketched. Thus, this enticing portrait of a beauty was completed.
Looking at the figure in the painting, aside from the freshly applied crimson dot on her lips and the thousand strands of dark hair, everything else is rendered in white ink wash. A few wolves are also depicted by her side, appearing content and carefree.
This scene is a composite of his dreams over these past few days. Since Qin Xiao returned from White Tiger Mountain that night, he has been dreaming nearly every night. The first night, he dreamt of entering the depths of White Tiger Mountain; the second night, he heard wolf howls in his dreams; and on the third night, it was a woman's voice, leading to this scene. Today, driven by inspiration, he didn't expect to paint such an image.
This woman is, of course, imagined.
It's just that those black eyes seem capable of seeing through everything, holding many things yet remaining clear and bright.
Wouldn't it be interesting if such a woman existed Feng Changqing tilted up the corners of his mouth, extending his slender hand to slowly stroke the figure in the painting. The golden candlelight flickered in his eyes, and he wore a faint smile.
Lan Fei stood behind Feng Changqing with a tea tray but dared not approach to disturb him. Her gaze shifted to the figure in the painting, who was neither exceptionally beautiful nor stunningly attractive, yet she looked lively and lovely. Could this woman be the Emperor's new favorite
Thinking about how the harem would soon include such a person, especially one painted by the Emperor himself, surely she would receive much imperial favor. At these thoughts, a barely noticeable jealousy flashed in Lan Fei’s eyes, only to be immediately concealed under a thick layer of smiling warmth.
Feng Changqing tossed his brush aside but found his throat somewhat dry. He raised his hand and剛好接住蘭妃送來的茶，視線卻冇有從畫上移開過。此處翻譯不變，保留原文：“grabbed the tea Lan Fei offered him, yet his eyes never left the painting.”
Lan Fei took back Feng Changqing's teacup, quietly observing his silhouette. Her delicate white hand firmly gripped the cup despite her composed expression.
Picking up the scroll, Feng Changqing slightly raised one corner of his mouth, quite satisfied with this rendition. Turning to Lan Fei’s gentle and smiling face, he asked, "What does Lady Lan think of the figure in the painting"
Lan Fei handed the teacup to a palace attendant, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "Of course it's excellent; His Majesty’s hand at painting is naturally superb."
"Then the love concubine should tell me what's good about it" Feng Changqing still wore a smile as he put the painting back in its place and thought deeply.
Lan Concubine walked forward, stretching out her fair and smooth hand to gently touch the person in the painting. Although Feng Changqing liked painting and his paintings were unparalleled in Phoenix City, he had never painted a portrait before, let alone one of an ordinary woman. Lan Concubine simply couldn't guess what was on Feng Changqing's mind, but she didn’t hide it either; she said, "This humble concubine is foolish and can only see that the person in the painting is pure and charming, yet looks so natural among wolves. Like... like."
Feng Changqing turned to look at Lan Concubine, just catching a barely noticeable hint of jealousy in her eyes. He asked, "Like what"
"Your Majesty, this humble concubine is ignorant and doesn't know how to express it. But such a lively person, who is she Is she one of Your Majesty's concubines or perhaps the younger sister about to join the harem" At this point, Lan Concubine lifted her gaze slightly; her black eyes shone brilliantly in the flickering candlelight.
Feng Changqing tilted up Lan Concubine’s chin and leaned close to her lips for a light kiss before asking, "Is Lan Concubine jealous"
"This humble concubine dares not, as long as Your Majesty is happy. This humble concubine can do anything." Lan Concubine blushed and lowered her eyelids; suddenly she felt tight around the waist and found herself pressed tightly against Feng Changqing.
Seeing Lan Concubine so coyly alluring, Feng Changqing picked her up by the waist and headed for their bedroom. What followed was a passionate encounter.f tea by then, and the air was filled with its fragrance."What did you do" Qi Lin rubbed her shoulders as she sat back down, sniffed the teapot, and added, "What kind of tea is this The taste is a bit...