(MTL)The girl who wears a book is very salty

Chapter 031

Chapter 031

    His mother concubine died in the battle between the palace concubine, how could he bear to put An Shu in the same situation?

    An Shu gently hugged her back, buried her face in Feng Beijue's chest, and asked in a low voice, "Really?"

    "Really, this king allows you to be self-willed, and you can say what you think, and you don't need to be cautious about your words and deeds at all times."

    An Shu sighed again, she also wanted to be self-willed, but after correcting for a long time, she still couldn't help but look at other people's faces and act, as if it had become an instinct, engraved in her bones.

    Hearing that King Zhenbei felt that she didn't care about him, he dared to say what was in his heart.

    In fact, she kept guessing how much Feng Beijue liked her. She was afraid, afraid that King Zhenbei didn't like her enough, but she took it seriously.

    She is really cowardly, so cowardly that she hides her emotions, just like she thinks that if she doesn't act, there will be no flaws, and if she is not sincere, she will not be sad.

    This is the experience she has summed up over the years. If your expectations are not too high, you will not be too disappointed.

    Feng Beijue asked the coachman to go to Yujie, and when he got to the street, he got off the carriage and walked.

    It was the Shangyuan Festival, and the Royal Street was very lively. The plaques of "Let's have fun with the people" were hung high on the streets. Various lanterns were hung in the shops along the street. Various dramas were staged on the temporary stage. Singing, shouting, and voices one after another.

    An Shu and Feng Bei Jue walked side by side, slowly walking in it, attracting frequent glances from others.

    The two of them came out of the palace banquet, all dressed in full costumes, and their unparalleled appearance was extremely conspicuous in the crowd. When they saw him, they automatically retreated three steps away.

    A middle-aged man with a beard stepped forward and bowed his hands to An Shu, "This lady, you and your husband look like gods and goddesses. , especially good at drawing people's facial features, I just saw the two outstanding faces, I couldn't help it, so I came forward and recommended myself, it is better to make a portrait of the two, and only accept twenty taels of silver."

    Feng Bei Jue said: "One portrait . , but draw the two of me together?"

    The Master Miaobi stroked his beard and said, "It's all right. If you two want to paint separately, you'll be charged for two."

    "No, just paint one." Feng Beijue lowered his head and asked An Shu, "What do you think Madam? "

    Okay." An Shu didn't have any objections, she came for a while, and now she looks good, which is equivalent to taking pictures.

    If she had this look in modern times, she could post a hundred selfies a day in the circle of friends.

    Feng Beijue nodded, "Let's go then."

    Mr. Miaobi led the two to his stall, pointed to a Taishi chair at the back of the stall, and said, "The two of you please take your seats, because of the composition, one stop is required. As for who stands and who sits, the two of you can decide for yourself, and you can start when you decide."

    Feng Beijue took out a sweat towel and wiped the Taishi chair, "Madam, please take a seat."

    "Thank you, husband." An Shu Yiyan sat down, straightened her dress, and placed her hands on her lap naturally.