Asking the Master for Punishment 3
And a few drops of the ink she was grinding accidentally spilled on Mo Lianchengâs half-drawn portrait.
Mo Liancheng just raised his eyebrows, his mouth was tight already. He glanced at the drawing paper, and with a casual flip of his hand, he laid another piece of rice paper flat and continued to draw.
â...â Qu Tanâer was stunned, and the black lines between her forehead were about to emerge.
No way, thatâs all?
The next moment, the person who grinds ink was still grinding, while the person who paints continued to paint.
âAh.â
A scream again, and the effect this time was a little more violent than the first time. Another portrait that was about to be completed, because a certain woman was not careful and added a few deliberate elements, had a few more spots of ink in addition to the original appearance.
Qu Tanâer raised her eyebrows. Regarding this accident, she had used a bit of strength to grind the ink, and it speckled the drawing paper... It just so happened to be the portrait carefully drawn by the master, which was completely destroyed again.
âMy Lord, itâs all the fault of Tanâer. It is Tanâer who was careless.â
âSince the painting has been destroyed, then repaint it.â Mo Liancheng spoke such an understatement. He said it so simply and he seemed calm to do it. There was no dissatisfaction on his handsome face. It really gave one the illusion that he had no temper, or was it too much pampering of another person?
âMy Lord, donât you blame Tanâer?â Qu Tanâer bit her silver teeth and tried her best to make her expression sad.
Damn, if he is a man, then just let that internal heat out. Acting so tepid is depressing.
Besides, she used all these tricks, she should have something to show for it.
âWell, indeed you deserve some blame.â Mo Liancheng glanced at her faintly and casually took out a blank rice paper. As for the abandoned portrait, it was moved aside again.
âItâs Tanâerâs fault. Itâs all because Tanâer is too reckless and annoying the prince. Itâs better for the prince to ask Tanâer to withdraw. Tanâer is sure to find a nimble maid to come serve you. Please rest assured.â Look, her thoughts were more for him. In any case, she should withdraw and burn incense for him to worship to Buddha, thanking him for his great kindness.
Itâs just...
âThere is no need to get a maid. You can do it.â
âBut, Tanâer canât do anything well.â She felt dizzy. This man really deserved a beating. Anyone could see that she wanted to get out of there.
âIâm very satisfied.â
âBut Iâm not satisfied!â Qu Tanâer finally exploded, and she didnât care whatever prince he was. She stared directly at him. However, even when she became angry like this, Mo Liancheng was still in a good enough mood to continue painting?
âOh? Whatâs the matter?â
âCanât you see that I did it on purpose? Canât you say just two words? Get out! These two words are very easy.â
âYou want to leave, but what a pity that the person Benwang likes... Do you think Benwang will let go so easily?â
âLike me?â Qu Tanâer was stunned and stared at him suspiciously.
âIndeed. Otherwise, what do you think Benwang is doing?â Mo Liancheng smiled faintly, and his eyes finally turned away from the drawing paper and stared at her. Such an embarrassing and ambiguous relationship between him and her and he was actually so simple and direct. He spoke so lightly and mysteriously. Why did it feel so weird?