Chapter 85

When he looked back, the brocade wrapped in the picture was wet.

Lu Sheng didn't care to scold the boy, but hurriedly grabbed the picture scroll and took it out. He was relieved to see that the picture was only trendy and harmless.

"What kind of painting is it that makes your highness so precious? Not only take it with you, but also take care of it so carefully," said the person who saw the scene with a smile, "is it your sweetheart?"

Lu Rong on the other side heard this and looked at him immediately.

Today is the Mid Autumn Festival. His mother Gu Guifei begged the emperor for a long time before he was able to let him participate in the Palace Banquet. Since he called, he was silent. Except for a few confidants, he didn't communicate too much with others.

The women who once flocked to him are gone. Even his cousin who has coaxed him is a little alienated from him. What else can he say.

Seeing that the woman beside Lu Sheng blushed inexplicably, Lu Rong was immediately happy.

Did Lu Sheng really fall in love with this woman named Zhuo Bing? And painted her?

Otherwise, why did the woman look so shy that she wanted to talk and stop.

"It's hard for the third brother to hide it from us. The second brother really wants to see who can make the third brother miss so much that he still doesn't marry." Lu Rong strode forward with a smile in his words, but the light of calculation flashed in his eyes.

If he is really with Zhuo Bing, a vase without father and mother, Lu Rong can't wait.

Lu Rong deliberately made a loud voice, which attracted the noble women and wives of the surrounding aristocratic family to look here.

Even the queen who was seated came this way.

"Second brother, speak carefully," Lu Sheng said quickly when he saw that people had seen it and knew that it was closely related to women's famous festivals. "Little brother, there is no favorite woman."

"Just look." Lu Rong suddenly stepped forward. Before Lu Sheng gripped the picture in his hand, he grabbed the picture scroll and opened it with a hula.

Lu Sheng sneered in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Shi ran said, "my second brother doesn't believe it. My little brother doesn't have a favorite person. He just drew a picture of the back of a beauty and thought he would make a mid autumn festival gift to his mother."

Lu Rong looked at the woman's back in the picture, with an uncertain expression.

At this time, the queen had come near. She took a look at the picture in Lu Rong's hand and ordered the female officer to take it over.

"What a picture of beauty under the moon," the queen commented with a smile, "but it's a pity that there is no face."

Lu Sheng had already calmed down and solemnly agreed, "what my mother said is that when my son-in-law has a sweetheart, I will draw another front view of beauty for you to appreciate."

But before the queen could find a way to end the topic, Zhuo Bing suddenly "plopped" down on his knees.

The noble women of the aristocratic family around were surprised by her actions. They looked at Zhuo Bing kneeling on the ground and whispered.

Zhuo Bing only felt his knees soft and raised his head in a daze. He heard a word in his ear, "if you don't say it again, you'll never have a chance to marry King Xuan."

Lu Rong specifically said King Xuan, not Lu Sheng.

Zhuo Bing trembled and kowtowed to the queen.

She wants to be a princess. She can't miss this opportunity!

"Empress Shengming, I dare not deceive you... This painting is actually a double-sided painting. If you face the painting to the moonlight, you can see the mystery on the back," she thought. This time, she should not lose face, but also firmly grasp the seat of the side imperial concubine, so she pretended to be shy, "the person in the painting... Is the minister's daughter."