Xie Yunting never thought that this little emperor actually worshipped him.
In those days, he even earned six yuan, and he had a bright future ahead. Most of them were flattery, and there were also admirers.
But there is no one who can speak like a little emperor, give him the best official, and let him guard the country.
He was thoughtful, and there was no surprise on his face.
As a result, before walking over, she saw Bai Weiwei staggering back a few steps and suddenly fell backwards.
Gao Jixiang stretched out his hand to pull, but before he could pull it, the man had already fallen into Xie Yunting's arms.
Bai Weiwei is drunk.
The body is weak, and the alcohol is rising, and the whole person is dizzy.
She leaned against Xie Yunting's arms like a cat, her face was blushing, and she was quiet.
Xie Yunting wanted to push her away.
But thinking of what she said just now, her cold heart softened a lot.
The left and right are just a short-lived child, he is the opposite, and it is human nature for her to hate and hate.
When the situation of the dynasty is stable enough, and all the forces outside the court are eradicated, he will almost be able to change the dynasty and take the throne.
And she has no use value and is always going to die.
So making her feel more comfortable during this time is also an act of kindness from him.
Xie Yunting picked her up, and under Gao Jixiang's defensive eyes, he couldn't help but say coldly, "The body is like this, you still let her drink."
The old eunuch Chrysanthemum frowned.
Xie Yunting has always wanted his master to die early, okay
What is the cat crying and the mouse fake mercy doing now
This is not going to start with his little master.
Xie Yunting didn't think so much for a while, he put the person on the bed.
Just as she was about to leave, Bai Weiwei suddenly opened her eyes.
She stared at him blankly, her moist eyes reflecting his figure.
Suddenly she smiled lightly, her blushing face was like a bright peach blossom.
"Xie Qing, you are here, accompany me to see how I paint."
After she finished speaking, she got up in a daze, grabbed Xie Yunting, ran to the other side of the palace, and pulled out another box.
There are paintings inside.
"You see it's all drawn by me. When I saw that you drew so well, I couldn't help but follow along."
She took out the scroll and opened it to take a look. The breeze was blowing the willows, the boat was standing up, and it was a good scene.
These paintings were made by the queen in order for the original owner to learn.
While studying, the original owner gritted his teeth to tear up those authentic paintings by Xie Yunting. What a great hatred.
How could Xie Yunting be unfamiliar with his own painting? This is a painting he painted, but this painting was obviously imitated by the little emperor himself.
Although lacking in spiritual energy, he is very meticulous and serious.
No matter how hard-hearted people are, seeing their admirers imitating his paintings so carefully, their hearts can't help but warm.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability score is minus ten.]
Bai Weiwei was so drunk that she forgot that Xie Yunting was a big rebel.
She dragged him to rant about her admiration, put the painting in front of him, and took a writing brush for him to sign.
"How do you draw, everyone says you draw well, I'm so happy..."
"I was so happy when you refuted those old rotten woods when you went to court, hahahaha..."
"You don't even wait for me to be the emperor, you will become the biggest official yourself. As expected of the man I like..."
Xie Yunting listened to flattery a lot, but he had never heard such a straightforward compliment.
He lowered his head and couldn't help but scrutinize her carefully. Without the bitter hatred, his eyes were full of childish joy, and he felt a little more lovable for no reason.
Bai Weiwei said, her voice lowered.
Then he tilted his head, leaning on his shoulder and fell asleep.