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Chapter 434 Queen



Chapter 434 Queen

Lin Jiaojiao finally understood why the princesses were so anxious to take the throne.

She held the paintbrush and stared at the empress sitting on the throne. She looked like she was in her thirties at the age of forty-six. Her mental state was pretty good and if nothing unexpected happened, she might live to seventy or eighty years old.

She didn't dare to look at it for too long. After a few glances, she lowered her head and continued painting.

In fact, she was already complaining madly in her heart. She was so lucky that not only was she inexplicably appointed as a fourth-rank diplomatic envoy, but she also had to lead a large army to the side story to find more crops.

Getting promoted is a good thing, but she just wants to be an idle official!

Moreover, this route is long. It will take more than four months to go back and forth on the sea. She felt like vomiting blood when she thought about drifting on the sea for such a long time.

"Your Majesty may move now."

The queen brushed aside her yellow robe, stood up and walked to Lin Jiaojiao's side, looking at the draft on the rice paper with great curiosity.

"My dear Lin, your painting method is very novel. So we don't have to copy every stroke?"

Lin Jiaojiao forced herself to stop her hands from shaking, telling herself that the queen was also a human being and she shouldn't be nervous.

"Your Majesty, once you have made a draft and fixed the points, you will know where the objects are. Even if the objects are moved later, you can put them back according to the fixed points to reduce errors."

The Queen nodded thoughtfully, "Lord Lin, you are an amazing painter. You have been painting since you were a child, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. In the past, my family was so poor that I could only use mud as drawing paper and branches as paintbrushes. Later, my husband made some money by making sweets, so I could use paper and brushes. In order not to disappoint my husbands, I would paint for an hour or two whenever I have time."

She almost believed it herself, it's so inspiring.

Later, the Queen tried to inquire about it intentionally or unintentionally, but Lin Jiaojiao always evaded the question. Only after the Queen left the hall did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Although there were still many eyeliners in the hall, there was no oppressive feeling of being watched by the Queen herself, so she hurriedly drew according to the photo.

She wanted to finish the painting as soon as possible and go home; she didn't want to stay in the palace any longer.

She ate a few bites of the lunch brought by the palace maid and continued painting until the empress came back from her nap. In addition to the characters, the background of the drawing had been completed.

The Queen first took a look, praised him, and then returned to sit on the Phoenix Chair.

Until the moment Lin Jiaojiao stopped writing, this portrait of the emperor was completed.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Lin. You should prepare well for the extra mission later."

"Your Majesty, I have a heartfelt request."

The Queen looked away from the portrait and motioned for her to continue.

"I will be away for about half a year. I want to go back to Qingzhou to see my husband and children first, and then go to Zhouzhou to meet up with the adults. I promise that I will not delay the trip."

The Queen stared at her quietly, and just when Lin Jiaojiao was about to give up, the Queen smiled.

"I thought it was something else. I agree."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

...

Lan Jiu stood outside the palace gate and stared, until Lin Jiaojiao's figure appeared at the gate, his tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

After Lin Jiaojiao walked away from the red palace gate and came to Lan Jiu's side, her body, which had been tense all day, suddenly became weak.

"Jiu, help me up, my legs are weak."

Lan Jiu did not support her, but whispered.

"Miss, please go back to the inn first."

Lin Jiaojiao's body, which had just softened, immediately straightened up again. There must be a lot of people looking at her around now, so she couldn't lose this aura.

"Okay, let's go back to the inn."

After returning to the inn, Lin Jiaojiao collapsed directly on the bed, thinking about how she had just talked to Lin Chun about going to stroll around the outskirts of the palace, but today she not only entered the palace but also met the Queen herself.

Fortunately, the queen looked kind and amiable, and she came out of the palace safely.

Lan Jiu returned to the room with the food, "Miss, come and eat something first."

She was indeed hungry, so she got up, sat at the table, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

After she finished eating and burped, she began to feel melancholy.

"Hey, I didn't expect to go on a side trip again so soon."

Lan Jiu paused while cleaning the dishes and looked anxiously at the man who was holding his chin with his hands and had a sad face.

"Is this what your majesty is looking for the master for?"

"Yes, I was promoted two ranks. I will go to Sinong Temple tomorrow to meet new colleagues. I can't go to the portrait drawing appointments later. Jiu, please send some apology."

Lan Jiu's heart sank, but he still asked with a glimmer of hope.

"Can I go to the Fanwai with you? I haven't seen the sea yet."

When Lin Jiaojiao heard Lan Jiu's question, she sighed again, took his hand and squeezed it to comfort him.

"No, there are only women on the boat. I'll take you to see the sea next time, okay?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you, young lady. I'll stay at home and wait for you to come back."

Seeing that he was about to cry, she quickly stood up and pulled him into her arms.

"Be good, our good days will come after we get through these six months. Be careful and help me keep an eye on them when I'm not at home."

He buried his head in her neck and deeply inhaled the faint soapy scent on her body. It was a long time before she heard his hoarse voice.

"Then Miss, remember to bring Lan Yi with you."

"Did I bother you two?"

Lin Jiaojiao froze for a moment, then slowly let go of the person in her arms. She turned around awkwardly and saw Qi Yao in a black suit with his arms crossed in front of his chest, half of his body leaning against the door frame, looking at the two of them with a smile on his face.

But she just felt that this smile was creepy.

It made her feel inexplicably guilty.

She hurried forward: "Ayao, you are here."

Lan Jiu didn't look at the person at the door. He lowered his eyes and began to clean up the dishes, then walked towards the door with the plate.

Qi Yao glanced at him sideways, sneered, looked away, and pulled Lin Jiaojiao into the house.

Lin Jiaojiao turned around to glance at Lan Jiu's desolate figure as he walked out of the door, feeling very uncomfortable.

She let go of Qi Yao's hand, turned her face away and said sadly.

"Ayao, can you be nicer to Jiu?"

Qi Yao raised his hands and stroked her face towards him, but her thick eyelashes trembled slightly under her drooped eyes, and her mood was visibly getting lower and lower.

He suppressed the jealous anger in his heart and stroked her cheeks with his hands.

"Okay, I promise you. Can Jiaojiao smile now?"

Although she had received his assurance, she just couldn't smile. Tears as big as beans suddenly fell down her cheeks. The emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally burst out, and she suddenly threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

"Ayao, I'm going to sea again. This time I'll be gone for half a year. Yizhi is still pregnant. What if I don't make it back in time? I'll miss many important moments for the children..."

He listened to her quietly, stroking her back gently to comfort her, but the hot tears on his neck went straight into his heart.

Until the person in his arms gradually stopped crying, his low and hoarse voice rang out.

"Jiaojiao, relax. Maybe this trip will bring you unexpected gains."


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