"Keep on grinding." Mo Liancheng lifted his eyebrows lightly, then moved toward the grinding platform, dabbed the ink brush and continued to paint.
"Yes, w.a.n.g Ye, this concubine will grind the ink for you." Listening to the words, Yun Youlian immediately replied. In the next moment, she rushed toward Qu Tan’er preparing even harder to grab the ink stick from her hands.
Just...
"Oh, since this is what you want, then here, I will let you grind it." No one expected that Qu Tan’er would suddenly let go as if it really didn’t matter for her. Having no psychological preparation for this unexpected move, and because Qu Tan’er had let go of the ink stick too fast while the action of Yun Youlian in rubbing the inkstick was too aggressive, the result was tragic...
PU!
(sound indicating something or someone is thrown in the air; to flutter; rush)
The ink stick rose in the air, fluttering with power, flying directly in a certain direction.
"Ah, my clothes." Yun Youlian screamed in dismay, looking at the ink prints on her dress unbelievingly. This dress she wore today was worth a lot of money, she especially asked to be made for her. She was so reluctant to wear it on normal days, waiting for today she finally put it on and the result was ruined.
"Ya~, what happened, how did the ink stick fly." Qu Tan’er also looked scared, staring at Yun Youlian’s dress, and then sweeping a look toward the ink stick that was thrown on the ground n.o.body caring about it.
hey hey, she already knew that the result will be like this.
Just now she wasn’t not careful, but deliberately, with a little more effort she ground a handful of ink, then quickly and swiftly let go, letting the one trying to steal the stick forcefully totally unable to respond to the changing of posture. The result was satisfactory... Everything was done successfully.
"You, you are deliberate! Did you intentionally want to see me make a fool out of myself? Even if you are a w.a.n.g fei, you cannot be like this, although I am only a concubine, but I also have dignity, you can’t bully me casually." Yun Youliang was filled with anger, pointing to Qu Tan’er, speaking words full of accusations, with eyes filled with red color as if tears will fall any second soon.
"You..." Qu Tan’er was stunned for a moment.
She thought that Mo Liancheng would at least say something. As a result, Mo Liancheng acted like he was never aware of what’s happening around him. The painting that should have had long been completed is still in progress, sitting there, he seemed as if he’s planning to keep on painting until eternity. This man actually after all this still insist on not uttering a single word, not caring in the least, it’s no wonder this vixen will be so arrogant, it turned out... all because he’s lenient.
Yun Youlian is still crying, "What should I do? My clothes are like this, how can I turn back?"
"But there’s a lot of ink on my clothes, too." Qu Tan’er voice s.h.i.+vered, looking at her clothes, her face was full of grievance.
"If it wasn’t for you to suddenly let go, how could things become like this. You’re just jealous that I’ve been favored by w.a.n.g ye, so you see me as not pleasing to your eyes, don’t you?" Yun Youlian saw that Mo Liancheng did not speak, totally ignoring everything. She felt even more daring, and even her accusations were bolder.
"I..." She, she feels dizzy, is this woman crazy? Is she not finished yet? She has already tolerated this level, and she still needs to bear more?
"w.a.n.g Ye, you have to be take justice for this concubine. This dress is specially made for me. I’ve also spent a lot of silver on it. But now it’s ruined, how can this concubine be relaxed?" While crying Yun Youlian turned to look at Mo Liancheng.
"The one responsible for dirtying it should pay for it." Mo Liancheng faintly replied back, tracing carefully the last few strokes on the painting.
"Thank you, w.a.n.g Ye." Yun Youlian immediately became filled with happiness, and her expression was even more arrogant.
Suddenly, Qu Tan’er’s beautiful eyes flashed, her small mouth quickly drew up a smirk. She quickly changed her expression and weakened her posture: "I am sorry, sorry meiemei. I really didn’t mean it. It’s all Tan’s fault. If it were not for Tan’s actions, meimei’s dress would not have had been dirtied nor would I have had disturbed the w.a.n.g Ye’s mood, it is all the fault of Tan’er, all the blame is on me."
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