Feng Jiuxi speeded up her tea-making movements, and the tea milk was fragrant in the quiet room.

Her voice was hollow: "You don't understand, so sit down and I will talk to you slowly."

Lu Mingyu sat opposite her.

See the lotus pattern in her tea cup.

She pushed a bowl of white tea in front of Lu Mingyu and said with a half-smile: "Miss Lu, I think this palace's water painting is very good."

Lu Mingyu glanced at the steaming tea soup in front of her and said, "Mingyu doesn't know how to order tea, so she doesn't dare to comment casually."

Feng Jiuxi had a charming smile on her face and put down the tea spoon in her hand.

After a while, she said: "Lu Mingyu, I am the fourth princess of Jiuli. What will happen if I spread the news that you framed me?"

A strange color flashed across Lu Mingyu's dark face,

Feng Jiuxi has a panoramic view.

"Miss Lu doesn't dare to drink tea because she is afraid that I will harm you."

Lu Mingyu showed an arrogant smile.

"I have nothing to be afraid of."

Feng Jiuxi: "I know that Miss Lu is not afraid of heaven or earth, so she can learn from others."

"What do you mean?"

"Miss Lu's painting was not based on Princess Changrong. By the way, I remember that Princess Changrong was Miss Lu's friend during her lifetime. The princess fell off a cliff on the day she got married, and Miss Lu and her fiancé Feng Mohan

We are together, why do I feel like something is not right?"

Lu Mingyu said: "Feng Mohan has always liked me. He married Feng Changrong because she relied on her power to force Mo Han."

Feng Jiuxi's heart was frozen to the freezing point. She was already dead in her previous life, but Lu Mingyu still dared to throw dirty water on her.

Her voice was as deep as snow: "Lu Mingyu, there are some things that are not yours and you can't force them to come. You were jealous that I could draw better than you, so you killed me. Not to mention that I am dead, but you are still alive even if I am not dead."

Living in the shadow of Feng Changrong, some people in Jiuli City say that your paintings are good, but no one has ever compared your paintings with those of Feng Changrong back then."

"You know why?"

Lu Mingyu was completely mute, and Feng Jiuxi now looked at her with the same eyes as Feng Changrong.

"Your imitation is too serious and you have lost yourself."

Lu Mingyu seemed to have been guessed that she had a sore foot, and roared: "No, I am still myself and have nothing to do with her."

Feng Jiuxi said: "Lu Mingyu, if you hadn't imitated others, those students wouldn't have said that I am a better painter than you, because I will never live in the shadow of others."

"Also, let me remind you that although Princess Changrong is not my biological sister, we are related by blood, and you, a minister, cannot slander her at will."

"You said that Feng Changrong is strong, but you are still friends with her. Miss Lu, are you mentally retarded?"

"You dare to trap me in a painting and still have an arrogant attitude and wild behavior. Do you think you have lived too long or too well?"

Lu Mingyu looked about to refute.

Feng Jiuxi picked up the tea soup and poured it on her face.

"I tell you, if you offend me, there will be no good end."

Lu Mingyu was completely stunned.

"This tea is delicious."

"You'd better settle down from now on."

Lu Mingyu was not convinced.

"If you can, go and sue me in front of the emperor."

"You are said to be mentally retarded, but you still don't believe it. How could you have forgotten your brother's death so quickly? If I want to die alone, I won't let her be happy."

Feng Jiuxi smashed the tea cup with a bang.

Lu Mingyu trembled, too weak to resist.

The room was empty and quiet, and the tea soup was dry and cold on her face, which made her feel pain.

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The secret room of the Feng family.

Feng Jieye pointed to the wall and asked Feng Mohan: "Where is the painting?"

Feng Mohan was the first to think of Lu Mingyu

"Father, I don't know where the painting is?"

Feng Jieye looked angry: "You don't know, only you and I have the key."

"The consequences of this painting being used would be disastrous."

Even after being punished for a long time, the painting will not come back on its own.

Returning to the Holy Academy, he found Lu Mingyu.

He asked seriously: "Mingyu, did you steal the painting?"

Lu Mingyu said casually: "Why should I steal that painting?"

As she spoke, she started stroking his body, trying to divert his attention.

This time Feng Mohan was not fooled and directly threw her hand away.

"Did you use paintings to deal with Jiuxi?"

Lu Mingyu smiled sarcastically: "Jiuxi, you screamed so affectionately, so what if I just stole the painting to deal with her."

Feng Mohan squeezed her hands and said, "You are crazy! Jiu Xi has never harmed you."

"Feng Mohan, you took out your anger on me for another woman, do you think I, Miss Lu, am a slave?"

"I knew you were a dog and couldn't change your habit of eating shit. You fall in love with everyone you see. Why, you're tired of dirtying my body."

Feng Mohan was so stimulated by her words that he calmed down and relaxed her hand.

Lu Mingyu broke free.

"As expected, I guessed that you were having an affair with Feng Jiuxi."

Feng Mohan tried his best to explain: "Mingyu, I don't. The only person I love in this life is you."

"You must have said this to Feng Changrong before."

Feng Mohan didn't want to face it: "Ayu, can you not mention Feng Changrong in just a few words? I only approached her for her spiritual core before. How could I like someone as strong as her?"

"Now that she is dead, Feng Jiuxi has fascinated you all over the place. You said you didn't like Feng Changrong, but that day another student praised her for one or two words that her paintings were comparable to Feng Changrong, and you couldn't take your eyes away.

Well, Feng Jiuxi escaped from the painting realm and has not reported the matter yet. She is a very powerful person, not something you can imagine."

Feng Mohan's eyes were dull.

Lu Mingyu said: "Mo Han, my body and mind belong to you, you can't betray me."

She said and kissed him.

Feng Mohan seemed to be on fire somewhere and threw her to the ground.

His hand went to her pocket.

Lu Mingyu stopped her hand.

Xing Xing said: "Mohan, we can't do it here."

Feng Mohan looked at her face and calmed down.

Lu Mingyu said: "Mo Han, if you really love me, when will you marry me?"

Feng Mohan looked into her eyes and seemed to think for a while before slowly saying: "Mingyu, I will marry you when I break through the mortal world."

A cold look flashed across Lu Mingyu's eyes, he was still thinking about Feng Jiuxi.

"You can marry me now, I don't care."

Lu Mingyu is a little higher than her brother in the Lingwu Realm.

Feng Mohan held her hand and said: "Ayu, believe me, I will not let you down. Only by breaking through the mortal world can I propose marriage to the Lu family."

On this day, Gu Sanpi still let the students from Class 5 paint on the training ground.

He walked up to Feng Jiuxi and said kindly: "The painting is really good. No wonder Qiu Yuan looked at it twice."

Feng Jiuxi paused with the brush in her hand, "The head of Qiuyuan."

It was his teacher from his previous life who had never met him in person since he came to the Holy Academy in this life.

Gu Sanpi affirmed: "The head of Qiuyuan likes your paintings very much. He praised your paintings for their aura."

The teacher in my previous life also said the same thing.

She painted this and gave it to Gu Sanpi.

"I also asked the class master to give this painting to the head of the Qiu dean, saying that if the head of the dean likes the student's painting, the student will always be willing to donate it."

Gu Sanpi nodded.
Chapter completed!