Chapter 18: Can't Help But Accept (Part 1)

  "Waaaah~"

  The wolf pack seemed to sense the commotion and began to get restless, one by one letting out long howls. Not all websites are first published on romance novels, search 151 + reading network and you'll know. But it attracted the attention of hunters. However, facing so many wolf packs, the hunter still didn't dare to move forward half a step.

  The ground was covered in blood, both human and wolf. Although the corpses were all wolves, the hunters' injuries were not light either. Most of them had taken to the field wounded. And at this moment, the wolf pack suddenly became agitated for some reason.

  "Everyone, calm down. Don't mess up the formation." The leading man called out in a low voice, but didn't dare to make any sudden moves. The current situation was unfavorable for them, and they couldn't afford to be careless. "We'll retreat temporarily first, don't know how others are doing."

  Faced with such an order, everyone had no choice but to accept it and retreat first, and then discuss with others.

  It was strange that the wolf pack seemed to know that these people were retreating, so they just kept watch and did not attack.

  Apart from this team, everyone else has retreated in despair.

  In the forest were only Qin Xiao, Kong Qing, Zi Yun, Qi Lin and another man. Of course, there were also countless packs of wolves.

  "The hunters have all withdrawn from White Tiger Mountain." Feng Changqing elegantly lifted his brush, dipped it in a little cinnabar, and returned to the painting scroll. With a light touch on the lips of the person already sketched out, a captivating beauty painting was thus completed.

  Looking at the people in the painting. Except for the crimson that has just been dotted, there are also thousands of green silk threads, and everything else is white. Made with ink wash rendering. Next to the woman, there are several wolves, all looking very pleased with themselves.

  This picture is a combination of his dreams over the past few days. Since Qin Xiao returned from White Tiger Mountain that night, he had been dreaming almost every night. The first night, he dreamed of going to White Tiger Mountain. The second night, he dreamed of hearing wolf howls. The third night was a woman's voice, and then he thought of such a scene, today is just a heart's blood, didn't expect to draw such a picture.

  This woman is of course an imaginary figure.

  Those black pupils seem to see through everything, yet remain clear and bright despite being filled with many things.

  Wouldn't it be interesting if such a woman existed? Feng Changqing raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his slender hand to slowly caress the figure in the painting, with golden candlelight flickering in his eyes and a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

  Lan Fei stood behind Feng Changqing, holding a cup of tea, but didn't dare to go forward and disturb him. Her gaze moved to the person in the painting, who wasn't stunningly beautiful, but had a lively and lovely appearance. Could this woman be the Emperor's new favorite concubine?

  The thought of the harem taking in such a person, who was personally painted by the Emperor himself, must have been deeply favored by the Emperor. Thinking of this, a hint of jealousy flashed across Lan Fei's eyes, but it was immediately covered up by a thick layer of laughter.

  Feng Changqing threw down his brush, but found that his throat was a bit dry. He raised his hand and just caught the tea brought by Lan Fei, but his gaze did not leave the painting.

  The queen took the tea cup from Feng Changqing, quietly watching his back, her pale fingers tightly grasping the cup. Despite this, the queen's face remained calm.

  Picking up the painting, Feng Changqing slightly raised the corner of his mouth, very satisfied with this imitation. He turned around to look at Lan Fei, who had a gentle smile on her face, and asked, "Lan Fei, what do you think of the person in the painting?"

  The queen handed the teacup to the palace maid, nodded slightly and smiled, saying "Of course it's good, since it was written by the emperor himself."

  "What's good about it?" Feng Changqing still had a smile on his face as he put the painting back in its original place, thinking carefully.

  The queen walked forward, stretched out her white and smooth hands to gently touch the person in the painting. Feng Changqing liked to paint, his paintings were unparalleled in Phoenix City, but he had never painted a portrait before, let alone an ordinary woman. The queen couldn't guess what was on Feng Changqing's mind, but she didn't hide it either, opening her mouth to say "Your humble servant is foolish, can only see that the person in the painting is pure and moving, yet able to be so natural among wolves, just like...just like."

  Feng Changqing turned his head to look at Lan Fei, just catching the faintest hint of jealousy in her eyes. He asked aloud "Like what?"

  "Returning to Your Majesty, I am foolish and ignorant, and do not know what to say. However, such a lively person, which of the emperor's consorts is she? Or perhaps it is the younger sister who will soon be entering the harem?" As she spoke, Consort Lan slightly raised her eyes, a pair of black pupils sparkling with spirit, shining in response to the flickering candlelight, extremely alluring.

  Feng Changqing hooked up Lan Fei's chin, leaned in close to her lips, and gave a light kiss. "Lan Fei, are you jealous?" he asked.

  "I don't dare, as long as Your Majesty is happy, that's all that matters. I can do anything." Lan Fei bashfully lowered her eyelids, and suddenly felt a tightness around her waist, her entire body tightly pressed against Feng Changqing's.

  Watching Lan Fei being so charming and alluring, Feng Changqing swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom. Immediately afterwards, a burst of **.

  The picture on the desk was flickering in the candlelight, as if the people in it were about to step out.