Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Chapter 86 This King Will Only Laugh Once

Murong Jing stared at her.

He recalled her earlier words and said again, "Are you saying that I lack imposing presence when I sit here?"

“Standing up definitely gives you more presence.”

Su Mowan decisively deceived him.

"Heh, that's not necessarily true." Murong Jing didn't take the bait. "Even if I were lying down, I would still win the hearts and minds of many."

Su Mowan clicked her tongue. Those words sounded domineering enough, but what good were they?

"Your Highness, will you stand or not?"

"Haven't I already stood up?"

Murong Jing's expression was indifferent, and even his tone was indifferent.

Su Mowan suddenly released her hand from his waist. "Since Your Highness wants to stand here, that's fine too. I can draw here anyway."

He turned and walked toward the drawing table.

Unfortunately, he had barely taken a step and hadn't even landed when Murong Jing grabbed his arm tightly.

"Stop right there!"

"how?"

Su Mowan turned around, tilted her head back, and asked with a smile, "Has Your Highness come to a decision?"

Murong Jing turned his head away, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

"Help me over there."

A smug glint flashed in Su Mowan's eyes. She turned around and put her arm around Murong Jing's waist again: "Let's go then. If we delay any longer, we won't be able to finish painting."

Although moving was somewhat difficult, they finally reached the willow tree. Su Mowan let go of the willow and took a step back.

"Please stand here for now, I'll go take a look."

Murong Jing remained silent with a cold expression.

Su Mowan walked a few steps away, and when she reached the painting table, she turned around and looked in Murong Jing's direction.

Murong Jing happened to be looking over as well.

A gentle breeze rustled the willow branches and lightly touched the lotus leaves, creating ripples on the lake's surface.

Su Mowan was momentarily lost in thought.

That's why they say beautiful scenery goes well with beautiful women.

Murong Jing stood there so casually, his gaze sweeping over so casually, yet he gave people the illusion that he was the only person left in the world, and that nothing else could be seen in his eyes.

Su Mowan was taken aback.

She still remembered the first time she met Murong Jin; it was under a willow tree outside the capital city…

Murong Jing frowned when he saw her lost in thought.

He was getting a little annoyed: "What are you standing there for? Why aren't you doing anything?"

Su Mowan shook her head and chuckled awkwardly, "Your Highness is so handsome that I was stunned for a moment."

"..."

This woman, does she even know what it means to be reserved!

Murong Jing's eyes were dark and gloomy, and Su Mowan felt a cold wind whistling around her.

"Ahem, Your Highness, you don't need to look at me. Please look around in the distance."

Su Mowan actually wanted him to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, to adopt a melancholic look.

Murong Jing said, "I just enjoy looking at you, is there a problem?"

"..."

Su Mowan stared wide-eyed.

If Su Mowan hadn't known that this person spoke almost without thinking, she would have thought that Murong Jing was confessing his love in a calm and expressionless manner!

"Okay, take it if you like, it won't affect anything anyway."

She still has that much self-control.

Su Mowan smiled, took the water and mixed it into the dish. Painting Murong Jing was much simpler than copying Master Han Qiu's painting.

First of all, you don't need to guess the colors; your eyes can see them clearly.

Secondly, the colors are much simpler.

Murong Jing wore a black brocade robe, white boots, green willow branches on his head, and lotus leaves all around him.

The pink lotus flowers had disappeared from the pond; only green lotus pods remained.

Therefore, the colors are very simple.

The difficulty lies in how to draw a face as handsome as an immortal as possible without losing its realism.

That's a bit difficult.

Su Mowan finished mixing the paint and then looked up at Murong Jing.

After watching for a while, he grabbed a calligraphy brush and started twirling it in his hand, his brow furrowed as he pondered where to begin.

Murong Jing frowned when he saw that she hadn't started writing yet.

"I can't stand here for long, you'd better hurry up."

Upon hearing this, Su Mowan looked up again, feeling that something was missing.

She bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before looking up at Murong Jing.

"Your Highness, I don't think I've ever seen you smile."

Murong Jing frowned again, and said somewhat impatiently, "I'm not a gigolo."

"That is incorrect."

Su Mowan rested her chin on one hand.

"Although it's fine to draw it like this, it's always lacking something. Just like a plain brocade, it would look better if you added a few flowers, wouldn't it?"

His Highness the King of Qin seemed to be convinced by this argument. He frowned and hesitated for a moment before finally saying coldly, "Then watch carefully. I will only laugh once."

Su Mowan immediately focused all her attention, her eyes fixed on Murong Jing under the willow tree.

But after watching for a while, they saw Murong Jing make an extremely subtle and barely perceptible movement... and curl the corner of his lips!

So, this is considered a laugh?

Su Mowan was dumbfounded.

"Your Highness, how about I give you a smile first?"

Murong Jing's expression turned cold. He turned his head away, his voice tinged with displeasure: "Then go ahead and draw. I won't look at you."

Su Mowan clicked her tongue.

She really couldn't handle such an awkward person, so she immediately ignored him, picked up a pen, and started scribbling on a piece of white paper.

"Then please do as you please, Your Highness. I'll start writing now."

Just as she put pen to paper, Murong Jing suddenly turned his head and gave her a deep look.

He glanced at it briefly, then turned his gaze back to the distant lotus pond.

As Su Mowan painted, she would glance at Murong Jing from time to time. After looking at him, she would frown and ponder for a while before continuing to paint.

Meanwhile, Qinghe and Yinshuang were also busy.

Busy with discussions.

Qinghe peeked through the crack in the door and said to Yinshuang beside her, "Hey, I always feel that the Prince and Consort Su are a little different."

"What's the difference?"

Yinshuang replied lazily.

"It's just different."

Qinghe thought for a moment and finally found a barely acceptable description: "Consort Su is quite bold; the prince is not angry at such a request for marriage."

Yinshuang thought for a moment, then remained silent, glancing at the figures of one standing still and the other wielding a brush.

"Why are not you talking?"

Qinghe felt it was pointless to talk to herself.

Yinshuang glanced at her: "What do you want me to say? Didn't I already tell you that the Prince's feelings for Consort Su are special?"

"Really? I don't remember that,"

Qinghe chuckled twice, then asked in confusion, "But why does the Prince only treat Consort Su well? Consort Shen in the East Courtyard has a bad temper, but she is very beautiful."

"The prince has his reasons."

"What's the reason? I think it's because of that assassination attempt on Suzaku Street. Ever since then, the prince seems to treat Consort Su differently."

Yinshuang glanced at her coldly, "We're following Consort Su, not Consort Shen, so why are you so concerned?"

"Can't I just talk about it?"

Qinghe pouted and remained silent.

An hour later.

Su Mowan looked up, exhaled, put the pen on the shelf, and walked towards Murong Jing.