Chapter 901

Those concubines are the ones who hate Qian Duoduo the most, because of her, the prince doesn't want them.

So, with a grin, he started crying.

"My lord, open your eyes and look at your good concubine. For her, you sent us out of the mansion regardless of our many years of kindness, but she was still smiling and smiling when you passed away Don't allow us to send you off for the last time, you are really wolf-hearted!"

Qian Duoduo looked at their hypocrisy, and dared to call himself a wolf?

The originally playful mood was all mixed up and turned into a mess.

There is nowhere to vent the sulking anger that Long Chaohan calculated. Is there really someone who is not afraid of death and hits the muzzle of a gun?

"Crying? From the strands of your hair to the heels, I can't tell where you are here to cry. All of you are frank/chested/exposed/breasty, beautifully dressed, and your cheeks are smeared like a monkey's butt. I almost laughed off this girl. Uncle, did you think you were here to juggle?"

As soon as Qian Duoduo opened her mouth, she unceremoniously sneered, gave them a sideways look, and continued.

"I think you are not crying for Ah San, but you are crying for yourself. In the future, there will be one less gold master to give you gold, right?"

Qian Duoduo said this to the girls, together with the housekeeper and a few servants next to them, they all cast doubtful eyes on them.

They immediately blushed and lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Qian Duoduo checked the time, and it has been an hour since Ah San was poisoned, so she hastened to work.

So he waved his hand impatiently.

"That's all right, all right, after the performance, we should go where we want to play, don't interfere with this girl's business, let's all go down, oh yes, just stay with the housekeeper."

Although Qian Duoduo and Long Yutian have amicably terminated the relationship between husband and wife.

But because Long Yutian always has her place in his heart, she is still very majestic in the Three Princes' Mansion.

After dismissing all the maids and concubines, the butler quietly stood aside, waiting for orders.

Qian Duoduo squatted on the ground, and pulled out some messy things from her small bag.

He fiddled with another piece of wood, sat on the chair, Qiaoer stretched his legs, and concentrated on looking at Long Yutian who was lying on the soft couch.

Pointing to the pile of things, the housekeeper asked suspiciously, "Miss Qian, what are these colorful things of yours?"

Qian Duoduo was twirling a brush in her hand, dipped a little white seasoning, and explained patiently: "This is a drawing board and paint. This girl is creating a great work of art called Western oil painting."

"Western oil painting?" The butler was full of question marks?

"Yes, do you know that Leonardo Da Vinci has a work called "Mona Lisa's Smile"? I am following the example of the ancients and come up with "The Death of the Dragon Family", which will definitely be popular all over the world and become a masterpiece of the world. Fantastic work!"

"Besides, the classic scene that is rarely seen in a hundred years should be recorded as a commemoration, right? Anyway, I think it's still early, so I want to paint an oil painting as a gift for Ah San's reincarnation."

The corner of the butler's mouth twitched a few times, this Qian girl is really rowdy.

When the third prince was alive, his seven orifices were filled with smoke from her anger.

Now I finally died once, and the seven orifices were bleeding because of her torment. No wonder our prince's eyes are protruding.

The villain in the housekeeper's heart, he felt wronged for Long Yutian, but he felt itchy and stretched his head, wondering how Miss Qian died in "The Death of the Dragon's Asan".