Dressed as the Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife of the Regent Chapter 292: How did it become Gu Linchao’s face

Chapter 292: How did it become Gu Linchao’s face

Hearing this, Wen Shengyang felt a pang in his heart. Gu Linchao was really a prodigal. He actually wanted to destroy such a good painting?

Although it is a pornographic picture, its painting skills are unique in the world. It would be a pity if it was ruined like this.

Thinking about it, she rolled her eyes and said, "Let's do this. The prince will give the box to me, and I will destroy it for you. I promise not to leave any traces and satisfy the prince."

Wang Houde thought that this box was sent to the prince by her, and she had already given a guarantee, so he agreed, "Okay, then why bother the princess?"

"Your Majesty, you're welcome. For me, this is just a piece of cake. I can just take it to the Agarwood Courtyard and destroy it." Wen Shengyang said with a smile.

Wang Houde breathed a sigh of relief and watched her go to Chenxiang Courtyard.

What he didn't know was that Wen Yanyang returned to Chenxiang Courtyard with the box, locked himself in the room, and never came out again.

If Gu Linchao saw what was happening in the room, he would probably want to kill Wang Houde.

He was on every possible defense, but not on Wang Houde.

I saw that the scroll that he did not let Wen Hengyang see was now spread out generously on the ground by Wen Hengyang, while she squatted next to it and began to appreciate it carefully.

"Tsk, tsk, it is indeed a palace **** picture, this is too fragrant..."

But as she looked at it, she suddenly frowned.

How come the face of the man in the painting turned into Gu Linchao's face, and the face of the woman in the painting seems to be somewhat similar to her...

Realizing that she had thought about something she shouldn't have thought about, she quickly patted her hot face to stop her random thoughts.

She didn't dare to look at the **** picture anymore, so she hurriedly put it away, stuffed it back into the box, and kicked it under the bed.

Lv Qiao couldn't help but feel a little worried when she saw that Wen Hengyang had been in there for a long time and didn't come out. She knocked on the door and said, "Miss, the kitchen has made your favorite fried chicken, and the slave has brought it to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened, and Wen Shengyang patted her face and walked out with empty steps.

"What's wrong, miss?" Lu Qiao couldn't help but ask when she saw her face flushed.

Wen Mingyang took the fried chicken in her hand and said vaguely: "It's just a bit hot."

Lu Qiao said quickly: "I'll go and get you some water."

"Okay." Wen Yanyang nodded, carried the fried chicken out of the house, and sat down directly in front of the stone table in the courtyard.

She pulled off the legs of the fried chicken and took a hard bite. However, the fried chicken that she usually liked was a little tasteless when she ate it in her mouth. Mainly because she felt too guilty.

Does what she did just now mean she cares about Y Gu Linchao?

Thinking of this, she shuddered and felt something was wrong with herself.

As expected ~IndoMTL.com~ you can’t read too much of that kind of thing, otherwise it will become weird.

Thinking about it, she took the letter Gu Linchao wrote to her and decided to go out to find the framer.

She wanted to frame the words Gu Linchao wrote to her.

She asked someone and heard that the calligraphy and painting workshop called Lancao had the best framers, so she went directly to it.

Entering the Orchid Grass Calligraphy and Painting Studio, the interior is really grand. Any painting hanging on the wall can be called a contemporary masterpiece.

On the dashboard of the calligraphy and painting shop, when I saw the calligraphy she handed me, I was extremely surprised and praised it repeatedly.

"This poem is really wonderful, and this word is really the most elegant word I have ever seen..."

The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop praised him a lot. Finally, he remembered and asked: "Girl, I wonder which master created this calligraphy?"

Wen Mingyang said mysteriously: "I can't tell you this."

(End of this chapter)