Pathological Trapping - Chap 42
　But seeing him like this, Li Dezhuang couldn’t bear to refuse, so he raised his head and kissed his forehead.
　　”Don’t be afraid, Your Highness. You will definitely win!”
　　”Guard Li trusts me so much?”
　　”Of course!”
　　I have the script!
　　Mu Jian stared at Li Dezhuang, “Then I will definitely live up to Guard Li’s expectations and take the supreme position!”
　　Li Dezhuang was very happy that the protagonist was able to cheer up again. Li Dezhuang was very relieved. Li Dezhuang felt that he had a future to rely on!
　　He took some silver from his private vault and gave it to a palace servant, asking him to take back the body of the palace maid who was accidentally poisoned. The silver was given to her family as a small compensation.
　　After finishing this task, Li Dezhuang returned to the palace, spread out the paper and picked up the brush.
　　Since we want to help Mu Jian please the emperor, we have to give the emperor a strong dose of medicine!
　　Chapter 33 Marriage
　　The next day, Li Dezhuang put a thick stack of drawing paper in a wooden box and handed it to Mu Jian.
　　When I handed it to him, his eyes were evasive and there was a little red on the tip of his eyes, like a cherry in spring.
　　”Your Highness, give this to the Emperor. Remember not to open it yourself.”
　　Mu Jian looked at his reaction and roughly understood what was in the box.
　　But when I opened it behind his back, I was still shocked.
　　It was filled with pornographic pictures.
　　It’s just that the painting this time is different from Li Dezhuang’s previous paintings in style. Most of his previous paintings were gorgeous, and the characters were also very detailed. But the one in this box is much simpler and more popular.
　　A man and a woman.
　　It’s more like a tutorial than a pornographic picture.
　　Compared to the tutorial that Guard Li gave him, this can be said to be an advanced version.
　　More variety.
　　Mu Jian only took one look and felt his chest burning. His mind was buzzing and he could not help but look at the pictures one by one. He replaced all the people in the pictures with Li Dezhuang’s face.
　　He has a spring-like face, watery eyes and a thin waist.
　　”Bitch!”
　　Mu Jian cursed inwardly and closed all the paintings. He did not take them to the emperor’s bedroom, but hid them in his own room. At night, he secretly took them out and copied them roughly with a brush, retaining the essence.
　　While copying, Mu Jian’s heart beat very fast.
　　The night he and Li Dezhuang spent together kept coming to his mind, with him whimpering like a cat and his eyes red from crying.
　　I always think of the day when I first met him. He was wearing a long gown and was illuminated by the dim candlelight, like the moon in the sky.
　　Mu Jian couldn’t help but put down his brush before he finished copying halfway, cursing “slut” and thinking about Li Dezhuang. He got into the quilt, pulled out two underwear, rolled them up under his body, buried his face in them, smelled the smell, and put his own smell on them.
　　Mu Jian stumbled and worked for almost the entire night before he finished copying the painting. The next day, he secretly gave the wooden box to the emperor.
　　The emperor was also an old pervert, so he said nothing on the spot. Mu Jian dutifully played the role of a filial son who had no rules, was wanton, and grew up wild, pretending not to see the gleam in the old emperor’s eyes.
　　Whenever Mu Jian saw the box or thought of the box, he would think of Li Dezhuang’s rosy face. He thought to himself that now that he had had some time off, it was time to have a good taste of him.
　　He was lost in thought when suddenly a figure approached.
　　The girl’s voice was as crisp as a silver bell, “Ninth Prince.”
　　Mu Jian raised his eyes and a smile spread across his face, “It’s the Third Miss, what a coincidence.”
　　The third young lady was dazzled by the smile and lowered her head shyly.
　　”I saw His Highness the Ninth Prince from afar. Does he seem to be worried?”
　　”I’m thinking about someone.”
　　”Hmm? Who is it?”
　　”As luck would have it, she came.”
　　Du Yanqiu was slightly stunned, and her whole face quickly turned red under Mu Jian’s smiling gaze. The maid following behind her also laughed secretly.
　　”Your Highness the Ninth Prince is teasing me.”
　　Mu Jian took a step closer and said, “Then just treat it as a joke.”
　　Du Yanqiu lowered his head and smiled, “Why didn’t I see Guard Li today?”
　　”Oh, he’s lazing around in the palace.”
　　Du Yanqiu nodded and suddenly smiled: “That’s really unfortunate. I have several maids who are clamoring to go to the palace with me today, just to see Guard Li.”
　　Mu Jian’s eyes turned cold, but he still smiled and said, “Really?”
　　”Yes, I feel bad that I couldn’t help him find a good match last time. I will definitely find a good match for Guard Li in the future and choose a girl of the right age for him. I guarantee that Guard Li will be satisfied.”
　　Mu Jian smiled very gently in the spring breeze.
　　”That’s what Miss San planned. How thoughtful.”
　　Du Yanqiu smiled.
　　”Your Highness is happy too, right?”
　　”nature.”
　　The two chatted for a while, and suddenly a palace servant came over and said that the Imperial Concubine had summoned the Third Miss and the Ninth Prince. Mu Jian frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.
　　Although he has temporarily become a good chess piece under the imperial concubine, it is still a hidden chess move, and she will not directly summon him. Now she not only calls him, but also Du Yanqiu. It must be for their marriage.
　　Du Yanqiu also thought of this, and his face turned even redder when he looked at Mu Jian.
　　Mu Jian said, “Let’s go now, Miss Third, please.”
　　In the imperial concubine’s palace, not only the imperial concubine was there, but also the Shangshu’s wife.
　　Mu Jian saluted the imperial concubine in a proper manner, and the imperial concubine said, “Look at this child, his eyebrows are so similar to your majesty, and he is also handsome.”
　　The Shangshu’s wife smiled and said, “He is indeed a handsome man.”
　　The imperial concubine said: “Your Yan Qiu and His Highness the Ninth Prince are also a perfect match.”
　　The Shangshu’s wife agreed, “That’s because we Yan Qiu is marrying above our station.”
　　The imperial concubine smiled and asked Du Yanqiu, “Yanqiu, if I betrothed you to His Highness the Ninth Prince, would you be willing?”
