The Apothecary Diaries: Volume 3 (Light Novel)
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Jinshi’s grip finally relaxed, and Maomao slithered out and tried to stand up—only to find herself pushed to the ground. She hadn’t been expecting it, and she collapsed, falling on her back. She looked down, and there was Jinshi. He shifted, crawling on top of her. A faint light, like a candle flame, danced in his eyes. “Very well.” He slowly set his hands behind her knees and lifted them up, putting the two of them in an even more compromising position than before. “Want to find out for yourself?” Jinshi was scowling.
Maomao got goosebumps all over and started sweating profusely. She realized belatedly that she’d pushed Jinshi too far. - Hopeday2020цитуєторік
And such a fine frog, no doubt. - L sцитуєторікDecently sized didn’t cover it, but that would do for now. Yes, “decently sized” would be enough.
“Hey, are you wiping your hand?” - nunezivonne16цитуєторік
see you’ve found yourself quite an interesting palace woman,” Anshi said in an attempt to change the subject.
“Someone who’s quite useful.”
It was true; she could hear it in his voice—but she could also tell it wasn’t everything. She’d fought and survived on this battlefield far longer than he. How many years did he think she had been watching him?
“I see.” She half-closed her eyes, feeling she had to communicate this much at least: “But if you don’t take care to hide your favorites, someone might hide them from you.”
And with that, Anshi returned to her own room. - caycecooterцитуєторік
“Very well.” He slowly set his hands behind her knees and lifted them up, putting the two of them in an even more compromising position than before. “Want to find out for yourself?” Jinshi was scowling.THIS SHIP SAILS
- caycecooterцитуєторік“Hngh?!” Jinshi grunted. His heart rate shot up. Maomao looked up to find herself staring at Jinshi’s chin—she could see him biting his lip, hard. He seemed to be struggling, fighting with something.
The frog in his robe shifted as if it were alive.AHHHHHH
- L sцитуєторік“Who are you calling a frog?”
- bellsцитує3 дні тому
Well, it would certainly make the conversation easier... - sdweP2buSцитує6 днів тому
I could probably make a nice take if I could come up with a medicine that would make it grow back. - Camille Cardoso Calegariцитуєминулого місяця
Maomao let her hand brush the wall. There was still a certain springy quality even though they’d removed one layer of wallpaper. Most likely, each time the emperor had finished a picture, he’d pasted it in here under a layer of the stuff. There must be quite a few more works here.
Maomao still had a question, though, about the emperor’s painting supplies. The surface of the wallpaper was coated with glue or the like to help pigment adhere easily to it. That accounted for the clear shards she’d found earlier. Likely, he’d been dissolving them to make his paints. As for the brushes, as long as one had access to animal hair, one could make one’s own brushes, but what about the reams of paper and piles of stones—the ingredients for pigments—that would be necessary? They couldn’t be found just anywhere.
Maomao stood looking at the faded golden hue of the orpiment and thought. It seemed to her that everyone here would know who the subject of the painting was, this one adult woman. He’d hardly ever looked at a grown woman, even as a shadow at which he was unable to gaze for long loomed behind him.
The empress regnant must have known, Maomao thought. Must have realized that her own son wasn’t fit for the throne. That was why she’d consolidated power into her own hands and worked hard to protect him. To keep safe her child who had all but stumbled into leaderMaomao deixou sua mão escovar a parede. Ainda havia uma certa qualidade elástica, apesar de terem removido uma camada de papel de parede. Muito provavelmente, cada vez que o imperador terminava um quadro, ele o colava aqui sob uma camada do material. Deve haver mais alguns trabalhos aqui.
Maomao ainda tinha uma pergunta, no entanto, sobre os suprimentos de pintura do imperador. A superfície do papel de parede foi revestida com cola ou semelhantes para ajudar o pigmento a aderir facilmente a ele. Isso foi responsável pelos cacos claros que ela havia encontrado antes. Provavelmente, ele estava dissolvendo - os para fazer suas tintas. Quanto às escovas, desde que se tenha acesso a pêlos de animais, pode—se fazer as próprias escovas, mas e as resmas de papel e pilhas de pedras—os ingredientes dos pigmentos-que seriam necessárias? Eles não podiam ser encontrados em qualquer lugar.
Maomao ficou olhando para o tom dourado desbotado do orpimento e pensou. Parecia - lhe que todos aqui saberiam quem era o tema da pintura, esta mulher adulta. Ele quase nunca olhava para uma mulher adulta, mesmo quando uma sombra para a qual ele era incapaz de olhar por muito tempo pairava atrás dele.
A Imperatriz reinante deve ter sabido, pensou Maomao. Deve ter percebido que o seu próprio filho não estava apto para o trono. Foi por isso que ela consolidou o poder em suas próprias mãos e trabalhou duro para protegê-lo. Para manter a segurança de seu filho, que quase tropeçou no líder
