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Yanji never knew that Zining could draw.
He knew she was beautiful, and her eyes moved his heart. Also know that she can dance - because she learns sword very quickly. The tea art is also very good, and he often cooks tea for him. Her qin is also good, and sometimes she plays the qin while he is practicing sword.
When she was bought back then, perhaps the madam had said some good things about Zining's versatility, but it was the servant who went to fetch her, and he didn't hear a word.
For a year, Zi Ning was by his side every day, but he never mentioned what he wanted to do. He just took care of his daily life with peace of mind, so he was superficial and careless, and knew nothing about her.
Suddenly realizing that he was so arrogant, his heart sank and he was almost timid.
Watching Zi Ning hold his breath and draw carefully, Yan Ji couldn't move his eyes.
It's the second day.
Last night the doctor came to check Zi Ning's pulse, and found out that she had just been drugged, so he let her sleep well all night. Today Zining got up early and started painting. One painting is the whole day, even thinking about it when eating, and it is night again.
But looking at the finished product, even Yanji's eyes are fixed.
Except for the bright colors of the new painting, it is almost exactly the same as the original painting, and even the charm of the beauty in the painting is more similar than the imitation.
Qian Bi's eyes fell on the drawing paper, showing undisguised surprise.
Zi Ning finally inspected the veins of the leaves and the grains on the stone, and he was relieved to confirm that they were accurate.
"Zining" Yanji pursed his lips slightly and asked, "Do you like painting?"
In fact, what she wants to ask is, is it because she can't even do a thing she likes if she is by his side?
Zi Ning hesitated for a moment, the truth was too harsh, she would not say it.
For her, painting is no different from other skills she learned in Xiangsi Building.
She knows how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she uses it as a tool to please others, not a love from the heart.
When no one needs her to please, she won't take a second look at these things.
It's like being by Yan Ji's side, he doesn't need it, and she never even thinks about it.
She's just a cold-hearted, sleazy villain.
All that is thought is possible, and all that is done must serve her purpose.
The answer that Yan Ji said he wanted to hear was vague.
So she turned her head shyly, "It's ashamed to say that I'm servile and vulgar, and I don't put my love on painting. My skills are shallow, but my memory is good, and I can draw cats from tigers. It made my master laugh."
She knew that Yan Ji was not very interested in painting. His heart was sword first, and wine second. In his free time, he liked to look at flowers and enjoy the scenery.
What he doesn't like, she is just like him.
Yan Ji did not let go, and asked again: "What do you like?"
He didn't know, because she didn't want anything.
Simply take advantage of this time, muster up the courage, and ask her: "Not only what I like to do, but also what I like to eat, what I like"
Zi Ning thought to himself: This is another unanswerable question.
The years in Xiangsilou taught her how to please others, so no one has nothing to please her.
Everything in the world is a tool, and people are such a ridiculous thing. She doesn't like anything.
She only likes him.
His breath, his heartbeat, his palm, his
Suddenly her face turned red, Zining lowered her head, a few answers flashed in her mind, unwilling to mention those boring and vulgar things, she whispered: "Ben Xiao"
She gently clenched it with her fingers: "I like running around at night, and I like black sheath swords."
like him
Yanji was stunned. She likes Ben Xiao and the Crow Sheath Sword
Of course it's good, but it's different from what he thought.
His horse was already in her lap, and his sword was always in her arms.
I don't know what else to give to her.
He thought about it: "Go to the stable another day, and I'll take you to wash Ben Xiao."
Zi Ning raised his head, and there seemed to be a bright light in his eyes: "Okay"
Do more things with her, always around her.
Then stop looking at other people.
Qian Bi looked at the two of them without making a sound, with a strange look on her face.
After a while, when Yan Ji began to think about brushing the horse, she didn't even look at the beauty picture on the table before she said, "Master, this beauty picture"
You should take a look.
Yan cumAfter recovering, his eyes fell on the face of the woman in the beauty picture again, and after only one glance, he said, "Get ready to go into the mountains tomorrow."
Send Qian Bi away.
Zining put away the paint and painting utensils on the table, and Yanji stood behind her.
He didn't speak, but she could feel his body temperature close at hand, his breath fell on the top of her head, blowing her hair warmly.
Azurite mixed with ochre, just painted a mossy mountain rock, not yet dry, shimmering.
Maybe because she spent a whole day painting, a strange idea suddenly popped up in her mind, wanting to smear paint on his body.
His slender, skeletal hands are painted with cold blue.
Strong arms, coated with cooked brown and charred tea.
The broad shoulders and straight collarbones are painted ocher red.
The chest is painted with gorgeous cinnabar.
The lower abdomen is outlined with titanium white.
Finally
She swallowed.
What is the best color to paint?
Yanji suddenly said above her head: "Ear"
He touched her ear with his fingertips, picked up a strand of hair, and gently twisted it around, as if there was nothing there.
"famous¡¡"
His lips touched.
Zi Ning whimpered, trembled unexpectedly, fell backwards and fell into his arms as he wished.
Yanji hugged her, stretched his hands from behind, and wrapped her arms around her waist.
One big hand was pressed on her flat belly, and the other hand turned her face across, making her turn sideways.
"look at me."
He looked at her and saw that she was no longer struggling to move away, so he let go of his hand on her chin.
"Let me know you, Zining" Yanji leaned on the back of her neck and said hoarsely.
"You tell me, okay?"
Zi Ning's face turned red, but before she answered, Yan Ji gently pushed her from behind, and she fell face down, with her upper body leaning on the painting table.
Beneath her was a stack of snow-white drawing paper, the paints had not been tidied up, spread out beside her, and the sleeves were swept in, stained with gamboge.
Yanji leaned over and pressed down, sticking to her back: "Youyou draw really well."
When he spoke, his voice was as soft as a raving, but his tone was very serious.
Zi Ning lay on the table and tried to turn his head, but was held tightly by him, unable to move.
Yanji leaned against her with half-cast eyes, stretched her hand down, and untied her belt (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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