The news of Mo Chuan's departure quickly reached Chu Shaoyang's ears. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Keep an eye on Liuyunxuan for this king, no matter what man there is, as long as he dares to set foot in Liuyunxuan, he will immediately come and tell this king!"

Chu Shaoyang called the captain of the secret guard he had carefully trained and commanded sharply.

This group of secret guard elites was originally ordered to guard the Drunken Flower Pavilion and protect Shen Biyun's safety, but now that he was angry, they were all transferred out and stationed around Liuyun Xuan.

He wanted to see what else dared to hit his woman's idea!

The captain of the dark guard took the order, and his heart was secretly strange.

Don't they all say that the tip of the prince's heart is the side concubine? Why is it that in the blink of an eye, the unfavored princess is about to fly up the branch and become a phoenix?

Chu Shaoyang stayed alone in Taohuawu, and he didn't go to the Drunken Flower Pavilion to visit Shen Biyun for several days.

He was upset and didn't want to see anyone, even his personal companion Xiao Anzi and his henchman Steward Xu were turned away by him.

In the past, whenever he was upset, as long as he stayed in Taohuawu for a few days, he would relieve his mood, but this time it didn't work.

The more he lived, the more upset he became.

He missed Shen Biyun, but he never went to the Drunken Flower Pavilion.

Because he wanted to see her, but he did not dare to see her.

What's wrong with him?

Every time he wanted to see Shen Biyun, another face would always appear in front of his eyes, and it was the owner of that face that made him uneasy and short-tempered.

Several times, he impulsively wanted to pull out the spirit snake soft sword, rushed into Liuyun Xuan and killed the woman with a sword.

If she died, he wouldn't be so irritable, and he would be able to love the woman he loved wholeheartedly and never feel shameless again.

But as soon as he thought of the threat of the mysterious man, he hated it.

"Shen Ning, this king will not kill you! Do you want to divorce this king, and still make peace with this king? You are dreaming! This king will slowly torture you until you kneel to this king and beg for mercy!"

Chu Shaoyang had a calm face, spread out a blank piece of paper expressionlessly, and lifted the pen.

The pen is ethereal, quickly sketched on the paper, and an ink portrait soon jumps onto the paper.

Since he can't see the woman he loves, he can always draw her portrait to talk about comfort.

Chu Shaoyang stared at the portrait of his pen that had not dried and couldn't help but be stunned.

He painted Shen Biyun, yes, but it was the seven or eight-year-old Shen Biyun who rescued him from the lake eight years ago.

It was the most profound picture in his memory.

It was that she was as wet as a chicken in soup, her wet hair was draped all over her face, only a pair of big watery eyes were revealed, and the tears in her eyes kept rolling down, holding his hand and telling him not to die.

Eight years later, she is beautiful.

She also earned the title of Kyoto's No. 1 beauty.

As a man, who doesn't want their beloved girl to be as beautiful as a flower?

He's certainly no exception.

His eyes fell on the little girl on the picture for a long time, and somehow, his heart suddenly moved.

She grew up and became more beautiful, but he sensed that something was wrong.

Chu Shaoyang lifted the pen again, the sleeves of his robe flicked, and the ink was splashed.

He drew quickly, and the delicate and elegant face of a girl on the drawing paper gradually revealed his eyebrows.

Her black hair hung down her shoulders, she held a peach blossom branch in her bare hands, and smiled back.

Although it was only a glimpse, he remembered it vividly, and when he painted it on the paper at this time, he felt more and more that the girl's eyes were flowing and her charm was natural.