Among the many women Jiang Changan knows, except for the fairy An who sees the head and the tail, Situ Yuning's height is undoubtedly the most prominent one, almost on par with him, and the lower body is slender, a pair of beautiful legs are invisible in the bright light, the complexion is crystal clear, soft as jade, almost no pores, the powder is greasy and delicate, the texture is delicate and the flesh is symmetrical, and the proportions of the body can be perfect.

Jiang Changan saw his toes from his head to his toes, and he really interpreted the true meaning of Sven scum, and there seemed to be no disagreement in his eyes, that is, he was appreciating the most beautiful things in the world.

Seeing his eyes fluttering, Situ Yuning's whole body couldn't help but twist slightly, feeling that this light in his eyes was like substance, and it didn't touch his skin, but he was even more nervous, his toes like shells and jades were tense and shrunken one by one, his face was hot, his eyes were rolling, and he blamed softly: "You are a disciple, you will only shame me like this?!"

Jiang Changan spread his hands and smiled: "It's no wonder to me, Her Royal Highness the princess said at the dinner that she was unwell and left, and the villain happened to be a Dan master who knew some medical science, and the so-called tricks of looking, smelling, asking, and cutting when seeing a doctor were not proficient, but these four tricks The villain is not proficient in learning and art, and only knows how to read ......."

"Phew, it's just full of nonsense!" Situ Yuning smiled: "Can you keep looking at it like this?"

She just said it casually, but saw a treacherous smile on the corner of Jiang Changan's mouth: "Of course you can watch it all the time, just a little means?"

"By what means?"

Jiang Changan didn't answer, he brought the table, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and all kinds of paints were ready, Situ Yu was stupid, as if he had discovered a new world and had to stare at him: "You can still paint?"

Jiang Changan pretended to be a master, stroked his non-existent long hair, and pretended to be old: "I understand a little." ”

"Well, now that the name of your fourth prince Jiang is not inferior to Ling Wufeng on the first day of Dongzhou, let His Royal Highness see that your painting is comparable to the hundred beautiful pictures in the Perfect Mountain Villa?"

Situ Yu simply let it go, compared to Ling Wuji, she just said casually, just hope that the final painting of this disciple can be seen to be a woman.

Jiang Chang'an dipped his pen in ink, waved like flying, the wild cursive calligraphy he learned was used in it, the pen was decisive and capable, the pen was sometimes vigorous and sometimes soft, in less than half an hour, I heard him put down the pen and smiled:

"It's done!"

Jiang Changan displayed the entire scroll in front of Situ Yuning, and hung it horizontally in the center of the room with his hand raised, the ink still dry.

The smile on Situ Yuning's face suddenly froze-

The painting is painted, the incense bed brocade quilt, the beauty rests slightly, the face looks like a living person living in the painting, her appearance is portrayed exactly the same, vivid, the cheeks are red and smoky, the smile is moving, the most worth mentioning is her pair of eyes, like a wisp of white mist on the Fengyue Lake, willow eyebrows like smoke, bright eyes, with infinite style.

If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain. Stretch the neck and show the neck, and the quality is exposed.

Looking down, the thin light veil did not cover several key points, like clouds and mist wrapped in the peaks, the beauty of the mountain was exposed, and under the Qingqiu Plain, the grass color was close but there was nothing, just like holding the pipa, attracting endless reverie and throbbing.

Jiang Changan's brush kung fu is already good, redundant and thin, painting is ripe when it is raw, the beginning and end are never delayed, concise and capable, just looking at it, it makes people want to stop.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, are you still satisfied?" I don't know when, he has gone around her back, his hands gently wrapped around the willow waist, and his cheeks were on her face: "If you like it, from now on, I will paint a picture for you every year, until it is hung all over this Ying'an Que, and a hundred beautiful pictures will be achieved, and when you and I are old, we will ......"

Before he finished his words, Situ Yuning had already turned around and kissed him, kissed him deeply, and did not separate until he was about to lose his breath, his tears were crystal clear, and he was so moved that he couldn't be more moved: "Deng, you want me to ......"

The beauty whispered, like crying.

Fuck Sven!

Jiang Changan rudely ripped off the tulle, picked up the beautiful jade body, and walked towards the incense bed.

For a time, the beautiful scenery of the good day is full of spring.

The swaying of the boat gradually stopped in the second half of the night, and the beautiful cry of the yellow warbler on the lake gradually stopped.

The room was in a mess, not only the brocade blanket on the bed, but also the jade teacups on the table, the blue and white porcelain on the windowsill, or the glass mirror on the dresser, all of which were set aside, and even the curtains in front of the windows were torn off and torn in half, making it particularly messy.

The window was halfway open, and the cold wind broke into the room with the silver glow of the stars and moon, adding a bit of coolness to the hot room.

Situ Yuning collapsed on his chest like a puddle of mud, the cherry mouth opened slightly, panting, the fine sweat on his cheeks was wrapped in green silk, and after the madness, he was all intoxicated and satisfied.

Jiang Changan pillowed one hand behind his head, caressed his satin-like soft back with the other, and said with a smile: "You have spent a lot of effort to please my mother, right?"

Situ Yuning raised her face lazily, as if she was full of grievances and finally found someone to confide in: "The first time I saw my uncle and aunt, where did I have the courage to be lazy? That bitter licorice is just that, just spend more money and two, the second volume of the "Great Moo Buddha Sutra" has been hidden in the hands of the group of lamas in the Mi cultivation world, and I can't get the money, if it weren't for my father who opened the golden mouth and gave the holy oracle, where could I get it......

"I've wronged you...... too"

"With your words, even the grievances are worth it. She smiled and said, "You taught me the right medicine." My aunt likes scriptures, my uncle likes tea and soup, and my eldest sister is arrogant and can't be guessed by common sense, so she has to use some means to provoke the law, as for the eldest brother Jiang Xiaoru...... is the only person you think is inferior to him, and he can't give him things like he is smart, and it's best to be sincere. ”

Jiang Changan smiled slightly, Situ Yuning's mind was extremely intelligent among women, and he was not surprised at all to come up with such a method.

She suddenly asked, "It's just ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just that Lu Qinghan and Lu Holy Maiden don't seem to be surprised by my existence at all, why?"

Of course Jiang Changan knew why, as early as in Jingzhou, Lu Qinghan could clearly hear the movement of the two people in the Nine Yin Jar, where would there be an accident?

Situ Yuning raised his eyebrows and said: "Xiao Ruoruo doesn't need to say much, she and I have long been familiar with each other, but where did you deceive Su Shangxuan's sister? That little Nizi is worried, and she has always been like a great enemy to me." ”

As she spoke, she stretched out a jade and pointed at the center of his eyebrows: "You, you, gave birth to a pair of peach blossom eyes, but also brought a peach blossom debt, I am also a miserable life, how could I meet you, a disciple......

"Bitter life, the princess didn't say that in front of the window just now, do you want me to help you recall?"

Situ Yuning exclaimed "ah", and his hands touched Qingqiu Yuan unregularly, gradually going deep with his bare hands. Ashamed and afraid, just tossing and turning his body and bones are about to fall apart, how can this be good?

At the critical moment, a gentle call was poured on the top of the two people's heads like a basin of cold water:

"Big bad, you...... Did you sleep?"