"Madame's painting skills are very good, if a man has such painting skills, he has already become famous in the literary forum, and painting must be hard to find. www.biquge.info No wonder my father-in-law was very reluctant to marry my wife to me at that time, I heard that my wife was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, female red embroidery, and also knew the art of medicine and astrology?"

"Draw casually, I'm just a woman, no matter how good I paint, it's useless, and no one appreciates it. The faint words faintly revealed dissatisfaction with the inferiority of men and women, and Helan Qiyou didn't mind.

If Qingxuan is not so annoyed, she should be glad that she married Helan Qiyou, a husband with a different vision from the ordinary world. Because then he picked up the brush she had just put down, dotted a few dots on the inkstone, and began to inscribe on her paintings.

The sparkling beauty is intoxicating, and the smiling face is a city

His handwriting is neat and beautiful, every word and stroke is delicate and handsome, and she is perfect in her own handwriting, and her own handwriting is not as good as his. Regardless of the content of the poem, just looking at the words is already a must.

Looking at the words he wrote, it is not difficult to guess that he must have spent a lot of time copying and learning Wang Xizhi's writings in the Eastern Jin Dynasty in the past, and she also likes Wang Xizhi's words, but it must have taken a lot of hard work to write such beautiful words casually.

"How do I write?"

This word is well written, but the content of the text is so bold and plain, not high-end enough. Ancient and modern literati are accustomed to using artistic conception to convey feelings under the pen and ink, which means that it is okay to write about beauty, but it must not be written into the word beauty, so that people can associate it with metaphorical meaning from gorgeous words, which is high learning.

Helan Qiyou wrote such a poem, which can be said to be ridiculous and generous in the eyes of truly literary literati.

"Fleshy and sour poems, it's better to hide ugliness than to hide clumsy!"

"I write my heart by hand, and I don't want to take the top prize. Besides, Madame smiled and captivated the country and the city, how could I make a mistake?"

He said that her smile could captivate the city, and from his mouth it was outstanding, it would make her laugh, her smile was faint, but Qiyou still caught it.

"Madame is pleased?"

Qingxuan pursed her lips and put away her smile again. "What's there to be happy about, happy that you've ruined my painting?"

"Yes, I ruined Madame's painting, and what should I send to Madame to make amends?"

"Who wants you to send it..."Qing Xuan was about to say that he didn't want him to send something, and his palm spread out in front of her, and there was a thin gold chain on it, strung with a pearl of brilliant color.

It must have been the pearl he had found last time under the water of the rocky beach, and she had refused to her face that day, and she had never thought he would get it back.

"This is the second time I've given the same thing, and it's a bit weak, so if Madame really doesn't want me, I'll throw it away. After saying that, he walked out of the door and was about to throw it, but Qing Xuan grabbed it anxiously.

"Don't throw it away, it's mine, what you give me is mine. ”

"Madame wanted?"

She nodded, and Helan Qiyou put the necklace on him. She wore a breast-length skirt mixed with emerald green at night, and the pearls fell on her front after wearing it, and Helan Qiyou couldn't help but be very satisfied when he saw her wearing a necklace, and he showed a rare, little boy-like smile, and the shallow dimples on his face were revealed. With such a he, even Qingxuan will look at it with a soft heart, and feel.

"I knew this lady must look good in it..."

She didn't respond, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him again, afraid that she would fall little by little, and she would never be able to fully trust him.

He didn't care, picked her up, and walked to the bed.

“... The painting tools and drawings are still in order, and I haven't changed my bedclothes. ”

"I'll collect it tomorrow morning, I don't have to change my clothes, and I won't wear them later. ”

If you still want to resist, you are also blocked by him with kisses one by one.

She felt tired afterwards, but she couldn't sleep anyway. Why did she stay because she thought that being with him would not end well? Is it because she hasn't used him to find what she wants? She wants to find a new place for the dragons to be close to the sea but hidden, in exchange for the dragons to let her go back, so she has been making a false deal with the snake?

Then why did she tell him to hide his old lover's things, and why did her heart hurt like a stab when she saw them?

She pulled up the quilt and quietly slept into the bed, trying to get out of his arms, only to find that her leg was suddenly pressed by another long leg, and her waist was clenched again.

Helan prayed to her hairline and ran her fingers along the long scattered hair.

"Lu'er, you don't have to pay attention to those old things. ”

Qing Xuan's heart couldn't help but tremble, he really had more eyes than her, and he knew so quickly that she had caught him collecting things from his old lover. But he thought he would comfort her like that?

Even if you don't care about old things, there are still a bunch of old people at home!

For that woman, he married so many women who were similar to her, and she was another hurdle that she couldn't cross. There are so many potholes, a relationship with a thousand holes, how can she fill it, and what else do she have to do? Quietly without answering, she closed her eyes and tried to make herself fall asleep.

That shouldn't be difficult because she's really tired.