Yu Yan pushed the door in, and saw that Ye Mingzhu was wearing a very gorgeous dress, with a white upper body and a peacock golden feather on the lower body, holding a pipa in her hand, looking up at her.

Yu Yan put down the medicine and turned around to leave, but Ye Mingzhu stood up and whispered, "Yu Yan, you turn around." ”

Yu Yan had to turn around and look at her. Ye Mingzhu looked her up and down, twisted her eyebrows, walked quickly to Yu Lixiao's side, put her hands around his neck, and whispered: "Lord Wang, you painted her!" Mingzhu is going to be angry, why do you draw her on Mingzhu? ”

Yu Lixiao raised the painting in his hand, didn't look at Yu Yan, and said lightly: "Is it her?" Why can't this king see it? ”

"That's her!" Mingzhu finger painted the woman's face and looked at Yu Yan with displeasure.

"Mingzhu's eyes are not good, go down." Yu Lixiao pushed her hand away, and his tone turned cold.

Ye Mingzhu's face changed slightly, she didn't dare to say more, she hugged the pipa, and quickly retreated.

"Come here, look at the painting of this king, how it compares to you." He raised his eyes to look at Yu Yan, and his tone was calm.

"Slaves can't draw." Yu Yan poured out the medicine and pushed it in front of him, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at his painting, which showed a woman standing on the carriage, pulling the reins, her white dress was fierce, her long hair was flying in the wind, she was bare, she was bare, her ankles were buckled with red ropes, and golden bells were falling.

It's very well drawn, and it's very close to her style, and it looks like it's intentional!

Yu Yan couldn't figure out his thoughts, so she carefully dealt with him, and said softly: "The prince's magic pen." ”

He sneered, lifted her jaw with his pen, stared into her eyes and said in a dumb voice, "You're still talking a lie." ”

The corners of Yu Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and she whispered, "Don't dare." ”

His eyes suddenly sank, and he swiped the pen on her lips, and said coldly: "This king sees that you don't dare to do anything!" ”

There was ink on the pen, and she drew a mustache for her, Yu Yan took two steps back, looked at him in amazement, and wiped it with her hand, but the more she wiped it, the darker it became, and her face was covered with this ink stain.

"If you think this king is ugly, this king will make you ugly." He sneered and took a book of soldiers out to read.

Damn, Yu Yan really wants to splash ink on his face! The room had a sweet aroma, she looked over, there were a few plates of delicate pastries on the small table, and she only ate half a cold and hard steamed bun, and her stomach rumbled again.

"That's Shuyu Zhai's pastry, eat it." He spoke suddenly, lightly.

"Slaves are not hungry! The prince, please drink the medicine, it's not good if it's cold. Yu Yan retracted her gaze and urged in a low voice.

He raised his eyes and stabbed her, picked up the medicine bowl, and drank it all. Yu Yan went to look at his hand again, so slender and perfect, the masked man's hand, she never had a chance to look at it carefully, in her impression, there was a shallow scar on the thumb of that hand, she had touched it, but Yu Lixiao was wearing a black jade wrench, and she couldn't see it.

"Bring the pastry." He didn't lift his head, but said in a dumb voice.

Yu Yan picked a plate of the most unpalatable looking and brought it to him, "Lord Wang, please use it." ”

"Do you only do rough work with your hands? Didn't learn the skill of serving a man at all? He looked up at her, furrowed his eyebrows, and asked in a dumb voice.

Yu Yan immediately picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, not to see if it blocked his mouth, making him hateful, so many beauties, staring at her.