The Third Elder and the Second Elder stood beside Murong Feixue and Ying Qian, almost weathered. Although only the Second Elder knew in advance that Murong Feixue was once the patriarch of the Cat Clan, now, the Third Elder also vaguely guessed something. It's just that he's not sure at all.

Ying Qian turned around, first glanced at Ying Gu, and didn't look at the Lian Mei at all. looked at the spicy outfit, and immediately showed a look of dissatisfaction.

Only then did Ying Qian hear Ying Qian scold at Ying Gu: "What do you look like?" The patriarch's sister, can she show her head like this? ”

Ying Gu lowered his head and muttered: "It's the second elder who said that she is just one person, please let me make up the number, I'm the patriarch's sister, why can't I help......"

Before the second elder could open his mouth to argue a few words for himself, the third elder had already stood up. He bowed his head to Ying Qian and said, "The order of the top ten beauties has been decided, can you invite the ten beauties to go to the painting boat and ask the painter to trace and enter the history books?" ”

Ying Qian looked back at the three elders, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he suddenly said, "I'll trace the portrait of the first place myself!" The second elder will supervise the other ranks, and you should go to my study at once, where two guests have said they want to see you. ”

The three elders were stunned, although they didn't understand the intention of the patriarch's orders, they didn't dare to disobey. He only nodded in agreement, then took his leave and turned around.

Murong Feixue, who was in place, stared at Ying Qian tightly, and couldn't help but tighten her eyebrows. She didn't know what this guy had to say to herself, so she had to deliberately break away from everyone. However, for this patriarch who has been passed down for ninety-nine generations, Murong Feixue still has some patience to listen to him.

When the two arrived at a small waterfront building with a quiet scenery, Ying Qian directly asked Murong Feixue to sit in a bamboo chair. Immediately after, he really began to draw Danqing with pen and paper, and looked at Murong Feixue's outline seriously, eyebrows and eyes, and carefully painted them on the paper.

"I think you were good-looking when you were still the Nine-Tails, full of murderous energy, and no one else can beat you." Ying Qian lowered his head and spoke, his eyes still did not leave the scroll, and the pen and ink in his hand did not stop.

"I think you still look good when you shut up, concentrate on painting, and have no distractions." Murong Feixue didn't even glance at Ying Qian, and only spoke casually. There is no look of Ying Qian in his eyes at all.

Ying Qian was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again. Looking at Murong Feixue's eyes, his gaze became more and more intense.

Surprisingly, the law enforcement elder rushed over at this time. With a hurried look, he walked to Ying Qian's side in a panic. It's just that before he spoke, he first saw Murong Feixue written by Ying Qian. Deng Shi was stunned......

On the scroll, a woman in white sits sideways in a cyan bamboo chair. A soft and boneless body, with a slightly tired look. Looking at the river in the distance, the green silk hangs down the shoulders, and the two strands fall on the chest. More and more taking advantage of her beauty and refinement, it is different.

What is even more amazing is that Murong Feixue in Ying Qian's pen is even vivid, as if the woman on the paper scroll has come to life. It's breathtaking. If it weren't for careful observation and careful experience, the plan would not have been able to be described so vividly.

"Third Elder, you came here in a hurry just to watch me paint?" Ying Qian asked in a low voice while making a mark.