The February equinox flowers originally bloomed well, but when the rain hit, many petals fell. He didn't want to enjoy the scenery, but he was anxiously waiting for Fu Minghua to come over.

He hadn't slept for a long time, but he was very excited.

A wide corner gallery was facing the courtyard, which had been cleaned up at this time, and tables, chairs, and the four treasures of the study room were arranged.

He looked left and right, and then commanded, "The mattress on the chair should be thicker." ”

The chair was covered with a thick mattress, but he always felt a little thin. The people waiting at the post station didn't dare to put their beaks, and they hurriedly hugged the mattress and came over to spread another layer, he repeated this twice, the chair was thicker, he tried it himself and felt satisfied, Fu Minghua came over.

Qi Shao saw the opportunity to lead the maid-in-law who was waiting here, and Mama Jiang did not follow.

The rain fell down the eaves and 'ticked' to the ground, forming puddles of water.

"Yuan Niang sits here."

He moved the chair closer to the table before Fu Minghua came, but he felt that it was still far away, but he couldn't move it anymore.

If she is so smart again, she will definitely be able to see his intentions.

"I've made this chair thicker, can you sit and watch it get warm." Yan Chai propped his hands on the chair and didn't let go, bent over, his eyes looked up at her from the beginning, and then looked down at her after she sat down.

Fu Minghua nodded, his smile was so bad that people blushed inexplicably.

After being watched by him for a long time, Fu Minghua held his breath and was about to speak, when he sat down and pulled a chair closer to her.

There was really nothing to look at after the apricot blossom rain in the courtyard, but Yan Chai took the bowl with water on the side and poured some water into the inkstone.

He didn't move, Fu Minghua thought he wanted to study ink for him, but as soon as he reached out and grabbed the ink strip, he also reached out and held her palm and ink in the palm of his hand.

Fu Minghua's body shook slightly, and he wanted to withdraw his hand while turning his head to look at him.

"Grinding is also exquisite." He smiled, squinted his eyes with a satisfied look, and lowered his head to make eye contact with her: "Do you know who my first enlightenment teacher Yuan Niang is?" ”

"Your Highness." Fu Minghua didn't expect him to hold on to his hand, the day before yesterday was even worse, why did he come again today?

She has always followed the rules, and Yan Chase's actions made her a little uncomfortable.

"Huh?" His voice seemed to come from between his noses, with a slight numbing tremor, as if he had a butterfly in his heart, flapping his wings and flying, the wings flapped to make people's hearts itch, and he couldn't stand scratching his heart and liver.

Yan looked at her, as if she didn't notice her shyness but pretending to be calm.

"What's wrong?"

He leaned over and looked at Fu Minghua with an indescribable look in his eyes.

Fu Minghua struggled for a moment, but he held on.

I didn't see any strength, but she just couldn't break free.

Yan Chai's hands were slender, and he did not have nails like a woman, but they were trimmed very neatly.

His palms were hot, and he quickly warmed her slightly cool palms.

The palm was a little rough compared to the back of her hand, and the calluse in the palm almost cut the back of her hand, which was as delicate as clotted fat.

Fu Minghua was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but think of Cui Guifei's hands, which were a little cold no matter how many times he shook them.

"I was enlightened by Meng Xiaochun, and his old man once said that it is better to grind ink less than more, light and slow." His hand wrapped Fu Minghua's hand, and he watched the ink strip gradually leave a mark in the inkstone, staining the water black.

It's like the breath of his body, transmitted into his own breath. Even when he said Meng Xiaochun, Fu Minghua didn't pay attention.

He turned his head and his eyes fell on the shore of the table, as if he didn't take the matter of shaking Fu Minghua's hand to heart at all, as if he was the only one who cared very much.

"That's not good." Yan thought for a moment and spoke.

Fu Minghua secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she had long felt that this was not good.

Although Mama Jiang and the others were not in front of her, and no one looked this way, even the servants were standing far away with their backs to this side, but she always had an indescribable shyness, although she held back, but in fact, her other hand was already clenched into a fist, and it was trembling gently on her lap.

"Your Highness......"

She was about to speak, but Yan Chai stood up and pushed the chair away with one leg: "It's inconvenient to do this." ”

He stood behind Fu Minghua and spread out his hands, as if he wanted to wrap her in his arms: "I always use one hand to grind ink, and my arm is sore and weak after a long time, I'm afraid you won't be able to endure this hardship." ”

When Fu Minghua saw that it was not good, he reached out and pressed his wrist, and said firmly: "Your Highness, this is very good." ”

Yan Chai looked down at her, she looked up at her, the appearance of apricot eyes and cherry lips, ********.

He didn't sit down, but shook her hand, and made the ink strip turn in the inkstone with a slight effort, until he counted a dozen times, and Yan Chai let go of his hand.

That hand was hot by him, he was not used to it at first, he might as well let go of the cold, and the spring breeze blew it was even colder than Fang Cai.

Yan Chai took the paperweight and pressed the rice paper, and then he unhurriedly admired Fu Minghua's grinding posture.

Her fingers match the ink, and they look even more crystalline.

Inviting her to enjoy the flowers, rain and scenery, but at this time in his heart, she is much more beautiful than this garden scenery.

Yan Chai smiled and whispered in his mouth: "The light red powder hides the shame, and the flowers are very romantic." ”

He clearly appreciates the flowers, but in fact he is a metaphor.

Fu Minghua naturally heard it, and pursed the corners of his mouth, but the roots of his ears were slightly hot.

The more the ink is studied, the color is as black as lacquer, the light is visible, with purple light, it is the Xin'an fragrant ink produced by Shezhou Xin'an.

This is the world's famous ink, carried forward in the hands of the Xi clan, and also died out with the Xi clan.

There is not much left of the inheritance.

The literati and scholars were proud of this ink, and they put it on the desk for decoration and could not bear to use it.

Yan Chai took this ink painting, I am afraid that his enlightenment teacher, the former famous Confucian Meng Xiaochun, will cry out heartache when he sees it.

He also took a vermilion ink and studied it, but after putting down the pen, he painted the corridor and pavilion.

Fu Minghua's face was flushed, and he didn't turn his head to look at him, and when the flush on his cheeks was blown cold by the wind and turned around, Yan Chai had already painted most of it.

He painted a cold-sensitive girl sitting in front of the table, wearing a silver fox fur, but with her hands folded to reveal two pink sleeves, and a few branches of an apricot tree were pulled out of the other side of the railing.

It's just a rough sketch, but Fu Minghua didn't expect him to draw her, and he was a little surprised for a while.

He looked serious, his eyes focused, and he didn't drag his pen into the water, and she was a little entangled in whether to interrupt him.

This kind of Yan Chai is different from him when he was arrogant and young, it seems that the longer he gets along, he can always find those characteristics in him that she didn't find before.

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I'm really serious about asking for tickets.

Look at my sincere eyes......

It's full of inexplicable longings that I don't even know about, love me, are you afraid? (To be continued.) )