Well, the picture of Xiao Xiao falling leaves in front of me is also very clear. It's exactly the same as the feeling of wind blowing and falling leaves created by a curve and two leaves in modern variety shows.

Ping Yao wanted to throw the painting out of his hand.

The painting must have been stolen and the bag was lost.

I finally had the opportunity to see the master's work, but it was stolen!

Ping Yao looked up angrily and was stunned again.

In the dimly lit study, behind the stacking of complicated bookshelves, a pair of dark and bright eyes stared at her in the blink of an eye.

It's kind of scary.

Ping Yao quickly reacted after being frightened, that person must be the thief who stole the painting.

Ping Yao's face was calm, and she gently put the painting back into the box, looking cherished. Gently holding the box again, he turned around.

A thin needle slid through the dimly lit room with an invisible silver light towards the back of the bookshelf.

There was a sound of clothes turning, and a dark shadow flew out from behind the bookshelf and towards the window.

Ping Yao's hand shook slightly, and seven silver needles shot towards the window, and the black shadow hurriedly dodged and hit the wall by the window.

The ninth needle had already been shot.

In the middle of the dark shadow's neck. Quickly go limp.

Ping Yao smiled sweetly and hugged the painting, and slowly walked to the black shadow.

When I got closer, I found that the person in front of me who broke into the palace and stole was actually a child about ten years old.

The little guy was glaring at her angrily: "You can't win." ”

His voice was very small, because he was afraid that the palace maids outside would hear it.

Ping Yao chuckled and looked at the little guy with her hand: "But I won." His eyes rolled slightly, "Besides, are you a thief embarrassed to blame me for not being able to win?" ”

The little guy bit his lip and looked at Ping Yao hatefully without speaking.

"Are you angry?" Ping Yao grinned, took out a purse from his sleeve pocket, and took out a piece of candy, "Come, eat a piece of candy to dispel your anger." ”

The little guy pouted: "I won't eat it!" ”

"Don't eat it." Ping Yao stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and touched the little guy behind him.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" The boy was poisoned by the silver needle, and he had no strength to move for a while, so he could only make a backward dodge action, which was extremely funny.

"Take the painting, or else. What can I do, you little brat? Children don't think so badly. ”

The dim light hid the boy's flushed face.

Ping Yao touched the young man's waist, and sure enough, he touched the painting scroll.

took out the painting scroll, untied the silk rope, Ping Yao opened it slowly, and while educating the young man: "If you steal something, you don't leave quickly and want to play a prank, this is not what a good boy should do." ”

By the time she said this, Ping Yao had completely forgotten about the fact that she had asked Qianli to count the money in front of her in the morning.

The young man snorted coldly: "I want you to take care of it." ”

"You want me to take care of it, please let me take care of it." Ping Yao laughed at the scoundrel.

The young man looked at Ping Yao with round eyes. Was this man deliberately angry with him or did he really not understand what he meant?

Ping Yao ignored him. I opened the scroll and looked at it, and the brush sketch was indeed Su Yu's unique technique.

She took a small glass bottle from her sleeve and held it to the tip of the boy's nose. The boy turned his head stubbornly again.

Ping Yao smiled: "This is the antidote, don't you really smell it?" ”

The young man looked at Ping Yao suspiciously.

Ping Yao continued to laugh: "If I want to kill you, do I still need to poison you?" It's full of people out there waiting to kill you. ”

The young man looked proud: "Can they kill me?" ”

"But I can."

The young man looked at Ping Yao in some astonishment. Although the person in front of him smiled beautifully and cleanly, the young man really believed that she could kill him without mercy in a word.

"So, why do I have to go so hard to talk to you about such a hands-on thing as murder. Smell it. I've got a lot of things to do. ”

The boy did not hesitate and sniffed deeply.

Ping Yao smiled and slowly plugged the cap of the bottle. "How do you feel?"

The young man tried to make a move, his eyes instantly brightened, and he pulled out the dagger on his leggings and said to Ping Yao proudly: "The rivers and lakes are sinister, you shouldn't have cured my poison." ”

Ping Yao smiled: "Little guy, you shouldn't believe whatever I say." ”

The young man's face changed instantly, and the hand holding the dagger tightened: "What do you mean?" ”

Ping Yao's face was calm, and he walked away with the box, and he didn't explain much: "If you don't want to die, go to Kunhe Palace and wait for me." I'm busy right now. ”

No longer looking at the young man, Ping Yao knew that he would definitely go to her.

Walked around the rows of bookshelves and walked to the door of the study, where a bunch of palace maids were still waiting. From Ping Yao entering to coming out, it only took ten minutes.

"The girl has found it?!" They surrounded Ping Yao in disbelief, "Where did the girl find it, so fast?" ”

There were so many things in it, they couldn't find it for a long time after searching for it a few times before.

Ping Yao handed the box to a palace maid: "It's inside, it's hard to find." I'll go with you to the princess. ”

"Of course."

Ping Yao walked through the hall again, and when he walked outside the dormitory, he heard Wangque's voice again: "What about the painting, haven't you found it yet?!" Look at what time it is, and what do you want! What about Qianli, she has been there for so long, is she drinking tea with that? ”

The palace maid holding the painting looked at Ping Yao apologetically.

Ping Yao shook her head slightly: "It's okay." With that, he pushed open the two doors of the vermilion and walked in.

The palace maid who was guarding the house saw them and hurriedly spread the word inside: "Princess, they are back." ”

The sound of the bead curtain colliding sounded, and Wangque walked out with an angry face. "Is there any silver out there waiting for you to pick it up? Came back so late! ”

Wangque is also a generation of beautiful women, but he is really not very beautiful when he is angry. Ping Yao couldn't stand it.

Yun Yi should be pulled over, and looking at Yun Yi in front of Yun Yi will definitely pretend to be gentle and lovely.

Ping Yao stepped forward, bowed, and said indignantly: "The princess is angry." The slave maid went to Kunhe Palace to deliver silver just now, guess who you met? ”

Wangque was stunned, and he couldn't care about being angry. "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?!"

Hey, just guess it.

"Isn't it him, I went to Kunhe Palace early in the morning to find that cheap maid, and he talked sweetly in front of the slave maid, he was really not ashamed or impatient. Especially that, who deliberately provoked the slave maid. The slave maid was angry, so she stayed there, and found an opportunity to sprinkle the Jiangzi powder she had brought with her into the water cup of the cheap maid. ”

Ping Yao is smooth and smooth. Wangque listened heartily.

When listening to the first part, Wangque's eyes widened, and he picked the rosewood flower bottle in his hand with one hand. Her ten delicate nails were two inches long and stained with bright red flower juice. With such a pick, the flower bottle was fine, and her nails were almost broken.

Ping Yao looked at her nails in horror. If this breaks, I don't know how long it will take to grow again.