Feng Qian's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly picked it up, stuffed it into his sleeve indiscriminately, and then continued the unfinished work as if nothing had happened.

Jun Moying narrowed her eyes, and her gaze fell on her sleeve: "What is hidden?" ”

"It's nothing." Feng Qian pretended to be stupid, and his smile was innocent, "It's just a piece of waste paper!" ”

Anyone could tell she wasn't telling the truth.

"Since it's waste paper, what are you doing so quickly?" The corners of Jun Moying's lips slanted slightly, but his gaze was a little sharp.

"Why do I think that Shallow seems to have something to hide from me?"

Hide it from you, big head!

Feng Qian pursed his lips: "It's all said to be waste paper, why do you have to care about this kind of detail?" ”

But she still took out her things in the next second, threw them on the bookcase, ran over and brushed them a few times, and unfolded the paper.

"Since you're so curious, I'll show you. But if you see something that dislikes you, don't be angry, and don't blame me for polluting your eyeballs! ”

Before she could finish speaking, Jun Moying had already seen the contents of the paper—it was a painting.

It was not the same as the painting in the traditional sense, but he had seen it before-at the ceremony of accepting the concubine in the cold night, this little thing gave Long Wei such a painting.

The figure lying quietly on the table is as cute as the one she drew that day, but the object has changed, that time it was Hanxiao and Long Wei, but this time it became him.

And Jun Moying quickly understood why she didn't let him see it at first, and then said that kind of thing when she showed it to him.

What displeased him, what polluted his eyeballs—all because of the creature she had written, the creature that was clearly a pig despite his face!

Although I have to admit that she is very cute, this little thing is clearly scolding him in a different way.

Pig?!

He is a dignified emperor, but in her eyes he has become a pig?!

No matter how good Rao is Jun Moying's cultivation is, he couldn't help but darken his face, and the temples on both sides beat happily.

"I told you a long time ago that it was waste paper, and you have to see it yourself." Feng Qian blinked, looking innocent, "And we said okay, don't be angry after reading it, and you can't blame me for polluting your eyeballs." ”

“……”

After waiting for a long time and not seeing him speak, Feng Qian finally got impatient: "Hey, can I be blamed for this?" If it weren't for your ......"

"When was it drawn?" Jun Moying took a breath and asked firmly.

Feng Qian was stunned and didn't react at once.

Didn't this man still have a dark face just now, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on the city, how could he heal himself in a blink of an eye, and his complexion was still a little unnatural?

She didn't know that the reason why Jun Moying asked this was just to confirm what she was thinking.

On the day Long Wei married Han Xiao, this little thing once said that if he wanted it, she could also make this painting for him. It's just that before I could receive this gift, there was a matter of Concubine Qi.

He thought that this little thing might be using this painting to vent his feelings.

Jun Moying really didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

The first time I received something from her, I somehow became like this, and it was really a "special commemorative" significance.

“…… Two days ago. Feng Qian's eyes wandered for a moment.

Really.

Jun Moying sighed, grabbed her with his long arms, pulled her into his arms, patted her head, and said softly: "Shallow......"