Feng Qian felt inexplicable, punched him in the chest, and raised his chin: "Jun Moying, what did you eat today?" ”

In fact, she wanted to say, what medicine did you take wrong?

It's just that this man is currently in a stage of uncertainty, she doesn't want to step on that fuse, and directly detonate him after a while, it's not her who is unlucky?

Feng Qian endured it for a long time before she resisted the urge to raise her hand to touch his forehead again.

"I'm sober!" Jun Moying frowned gloomily.

How many times does he have to say it before this little thing can believe that he is in a state that is too normal to be normal anymore?

"Okay okay, you're sober, very sober!" Feng Qian nodded solemnly, but it made people feel extremely perfunctory.

"Let's not talk about it, it's all over. Will you paint for me now, Junda Painter? ”

It's really in the past.

Even if there was anger and astringency, it all disappeared after he finished saying what he said in the morning.

It's strange, no more explanation is needed, as long as he says that he has not touched Concubine Qi and there will be no one else in the future, it is enough for her to believe this man.

She knew very well that with this man's character, he disdained to lie. What's more, he doesn't need to lie at all.

"Junda Painter?" The corners of Jun Moying's eyes twitched.

Feng Qian smiled and said, "Yes, are you very satisfied with this title?" You don't have to thank me too much, I'll just praise it. ”

Jun Moying helped his forehead and turned around silently.

Walking to the desk, he carefully brushed the paper on it, then folded it again and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Feng Qian's eyes widened and he watched in surprise as he moved.

Is this man going to ...... Treasure that "pig", right?

it! Could it be that because he's the main character in the painting, he doesn't even care about the species or anything?

Feng Qian trembled.

Jun Moying picked up the wolf hair that was resting there, paused, and then said, "What do you want me to paint?" ”

Feng Qian thought for a while: "Anything can be done." The jewelry was very beautiful before, and the headdress was especially beautiful! But those things are not in a hurry, why don't you draw something else first, such as birds and animals, plants, flowers and trees, etc.? ”

"Flying, fowl, walking, beast?" Jun Moying raised his eyebrows, and said these four words strangely, with a subtle expression for a moment.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly hooked the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "Well, this is a good idea." ”

Feng Qian looked dazed.

Jun Moying pointed to a stool not far from him: "Qianqian, go and sit there, call you when the painting is finished." ”

"Oh." Feng Qian nodded dumbly, just as he was the kind of god-level painter who couldn't be disturbed by anyone when painting, he did as he said without any rebuttal.

She propped her head on one hand and stared at the long, slender man for a moment.

To say that this man is really blessed.

Look at this little face, that eyebrows, that eyes, which part is not a carefully outlined work of art?

In addition, he is an emperor who holds imperial power and is above tens of thousands of people, which is simply ...... Fighter in the rich and handsome!

Feng Qian hurriedly retracted his thoughts, no, no, I can't think about it anymore, if I think about it again, I will have a nosebleed!

Hurriedly stared at him intently as he painted.

I saw the man with his eyes down, his expression was faint, but there was a trace of rippling arc light in his narrow phoenix eyes, shining brightly.

With the movements of his pen, the bright yellow wide sleeves continue to dance on the snow-white paper, and the visual stimulation of the two phases reflects the blood of the people.