"Liang Aiqing, let's start."

Xi Lianye whispered the order, reclined on the chair, pressed the head of the forgotten life on his chest, and the forgetting heard his heartbeat, so slow and heavy, beating a little, and waiting for the next sound, it would be a long, long wait.

Only then did she notice that Bai Yu was not wearing a snow-white robe today, but instead wore a light blue official uniform, tied her hair with a hosta, and placed a wolf paintbrush, a carved table and scroll rice paper in front of her. He held a paintbrush in his hand, looked at the two people in front of him, there was no wave in his eyes, one hand teased his wide sleeve, and the other hand was like a dragon and snake swimming on the paper, painting.

Bai Yu is painting for them.

Xi Lian hugged Su Wangsheng overnight, and saw her eyes staring at Su Wangsheng without blinking, her face was a little hazy, and the hand on her waist pinched it hard, she was shocked by pain, but she bit her lip and didn't make a sound.

She has a strong self-control, no matter how much pain and impact she receives, she can control herself not to make any sound, and now it is, it used to be, even when she was flushed on the bed and took the impact and possession of herself, she was so stubborn to bite her lip.

Xi Lian thought overnight that this lip would be bitten by her one day, so he would taste it a few more times before biting it. No matter how beautiful something is, if it is broken, it is worthless, and he will choose to throw it away.

Time flows in silence, Bai Yu paints extremely fast, the painting style is extremely elegant and beautiful, his Xi Lianye is a man who dominates the world that is difficult to find, and his Su Wangsheng is a woman on the right who is extremely beautiful.

Such a unique match in the world is the same as the two people, printed in the painting, the man's eyes are persistently looking at the woman in his arms, and the woman's eyes are looking at the distant front with some obsession.

Bai Yu looked at this painting, smiled, bent down to present it, looked at it for a long time overnight, and ordered it to be framed and hung up, and hung it in the main hall of this cold palace.

After finishing the painting, Bai Yu saluted and retired, and Xi Lian hugged Su Wangsheng's body overnight, and walked towards the bed, and seemed to smile in a voice that the three of them could hear, "Ugly, I like to listen to your call, the louder you scream, the better, otherwise, I will not be satisfied." ”

He smiled, forgetting to see his triumphant face.

Bai Yu left, his body was shocking, he stepped on solid footsteps, and went straight to the door, forgetting his life and stubbornly thinking that it was pretending to be strong, and Bai Yu, who went out, would definitely not be able to steady his footsteps, and he would go desolate.

But what she didn't know was that Su Baiyu had already made a decision at the beginning of the moment she saw this, and she would take Ah Sheng away no matter what.

Since, Ah Sheng likes himself......

Bai Yu thought so, paced at a slow pace, and under the escort of ten masters, she went back to her bedroom, looking at the bright moon in the night, she thought, Ah Sheng may also be looking at this moon, even if it is under that man......

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Xi put Su Wusheng on the bed overnight, staring at her hideous left, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Angry?" His fingers caressed her left side, touching the strange touch of the fast birthmark, which was ugly on the outside, but unusually smooth to the touch, "Is Concubine Ai satisfied with the painting made by Painter Liang?" ”

She took his hand away, "Don't touch me." ”

"Afraid?"

"What are you doing here again?" Wangsheng was not afraid of him, and looked at him with bright eyes, "The emperor's luck is too good, and he just made a sign and lifted me?" ”

"Nature." He pursed his lips with a confident expression, and pressed towards her, "I haven't seen you for a day, do you want to die?" ”

She felt that this sentence was a bit ridiculous, so she remained silent.

He sniffed the aroma in her neck, and said with a smile: "Ah Ugly has a heart." ”

Forgetting his life, he looked confused, "What does the emperor mean?" ”

"It's my favorite spice smell," he said, bringing his nose closer, the tip of his nose fixed on her collarbone, his lips sucking into her white neck, his fingers reaching into her clothes, roaming over her back, the thin calluses of his fingers slightly irritating her delicate skin, her face shivering, her face flushed.