As a full face control, Yu Zhaohua has a little bit of a heart.

But fortunately, Yu Zhaohua reined in time from the precipice: although she is a nymphomaniac, she can't be a with a face that doesn't know what she looks like.

Luo Jiuyuan is now at best a "Schrödinger's handsome guy", and before he takes off his mask, no one knows whether Luo Jiuyuan is incomparably handsome or ugly.

For this face to be a nymphomaniac, Yu Zhaohua deeply felt a little "that".

Yu Zhaohua collected his heart in time, quickly withdrew his hand, sat up straight and smiled at Luo Jiuyuan: "Okay, okay, it's done!" Do you want to look in the mirror? ”

Before Luo Jiuyuan could answer, Yu Zhaohua quickly put the bronze mirror back that had been pushed out: "Otherwise, you still won't look at it, right?" ”

Luo Jiuyuan hadn't seen what he looked in the mirror yet: "Why don't you let me see it?" ”

Yu Zhaohua smiled "hehe" and simply hugged the mirror in his arms: "Because I'm worried that you won't like it." ”

Luo Jiuyuan was speechless: "Don't you let me see me, I like it?" ”

"That's not going to happen," Yu Zhaohua always had an unusual honesty when facing Luo Jiuyuan, and he didn't dare to be a demon in front of Luo Jiuyuan: "It's just that, since you can't see it, I can cover my ears and steal the bell." ”

Luo Jiuyuan: "You are reasonable. ”

Yu Zhaohua thought that Luo Jiuyuan was praising her, and nodded again and again: "That's right." ”

Since Yu Zhaohua didn't let Luo Jiuyuan see it, Luo Jiuyuan simply let her go, and let Yu Zhaohua hold the bronze mirror tightly in his arms and not let go.

Seeing that Luo Jiuyuan no longer asked, Yu Zhaohua let go of his hand a little and looked at Luo Jiuyuan's hairstyle.

"Jiuyuan, why don't I comb your hair for you?"

Anyway, the painter hasn't come yet, and Yu Zhaohua should be relieved.

"My hair is messed up?"

"Mmmm, the crown is a little crooked."

Yu Zhaohua said to Luo Jiuyuan's upright hair crown.

Fortunately, Luo Jiuyuan didn't care about this, and tacitly accepted that Yu Zhaohua could do whatever he wanted on his head.

Yu Zhaohua got up happily, took the bone comb, and gently took off Luo Jiuyuan's hair crown first, and the long hair flowed like ink in Yu Zhaohua's hands.

"Why is the hair so good?" Yu Zhaohua couldn't help but touch it: "I don't know what kind of care is usually used?"

With this long hair, I don't know what it will look like to lose into good-looking braids. ”

Yu Zhaohua touched it again.

Luo Jiuyuan's long black hair was very docile in Yu Zhaohua's hands, forming a strong contrast and contrast with its owner.

Yu Zhaohua has excellent thoughts and skillful hands. After a while, Luo Jiuyuan's long black hair was tied up by the jade crown, and there was a strange feeling on his mask and lips smeared with salvae.

The reason why it is called a monster is not because it is strange, but because it is so good-looking, it is easy to think that this person is definitely not an ordinary person.

Even Yu Zhaohua, who had seen so many handsome guys, was a little surprised at this moment: Luo Jiuyuan was sitting in the gazebo, and there was a leisurely breeze blowing his clothes and ink-colored hair, because he was wearing a mask, so it added a bit of mystery that others did not have.

In a word: it's good-looking!

Xiao Tang hurriedly came back with the painter, and saw Yu Zhaohua and Luo Jiuyuan facing each other, sitting like two puppets, neither of them saying a word.

"Miss," Xiao Tang mustered up the courage to walk in front of Yu Zhaohua: "The painter is here." ”

Yu Zhaohua came back to his senses, touched his nose, hid his embarrassment, and got up to beckon the painter to come over: "Old man, you come and sit here." ”

This painter's surname is Xu, and he is the most famous painter in Shangjing.

Yu Zhaohua spent three times as much money to invite his old man over.

Painter Xu originally thought that he was just here to draw characters, but he didn't expect Luo Jiuyuan, the dignified high priest, to also be present.

He immediately put down the painting box and was about to kowtow to Luo Jiuyuan, but Luo Jiuyuan stretched out his hand to stop him: "You don't have to salute, don't do it." ”

Yu Zhaohua also pulled Master Xu to sit down: "What you have to do today is to draw a few portraits of our high priest, and don't worry about the rest." ”

Painter Xu nodded tremblingly, sat down and opened the painting box, and Xiao Tang and Yu Zhaohua watched and worked beside him.

Luo Jiuyuan's hand was stuffed with a toothbrush by Yu Zhaohua, pretending to have just been taken out of the box, and he didn't move, as if he had cast a spell.

The dignified high priest was so "well-behaved" that Master Xu's pen almost didn't hold it steady.

Xiao Tang stood next to him and snickered secretly, not surprised at all: her young lady is so powerful, even the high priest has to give her young lady enough face.

"Painter Xu, how long does it take to paint such a picture?"

Yu Zhaohua walked to the side and asked.

"It's—at least two hours." Painter Xu thought for a moment and hurriedly replied.

It's been sitting still for so long......

Yu Zhaohua looked at Luo Jiuyuan apologetically: Although Luo Jiuyuan's legs are inconvenient and he needs to sit in a wheelchair all year round, it must be very hard to do it motionless for two hours.

Yu Zhaohua looked at Luo Jiuyuan apologetically, folded his hands and pleaded: "I know it's really tiring, but I still bother you to bear with it, after two hours, you can do whatever you want, okay?" ”

In fact, Luo Jiuyuan didn't think it was hard to sit like this for two hours: he usually practiced meditation, and sometimes he sat all day without moving.

But since Yu Zhaohua said so, he naturally wanted to "beat the snake with the stick", nodded slightly, and agreed to Yu Zhaohua.

The latter didn't know that he was calculated by the "cunning" Luo Jiuyuan, and his impression of Luo Jiuyuan rose in surprise: this person seems to be really good.

In the next two hours, no one in the pavilion spoke, only the sound of Xu painter when he put down his pen, and as time passed, Luo Jiuyuan on the painting paper gradually appeared, lifelike, every strand of hair, every inch of robe. Yu Zhaohua, who watched it, was dumbfounded.

"Miss, Painter Xu's painting is so beautiful!"

"Do you know why?"

Yu Zhaohua lowered his voice and asked.

"Why?" Xiao Tang waited for Yu Zhaohua to give an answer.

"Because it's expensive!"

Yu Zhaohua took a deep breath to calm his mood.

"How expensive?" Tachibana's eyes widened.

"Just this painting, eight hundred taels of silver, and a gift," Yu Zhaohua covered his heart: "You said this price, can it not be expensive?" It really hurts me. ”

This upfront investment is also too expensive.

"Don't worry, miss, you'll definitely make a lot of money after a while!"

"That's a must," Yu Zhaohua clenched his fists: "I've made a lot of money, but don't let me lose all my money!" ”