Mai Fu secretly glanced at Niangniang, she didn't find anything, everything was normal.

Luo Beixing heard a ding-dong sound, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was the exclusive footsteps of Xiao Baozi, and this was the sound when he ran in a hurry.

The ink head was raised high, and his face was flushed, looking at the falling star.

She put down the book, leaned over, and touched his head, "Are you hungry?" ”

"Would you like something to eat?"

Ink looked at the dance offering and nodded, the small appearance was very cute.

She patted the concubine down, "Sit here." ”

One big and one small, very comfortable, but this style of painting is a bit scary, the two are eating unscrupulously, a bunch of mess on the ground, and the dance offering is hurriedly cleaned up.

Although the ink was eating, he looked at the direction of the palace gate, he was waiting for his arrival, and he didn't see the figure he wanted, and his face was wrinkled, cute.

Luo Beixing's attention is all on the book, and now the little bun is different from the past, there is nothing that he can't rest assured, and occasionally pinching his face, which is very comfortable.

The time of the three teas has passed, and the ink is a little disappointed, why hasn't he come over yet, and a pair of bright eyes have dimmed, will it not come.

Impossible, he promised, and he also pulled the hook, whoever missed the appointment was a puppy, staring at the door motionless, for fear that it would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Wu Fu naturally noticed the ink's move, she remained silent, and her heart couldn't help but be anxious, it's been this hour, why haven't you come here yet, if it is usual, it should be over.

I couldn't help but get nervous, and prayed in my heart, "Come on, come quickly." ”

A shrill voice came, "The emperor has arrived!" ”

The book in his left hand fell, the grapes in his right hand fell, and he watched the ivory-white figure come over.

The heart of the dance offering is no longer nervous, and it is good to come.

The ink saw the figure, came down from the concubine, and went straight to the ivory-white figure, "Father." ”

It's good that it's always here, it's not a puppy now.

Mo Yubai has been looking at the heartless woman, and her gaze has been on my body since she came in, and the corners of her mouth can't help but tilt slightly.

"Dumbfounded."

Mo Yubai picked up the ink, this thing has been done hundreds of times, at first because he couldn't hold the child, he was ridiculed by the woman, but now he has come easily.

The ink was wrapped around his neck, and his eyes were curved into crescents.

Luo Beixing swallowed his saliva, the tyrant is a little dazzling to wear like this, he actually wore ivory white, the first time I saw it.

A crescent white brocade robe is cut and fitted, the posture is thin and straight, and the steps are gentle, such as the Zhilan jade tree, the light wind and the moon, indescribable noble and elegant, poetic and picturesque.

The silk-like black hair was tied up high, tied with a golden hair crown, and only a few strands of jet-black hair were hanging from the ears, swaying gently in the wind, like a willow in spring, elegant and elegant.

There was a bit of warmth in the smile on his face, which added a bit of evil charm to his temperament.

This is simply like a different person, the temperament is completely different, warm as jade, like a spring breeze.

The is over, but she hasn't forgotten that although the "hatred" between the two no longer hurts, she just can't let go of the mustard in her heart.

I still deeply remember that he ordered to beat himself fifty boards, and I can't forget it for a long time.

Her eyes narrowed, she hadn't come over for so long, but she came here today, what was the conspiracy?

Still smiling with a bright face, who do you want to charm?

Summoning beauties every day these days, it should be haggard, how can I get more and more energetic, this is unreasonable.

So, what exactly did he come for?

Luo Beixing made up some pictures in his mind.

Mo Yubai rubbed his shoulders gently, "I was wrong, don't be angry, okay." ”

The eyes were complaining, the face was flattering, all she said was praise for her, and she kept muttering, "I was wrong, I was wrong." ”

There are all beautiful men around Luobeixing, almost a dozen, hugging left and right, at ease.

If you don't like him, kick him.

The tyrant's mouth was full of blood, lying on the carved carpet, miserable, and he looked at himself pleadingly.

In the end, he was not even given a look.

Coming back to his senses, he suppressed his smile, of course, it was just imagination.

Mo Yubai's eyes were full of smiles, although she hadn't said a word yet, judging from her expression, she seemed to be very happy, and she was secretly smiling just now.

Getting closer and closer, until they walked to her side, a deep voice sounded, "Stunned? ”

Luo Beixing stuck out his tongue, "Shameless." ”

I didn't want to give him a look, just now I was just a nymphomaniac, I just looked at him one more time, so shameless, and asked "Are you stunned?" ”

Because of how good-looking he looks, he is amorous.

She bent down, picked up the little book on the ground, and patted the dirt.

said lightly: "The concubine is just reading and reading."

Oh, I don't admit it yet, just now it was clear that you had an infatuation in your eyes, and in the blink of an eye, she didn't recognize anyone, it was her character.

Her expression just now was enough to illustrate.

"What are you reading?"

The concubine collapsed very much, Luo Beixing was half lying aside, Mo Yubai put the ink aside, and did it himself.

It was a little crowded all of a sudden, and Luobeixing's face didn't change, and he wanted to kick him down.

"The Villain Book."

He frowned, what kind of book is this, how come he has never heard of it, he has read countless books, but he has never heard of it.

Looking at her serious look, she was angry, I don't know who was crying to death, but people came, but she pretended to be cold.

Leaning forward, he read the book very fast, and he had already finished reading the page.

"It turned out to be a book of love and love."

He couldn't help laughing, reading this book, did he want to learn some experience?

From the time she came in to the present, she has made him very satisfied with her performance.

After taking a closer look at her face, compared to before, she was indeed a little haggard, and her eyes were a little red, it seemed that the ink was right.

Die to save face and suffer sin, knowing that he is wrong, he still stubbornly refuses to admit it.

Although Luo Beixing was holding a book in his hand and his eyes were also looking at the book, his mind had already flown elsewhere, and he didn't read a word, there was a tyrant next to him, how could she read it.

The ink blinked his eyes, looked at the two of them, and there was a trace of mist in his eyes, "My father is here, why are you still reading?"

Actually, after saying that after letting the ink be called the mother of the North Star, the ink does not speak, it doesn't matter if the North Star falls, it can be called anything, anyway, the little bun is his own.

Look, in just a few days, he has abandoned himself towards the tyrant.

Oops, her heart hurts.

"Hongu likes to watch it."

Seeing the foggy eyes with ink, her heart softened, and she touched his head, "What's wrong?" Do you have to take care of reading books? ”

Ink raised his head, "But my father is here." ”

What if he comes?

"I want to paint."

The hands on her head stiffened, she still remembered that when she was making samples, these two people were not less tormented, motionless, and posing for more than an hour, and the process was difficult.

Every time the ink looked at herself, she said in a soft and glutinous voice, with fog in her eyes, she couldn't accept it, and she agreed in a daze.

This time, I couldn't say anything anymore, it was too painful, and I couldn't slow it down for a long time.

She squinted, it shouldn't be the tyrant's idea again!

"If you want to paint, you can, your father is not here, you let him teach you."

The ink tugged at her sleeve, "But ,......"

Luo Beixing interrupted him in time, "This palace knows, you can do whatever you want, and it won't stop you." ”

Then he said to the tyrant: "The ink wants to paint, the emperor, don't you show a little?"

I'm not afraid of him now, she's a grudge-holder.

"That's right, dance offerings, give the emperor a wreath."

Wu Confession's heart trembled, Niang Niang is doing death.

"Yes, sissy."

He didn't smile, "You may not understand the meaning of ink, he said, draw as before." ”

She knew that she was here to pit herself.

"Your Majesty, the concubines are useless people now, and they can't sit, let alone stand."

His hands were clenched into fists, and looking at her indifferent attitude, there would still be anger.

"You don't have to stand, you can lie down."

Luo Beixing really wanted to throw the book on his head, and the things with human faces and beast hearts were all injured and abused.

"Father, she's still sick, so she can't be too tired."

Ink knows that the two of them are angry because of a quarrel, and they haven't gotten together yet, Xiao Baizi didn't say that as long as her father came over, her illness would get better soon.

"That's good." Always said a good word for himself.

"Ink, lying down is equal to resting, she can do whatever she wants, let's paint."

Listen, is he talking in human terms? However, the ink is really good, and the tone is a little softer.

Ink tilted his head, "Really?" ”

"Of course it's true, when did I lie to you."

Falling North Star: "......"

The ink looked at the falling star, and the sparkling eyes said it all, revealing his inner thoughts.

Red lips lightly opened, "No." ”

I have a different feeling in my heart, after beating myself, I still think that nothing happened, that is impossible.

"This palace has a good idea, there are more people to paint, occasionally have to change something else, there are a lot of flowers in the house, there are garlands, ink, it's better to draw flowers."

Ink painting can do anything, as long as you're with them.

looked at Mo Yubai with blank eyes, "Father." ”

His eyes were cold, painting flowers, she still hated flowers, but it was better to hate the fifty boards.

Ink said she knew she was wrong, and she was sobbing in pain, and that he couldn't lie as a child.

And she, full of lies all day long, will not admit it in front of me, then again, she has a stubborn personality, will she admit her mistakes?

Caught in a tangle, the meaning of the ink was clear, and she knew it was wrong. And the way she is now, she is simply doing her own thing, without a little remorse that I was wrong, whether she believes in ink, or trusts in her own judgment.

There is also a possibility that she deceived the eyes of the inkblot.

"Okay, if you like ink, let's draw flowers."

A smile appeared on Luo Beixing's face, as if he had won.

In the house, Luo Beixing asked Mai to take out the long-cherished flowers.

One big and one small, looking at the flowers, frowned.

Luo Beixing ignored them, looking at his villain book, very comfortable.

With Erlang's legs crossed, he seems to be in a good mood.

Mo Yubai's face turned white, white and red, it's not exciting, this is also too deceitful, take out the withered flowers as samples, it's already gone, how can you see the beauty in it, how to start.

Ink Bun's face was wrinkled, "Father, can you tell what color it is?" ”

"Blue, red, white, pink."

The ink frowned, "But it's all withered." ”

The fist clucked, the woman was retaliating, she brought the withered flowers, she couldn't even see the color clearly, she had no vitality at all, and when she was a sample, it was really good.

"Ink, you have to feel everything with your heart to get the essence, you draw first."

"Father, what are you going to do?"