Qiu Yue put her face on his chest, and said with a little trill, "Willing to work hard at night......"

Wrapping around her arms, the study door was slammed shut, and Xiangxin's little body shook in his arms.

"Don't be afraid."

He said softly, picked up the little girl easily, walked to the study landlord and opened the window, outside the window is a vast smoke wave, he likes to be open, the study is surrounded by windows on three sides, half on the lotus lake. At this time, the lotus leaves have not yet budded, the lake is quiet, there are occasional spring swallows in the drizzle, the breeze passes, the bells under the eaves are crisp, and some rain wets the faces of the two. With a flick of Lu Liangfeng's palm, the veil fell, and the lakescape was misty and imprinted on the thin drapery, like a wet ink painting.

Qiu Yue sighed lightly, she was stupid.

"When the lotus flowers bloom in June, I will take Qingqing Lake for a boat."

"Are you unwilling to move for the sake of this lotus lake?"

She had heard that Emperor Wu had thought that Lu Liangfeng lived too partially, and the year before last, he intended to give him the old mansion of Marquis Wenchang in Dongmen Hutong, but the reason for his refusal was that he couldn't give up the pool of lotus, and Emperor Wu gave up.

Lu Liangfeng glanced at her with a smile, "Listen to what your father said?" “

She let out a somewhat startled "um".

At that time, his father and him were already in a deep rift, so naturally there was no good word, saying that he was just a flattering move to retreat, and that he was promoted too quickly, and he was not a long-term appearance. The words are still in the ears, but the one who said them is no longer there.

Lu Liangfeng saw that she looked confused, patted her head comfortingly, took Zhang Shengxuan from the bookshelf on the wall, hugged her and sat in the circle chair in front of the bookcase, and said, "I'll take a look at the painting, is the hand raw?" ”

Qiu Yue was really distracted, and moved awkwardly on his lap: "Sitting like this can't ......"

"Where are there so many rules, Xu Daoning is drunk and still paints the same." She writhed around like this, and he was uncomfortable.

Lifted her up slightly, straddled his lap with his legs apart, patted her little hand vigorously, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and ordered: "Grinding ink!" ”

Qiu Yue was drunk by him, and quickly flattened the drawing paper, took the paperweight and pressed it. It's just that his painting case is too big for her, the pen and ink inkstone is an arm's length away, the clear spring water for grinding ink is ready-made, and the Xifu begonias in the corner of the table are full of spicy flowers, thinking that someone cooks it every day.

Qiu Yue saw that he didn't look like he would let go of himself, so he had to stand up in this position to reach for the pen and inkstone, and he took the opportunity to get his hands up and down.

She didn't dare to look back or struggle, rolled up her sleeves to reveal a white wrist, poured water and grinded it in the inkstone. In the past, she liked to grind ink, and it was said that people grind ink, and ink grinds people, so many impetuous thoughts have been consumed after a circle. At this moment, she couldn't control her thoughts, and the ink slipped.

After finally grinding the ink evenly, she held the pen and asked him softly, "What do you want me to draw?" ”

Lu Liangfeng smelled the natural fragrance of the girl on her body, and the whole person was in a good mood, and closed her eyes and said, "Paint as you like, don't ask me." ”

Qiu Yue bit her lip, thought for a while, and put pen to ink.

Kankan hooked a little outline, and felt a warm palm flexibly hold her hand, the fingertips trembled slightly, dripping a few ink marks, Qiu Yue screamed "ah", for a moment the spirit platform was dazed, and he didn't know how to save it, his waist was tight, and he was holding him and sitting in his arms.