He held a pen in his other hand and dipped it in ink.

"Smile sincerely." He instructed.

Feiyan smirked angrily, "So? ”

"Hold on."

“……”

What new fun has Uncle Ling found again?

She grinned, tilted her head helplessly and asked, "How long will the prince still have to fly and laugh?" ”

He put pen to paper and said, "I'm only drawing outlines today." ”

He's painting her? Her heart moved, and she asked a little uncomfortably: "Why do you suddenly want to draw Feiyan today?" ”

"Not suddenly." He looked up at her and looked down to outline.

"Originally, I wanted to paint, but you have dexterous legs and feet, and you must not be obedient, but now it is just right."

"So......" she couldn't help laughing, "Feiyan's legs are useless, and the prince is very happy." ”

"That's it."

He lowered his head and smiled, the subtle light and shadow shining on the contours of his face.

Not surplus, not lacking, and firmly on the tip of the chin, excellent.

I saw that she was distracted for a moment.

Maybe he really liked her.

At this moment, she only felt so.

If you don't like to depict a person like this, I'm afraid it's hard to be patient.

Every time her heart moved, she would be overwhelmed by a wave of guilt.

It doesn't matter if she loves him or not, it doesn't matter who she loves.

The important thing is that she is first and foremost the princess of Yan Kingdom, who is raised by all the people and has the mission of being the princess of Yan Kingdom.

Her gaze fell on his pen.

It is a powerful and youthful hand with neat nails and slender joints.

This hand can hold a pen to draw women, and can also go to the battlefield to kill people.

Such a man naturally will not only have an affectionate side.

He had never relaxed his plundering of the Yan Kingdom because of a woman.

She closed her eyes and relented.

Sincerely, or falsely, he has already bitten the hook of Yan Guo.

If she doesn't accept it, I'm afraid she will be sorry for the thousands of Yan people and the soldiers of Yan who died on the battlefield.

"Didn't you just wake up and be sleepy again?!" He was surprised, "Ji Feiyan, you have nothing but sleep and eat this way, what are you doing for me to tell you?" ”

She opened her eyes with a faint look of sadness.

The gray pupils appear pale in the light, like sparkling pool water.

He also put pen to paper at this moment.

Before the painting was completed, he didn't show her, bullied her for not being able to stand up on her legs, and rolled up the painting from a distance.

"It must be a bad painting, and I don't dare to let people look at it." She tilted her face to one side.

He went to bathe, and she withdrew.

With the poison powder in her arms, she looked at the tea on the table, and suddenly there was a noisy boiling sound in her ears.

He is Uncle Ling, he is Uncle Ling who has broken through the Yan Realm and killed countless people! Sober up! Ji Feiyan!

Her hands trembled slightly, and she brought the teapot closer.

The eldest sister wants him to die, his father wants him to die, and no one in the Yan Kingdom wants him to die......

She finally poured the poison powder into the teapot and emptied all the unbearable.

The surface of the water shook, as if the mood was unsettled.

She took a deep breath, sobbing faintly.

In this life, he owes Yan Guo a lot, and she owes him a lot, I don't know if it can be counted......

*****

"How did you open the window?" Uncle Ling came back and saw Feiyan looking out the window.

"The sun is beautiful tonight." Feiyan didn't look at him.

He walked up to her and stood quietly by the window to look at her.

Thousands of miles of sunset with the poignant and magnificent beauty before disappearing, directly hit the heart of Feiyan's uneasy.

Is a person's life as short and illusory as this beautiful glow?

If it is destined to disappear without a trace, what is the significance of this glimpse?

He watched carefully, reaching out in the void to trace the movement of the glow.

He likes to put things in his hands to trace, as if he was born destined to have many people.

The endless thread of love flowed silently between the two, I don't know if it was because of the prospect or the people around them.

A warmth filled her heart.

Short and warm.

She didn't allow herself to indulge in it, to open her mouth, to cut off all her delusions.

"After bathing, are you thirsty?" She still didn't look at him, her eyes were even a little straight, and she poured him a cup of tea unhurriedly.