Seeing Murong Cui shaking her head, Yao Qingqing's eyes sank slightly, if she insisted, she would attack her without mercy.

"I won't bring you this letter, accepting your fate is the most important thing you should do now." Yao Qingqing looked at her: "The weather is a little cold, the county lord should go back early." ”

Murong Cui rubbed the handkerchief in his hand, reached out and took the letter in his hand, his face was a little pale, he stood up indifferently, and without saying a word to Yao Qingqing, he stumbled around and left.

Yao Qingqing took a deep breath and stared at the figure, she is not a saint, other people's lives and deaths are other things, she just needs to protect her family, people are selfish, aren't they?

Walking out of the pavilion and looking around, Chu Fengqi's courtyard was in the easternmost part of the Imperial Garden, and the thoughts in his eyes were withdrawn and he went beyond the east.

Behind, Chu Yi, who was coming from the direction of Murong Cui, saw a small figure from a distance, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to shout, but the villain walked very fast, and ran away in a blink of an eye.

I wondered in my heart, this villain couldn't get lost if he was wandering alone, thinking of this, Chu Yi followed.

In October, the leaves gradually fell, and the whole palace became more and more desolate and quiet the more eastward, the leaves fell a thick layer and no one had cleaned them, and the quiet courtyard was closed tightly at this time.

Yao Qingqing stood at the door and leaned on the crack of the door to look inside, this little hand just touched the door, and the door made a creaking sound, it turned out that the ice of the door was not bolted.

Pushing it away a little, a small figure flashed in, and under the red maple leaves, someone was painting quietly.

The maple leaves fell slightly, and the wind gently blew against the white figure below, his head slightly bowed, holding a brush in his hand, this scene was suffocating.

Yao Qingqing couldn't help but be a little stunned, but his eyes fell on his legs, and his heart was slightly suffocated.

At this time, he was painting on the color of Nafu, the stroke was very shallow, Yao Qingqing held her breath and walked over quietly, the closer she got closer, she felt uncomfortable in her heart, pursed her lips and stood quietly behind him.

"Qingqing." A faint voice remembered.

Yao Qingqing was stunned, thinking that he hadn't found out, but he couldn't go and he had already discovered her cunzài.

"How do you know it's me?" Yao Qingqing's heart was sullen, and she grinned stiffly.

"Who will enter my yard except you, little girl." Chu Fengqi stranded the brush, turned his head to look at her with a faint smile, met the villain's eyes were red, and he was slightly stunned in his heart: "What's wrong?" ”

Yao Qingqing didn't speak, just shook her head, took a few steps forward and walked into his side, looking up at his eyes seriously, she wanted to see through him.

The four eyes were facing each other, but the red under Yao Qingqing's eyes pierced Chu Fengqi's eyes, and there was a touch of pity in her indifferent eyes, and her white fingers caressed her face.

"What's going on?" A clear and light voice swept through people's hearts.

Yao Qingqing looked at it seriously, his eyes were unwavering, as if he couldn't move the line of porcelain dolls, gentle and calm, but people couldn't see the bottom.

A touch of pity in his eyes, she could see clearly, did he care for her?

I don't know why the tip of my nose is sour, and I want to cry.

"Fengqi." She whispered, her head plunging into his arms.

Chu Fengqi was slightly stunned, looked down at the person who was stuffed in his arms, the indifference in his eyes changed for a moment, and his slender fingers gently touched her head, and he didn't speak or ask.

Yao Qingqing sniffed and looked up halfway.

"What kind of grievances have you suffered, you came here to cry my nose." Chu Fengqi saw her raise her head, moved his fingers to her eyes, and wiped them gently.

"Nope." A smile cracked at the corner of Yao Qingqing's mouth.

She just didn't control it for a while.

"And said no." He sighed lowly, "Did you get into trouble again?" ”

Yao Qingqing shook her head and stood up straight: "I'm not a troublemaker. ”

Chu Fengqi didn't say anything when he saw her, and he didn't insist on asking: "Why did you run into the palace today." ”

"The emperor summoned me." Yao Qingqing said.

"Summoned by the emperor?" Chu Fengqi was slightly stunned.

"Yes, I just asked about some things about the Yao family, and it was boring." Yao Qingqing said, and turned to look at the picture scroll on the small table next to him, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This is me." ”

In the picture scroll at the moment, the little man is wearing a cardigan robe, sitting on the swing with two small buns on his head, and his little face is smiling like a flower.

"Do you like it?" Chu Fengqi asked.

"I like it, it's like a real person." Yao Qingqing smiled and nodded: "Fengqi, give me this painting." ”

This painting is absolutely superb, just like the camera shot, it looks exactly the same.

When Chu Fengqi heard this, he shook his head lightly and said, "If you want, I'll draw another one for you another day, but I can't give you this one." ”

"Is this painting Fengqi going to be collected?" Yao Qingqing said, his eyes rolled and said, "If it's Fengqi's collection, then I don't want it." ”

"You ghost elf, I really want to collect this painting." Chu Fengqi nodded her little nose.

"Hey, hey." Yao Qingqing was proud in her heart, and crossed her head on the small table, and her chin was just on it: "There is still half of it that has not been colored." ”

"Do you want to learn to color?" Chu Fengqi said and picked up the stranded brush on the case, stared at her little touch and asked with a faint smile.

Yao Qingqing shook her head: "If I don't want to learn, I can't draw." ”

"You can't draw, you little girl must be better at drawing than me." Chu Fengqi dyed the brush with pigment and added it to her clothes one by one.

Yao Qingqing just smiled when she heard this, staring at the movements in his hand with a smile, pale yellow clothes, she had never worn pale yellow clothes, and now looking at Feng Qi's pen, she suddenly wanted to pass on pale yellow clothes.

The little man was chubby, and the pale yellow looked even more cute.

The autumn wind is falling, under the red leaf tree, a handsome man is painting quietly, a small person is quietly smiling and watching, from time to time he looks up and dyes the color with his fingers, points on the picture scroll, and then looks up at the man who is immortal and laughs.

Let the man of the immortals, smiling dotingly, every time he will decorate the villain's prank into a beautiful object.

Standing outside the door, Chu Yi's face was gloomy, his fingers were clenched tightly, he bit his lower lip, and turned to leave the courtyard.

The sun was gradually setting, and before you knew it, it was already dusk.

"It turns out that coloring is so time-consuming." Yao Qingqing looked at the freshly colored picture scroll and muttered.

Chu Fengqi blew a breath towards the picture scroll Qingqing, as if to make the color on the picture scroll dry faster, and when he heard Yao Qingqing's muttering, he glanced at it and laughed helplessly.

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