After finishing the painting, Xia Yi put down his pen, took a few steps back, looked at the painting in front of him with satisfaction, and felt a full sense of accomplishment in his heart.

On the painting, the white crescent moon in the sky corresponds to the white basilisk's long silver hair, and the surrounding night blends with the white basilisk's dark tail.

Such a painting can be taken out as a national treasure if it is buried in the ground for a thousand years.

Thinking of this, Xia Yi's hands itched again, what else did he want to draw, what did he want to draw?

He looked at the maid on the side.

The maid stared at his painting in a daze, staring intently.

He spread out a piece of paper again, and drew it in the shape of the maid.

The maid's appearance is not beautiful, but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, it is the time when she is full of vitality, and there is a vitality on her body, which is not obvious in the eyes of young people, but in the eyes of middle-aged and elderly people, it is the essence of beauty.

Xia Yi chose a scene from his mind and drew it.

This painting is not as attentive as the previous one, partly because the maid is not as good as the white basilisk, and partly because this is the second painting.

Putting down the pen, Xia Yi turned his head to look at the maid, who was flushed and looked down at her toes.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yi asked suspiciously.

He looked at the painting, and it was clear that there was no problem with the painting, and he was dressed properly.

Asked by Xia Yi, the maid turned around and ran out of the house.

Xia Yi scratched his head, ancient times are ancient times, even a little girl can't draw them.

He threw the paint and brush away, and the paper was furthest away, and lay back on the bed.

Many of these ore pigments and plant pigments are poisonous, so there was no such behavior as licking and licking in ancient times.

Xia Yi's thinking diverged, thinking of the rumors of the European Middle Ages, that European aristocratic ladies used poisonous cosmetics to poison many husbands.

Fortunately, in modern times, synthetic and non-toxic inorganic substances have been developed.

Thinking so dazedly, he fell asleep groggily.

The maid poked her head in from outside the door, saw that Xia Yi was asleep, crept in, put away the paint, and put the drawing paper on the table.

Xia Yi rolled over, she retreated in panic and bumped into the bear that came in.

Xiong'er put his hand around the maid's waist: "What's wrong?" ”

The maid hurriedly replied, "Nothing." ”

"What is this?" When Xiong Er saw the painting on the table, he was stunned.

Although she is a martial artist, she is very yearning for art, otherwise she would not have a full set of painting utensils, although her skills are not good, but her appreciation of the level is not low.

"This painting ......"

The moon, the darkness, and the girl who looked up made her marvel.

Such a beautiful girl, such exquisite painting skills, can be called perfect.

A sudden wave of jealousy rose in her heart, jealousy of the girl in the painting.

"Where did this painting come from?" The bear's eyes were glued to the painting and he asked the maid.

"It was painted by the White Snake Divine Son." The maid bowed her head and replied.

"He still has the skills?" Xiong'er turned his head to look at Xia Yi, who was sleeping fragrantly.

Looking back, Xiong'er found that there was another pair next to her, she picked it up, first amazed by the skill and artistic conception of the painting, and then found that the girl in the painting was a little familiar to her.

Who is it?

She pondered for two seconds, then turned her head sharply to look at the maid behind her.

The maid's body trembled, and she knelt on the ground all of a sudden: "Miss spare her life!" ”

In ancient times, painting other people's girls was a kind of frivolous behavior, if the two parties were of equal status, it was the prodigal of the person who painted, and if the status of the two parties was not equal, it was the fox of the person with low status.

If it is a harsh master, he can be convicted by this painting, and a hat that does not abide by women's morals and seduces others can be detained.

This is not to be harsh on women, but there is a difference between respect and inferiority, and people with high status are born with moral superiority.

"Nothing." Xiong Er put down the painting and glared at Xia Yi.

I don't have this painting skill to paint myself, but to draw a maid, where is I not as good as this maid?

She looked at the painting again, thought for more than ten seconds, picked up the painting and walked to the back room.

The maid looked at her in astonishment.

After the temperature outside the window cooled down a little, Xia Yi opened his eyes, and he sat on the edge of the bed and woke up.

He had a dream in which he was playing a game of rolling with the White Basilisk.

In the world of the sludge monster and the meat ball monster before, he rolled quickly, like this time, he was banned for a year, and it was the first time.

Anyway, is it really okay for a white basilisk?

It was too dark last night, Xia Yi didn't see it clearly, and he didn't know what the white snake monster had become.

He looked towards the table to look for his painting, trying to study it, but it was empty.

"What about me?" Xia Yi asked the maid.

The maid replied with a stiff face: "Maybe the stone mother who asked to clean has been put away, do you want to come back?" ”

"Yes." Xia Yi replied.

The maid walked out of the house, and came back an hour later, saying that she could not find her.

Xia Yi felt that something was wrong, but it was just a painting, and the Xiong family was sitting on a city, so they would not be greedy.

Forget it, I didn't draw anything intimate anyway.

The white basilisk's long hair covered his entire body, and the only thing that was visible was his face. But it's still a little unpleasant to lose it like this.

"Does Miko still want to paint?" The maid asked.

"Don't paint anymore," Xia Yi didn't want to lose it again, "bring me the piano." ”

The painting can be lost, but the piano music can not be lost.

The maid quickly found the piano, Xia Yi played two tiger auditions, and then played the song at will.

In the back room, the bear is admiring the painting, her expression tangled.

Xiong'er's original impression of Xia Yi was not good, and whoever was scolded all the way had no better impression.

Usually for Xia Yi, she was far away, and the reason why she was with Shi Xiong all day long was because she didn't want to see Xia Yi.

But at this moment, seeing this painting, her heart itched, and she wanted to communicate with Xia Yi, which contradicted her previous attitude, so it was entangled.

At this time, the sound of a piano came from the outhouse.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, Xiong Er likes to paint, and also understands the other three, this qin song is weird, she couldn't help frowning.

After a while, the music of the piano changed, and the melodious music touched her heart.

It's a tune I've never heard before.

She stood up, sat by the door, and listened quietly.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano was interrupted, and Xia Yi's voice sounded: "It's time, it's time to eat." ”

What to eat! Is it important to play the piano when you eat!

The bear gritted her teeth and got up, sat down on the bed, called the maid, and ordered the kitchen to postpone dinner for half an hour.

But Xia Yi would rather wait in bed than play the piano.

Xiong'er could only let dinner come up quickly, Xia Yi ate dinner, and then lay on the bed thinking about the white basilisk again, and Qin was thrown aside.

The bear sleeps at night, and he is still angry because of this incident.

The next day, she hurried out in the morning, let Shi Xiong play by himself, and then shrunk into the house, wanting to watch Xia Yi draw or play the piano.

Xia Yi looked out the window for a day, but there was no movement.

On the third day, I finally saw Xia Yi pick up the piano, but a servant told her to leave.

It's a letter from the royal family.