"Huh? Uh, hehe......" Zou Bu noticed that the atmosphere was not quite right, and was about to take the best step.

Sihy suddenly stood up and grabbed him, "It's been a while, you said you were going to paint a portrait of me as a birthday present, how is this going?" ”

"Hey, hey, hey......" Zou Bu desperately pretended to be confused, wanting to slip away.

But Xihe didn't waver, his eyes were sharp and he looked at Zou Bu with a casual attitude, with an attitude that could not be shirked, "A few days ago, I heard you say that the draft has been drawn, but I don't remember seeing that draft...... I really don't know much about drawing, but does it take so many days to go from draft to finish? ”

"Yes, I'm sorry! In fact, it hasn't been drawn at all...... Pain, pain, pain! ”

Xihe didn't let Zou Bu finish his sentence, and he clenched his wrist so hard that he screamed.

The only thing that should be thankful is that what Xihe is holding is not Zou Bu's injured right hand before.

Zou Bu wanted to say something more, but Xihe was the first to speak: "You are willing to do whatever you say, begging me not to drive you away, so I let you stay......

If you are asked to do chores, you will give me a free time, and then you will start scribbling, and in that case, you will be asked to draw, and you will not be able to keep the time limit, and my compassion will be almost exhausted. ”

From someone else's point of view, Xihe's compassion is certainly not much, but Zou Bu didn't have the courage to say it, so he pitifully began to make excuses for himself, "No, I ......

Because you are very busy, I don't have much time to see you, and I don't want to lose to Ling Zun's portrait, so I will be more ......."

"Lingzun?" Sikh asked rhetorically, and his movements stopped.

Suddenly, the air at the birthday banquet became solemn, and even Jinchao sighed quietly.

Sikh's voice was half-cold, "You've seen it...... The portrait of the old man? ”

Zou Bu didn't notice that the air was condensing, and he was still explaining to himself: "Because...... That's a great artist's work! And you father and son look so alike, that's why that picture has been lingering in my head! No matter how much I draw, I just can't draw it well......"

"No, I'm very sorry, Lord Xihe, it's my ......" The person who turned pale and admitted loudly was Jiang Ying, an elderly maid who was in charge of dining.

"Because Xiaobu said that he couldn't find painting tools here, it was nerve-wracking that he couldn't draw them...... When I mentioned the tools left by the previous artist, I couldn't help but ...... even that painting."

Before today's marriage, even the servants didn't know there was a secret room.

Yasuo is sleeping there now, so Jiang Ying will also go in to clean them, only to find those painting tools, and at Zou Bu's request, take him to the secret room.

"Xiaobu?"

Ignoring Xihe's surprised expression, Zou Bu showed a saved expression and continued, "Ah, yes, yes, Lord Xihe! I didn't bring any painting tools, and it wasn't easy to get useful tools here, so I couldn't help it! ”

"That's right, Lord Xihe, if you continue to exert yourself, Zou Bu will not even be able to use his left hand, at least until he hands over the painting." Today, add fuel to the fire.

Xihe looked at Zou Bu, who was looking for an escape route everywhere, and his eyes suddenly softened.

Zou Bu also seemed to notice his change, breathed a sigh of relief, and was smiling in return......

"It's very rural here, I'm really sorry, because you just talked back, so you only have to paint on a rainy day, and if you don't paint it well, you can get out."

"Why?" Zou Bu heard Xihe's muffled order and fled with a scream.

Jiang Ying bowed deeply to Xihe and apologized, "I'm really sorry!" He looks desperate, and I can't help it......"