Surprised, she turned her head and found that the paper she had just dyed with ink was almost dry, so she put it back on the bookcase, because she didn't want to waste it like this, so she secretly wondered if she could find a new use for it.

She frowned slightly, and moved the white paper, thinking that if she used this large piece of ink as the base and added a few more strokes, she might be able to turn it into a small painting.

Although she was still thinking about it, she first picked out a thin and hard one from the pen stand, dipped it in ink, and held it in her hand, while the other hand was unconsciously pressed against the front of her lips, and she was not sitting upright like a normal emperor, her body shrunk, showing her petite figure more and more.

At this time, Sima Cheng got up and came to Yi Xue's side, and was about to hand over the copied "Six Pipes", when he glanced at it, he found that Yi Xue seemed to be sketching something, and then saw Yu Xue's appearance at the moment, Sima Cheng couldn't help but think of the word "little jasper".

Yi Xue didn't notice Sima Cheng approaching, at this moment, she already had an idea, and she couldn't help but rejoice in her heart, shaking her head unconsciously, and there were words in her mouth, but she didn't make a sound.

Although Yi Xue put her hand in front of her lips, just covering part of it, her action of biting her lip or pouting was still watched by Sima Cheng, and a thought flashed in his mind, wanting to remove that little fist and see the whole picture of the flower-like lips.

Thinking of this, Sima Cheng cut off his thoughts with his will, and then quickly moved his eyes to see the things on the snow paper.

The ink stained on the paper is roughly oblong, and the upper part has been added with two triangular things by the snow, and a random line extends from the bottom, and the snow traces the line again, and the "tail" is drawn.

At this time, Yi Xue stopped her pen and held her chin with her hand, always feeling that her "Ah Xuan" was missing something.

"Your Majesty is painting cats?"

Sima Cheng's voice came, Yi Xue raised her head when she heard the sound, and her hand had already subconsciously picked up the drawing paper, wanting to hide it, but as soon as she raised her head, she met Sima Cheng's bottomless eyes, Yi Xue was stunned, and the movements in her hand stopped in mid-air.

He must have seen it all......

Yi Xue's calligraphy, when he was a child, he was guided by his mother, and later copied books in the bookstore, and successively saw some ink treasures, saw a lot, wrote a lot, so he can still get his hands on it, but painting, it is completely barbaric growth, and it is purely nothing to draw and play.

However, when Sima Cheng saw it, Yi Xue felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head.

"Hmm." Yi Xue nodded slightly, and replied in a very small voice, which was regarded as a response.

Yi Xue silently put the drawing paper back on the bookcase, and was about to block it with something, but Sima Cheng took the initiative to approach and carefully looked at Yi Xue's "Ah Xuan".

Seeing Sima Cheng's attentive face, Yi Xue plucked up her courage and muttered in a low voice:

"I always feel like something is missing, but I don't know where to start." Yi Xue looked embarrassed.

Sima Cheng didn't answer, first put aside the copied things, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand towards Yi Xue.

Yi Xue was stunned, she didn't know what Sima Cheng meant by this, she looked around blankly, and finally had no choice but to cast a gaze at Sima Cheng for help, and her eyes flickered.

Seeing this, Sima Cheng lightly touched the pen in Yi Xue's hand, and Yi Xue immediately understood and handed the pen to Sima Cheng's hand.

As soon as this turn was made, Yi Xue's fingertips touched Sima Cheng's palm, and in an instant, Yi Xue felt a stream of heat rushing into her body, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.

Yi Xue hurriedly withdrew her hand as fast as she could, put her palms on her legs, and hid her hands under her wide sleeves, as if she wanted to hide her panicked heart at the moment.

Sima Cheng only regarded this as an unintentional touch, he took the pen indifferently and began to add paintings.

This cat-like ink reminded Sima Cheng of the mysterious cat "Bulin" he met in the mountains of Yizhou.

Maybe there is an image in his heart, Sima Cheng did not hesitate to pick up the pen, and subconsciously sketched the details according to the appearance of Bulin, sketched a few strokes, and the back of a lying cat jumped on the paper, and then, Sima Cheng also added a stone pier under the "Bulin", a few long grasses.

Just like the first encounter between the two, it was on the mountain lake in Yizhou, when I saw "Bulin", it was lazily enjoying the afternoon breeze.

When he was about to finish the pen, Sima Cheng finally added a small paw to the cat, which was half-drooping and exposed.

Yi Xue couldn't help but get closer, looked at the stone grass in the painting, added it, and the picture suddenly had an artistic conception, and the little claws on the last painting were the finishing touch, and the lazy state of "Ah Xuan" was fully revealed.

Yi Xue couldn't take her eyes off her eyes likely, but she also locked her eyes on the little paws, tilted her head, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

The little claws were not ink-colored, but were outlined with thin lines.

The whole body of the ink-colored cat beast, but the paws were white, Yi Xue thought that Sima Cheng had forgotten, so she happily picked up another pen and moistened the ink, wanting to carry out the final completion ceremony for this black cat.

Before Ke Yixue's pen fell on the paper, Sima Cheng's deep voice sounded in his ears.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

The tone returned to the previous indifference and detachment, Yi Xue was slightly stunned, the movements in her hands also stopped, paused, Yi Xue put down her pen in a daze, shrugged her shoulders, and replied:

"I think Cheng Gongzi is negligent, this is not a cat, and the paws should naturally be black......" There was a little grievance in his tone.

"It's not an oversight." Sima Cheng said, with a hint of intimidation in his tone.

"How can there be such a cat ......" With a little dissatisfaction, Xue Xue muttered, and picked up the pen again.

Seeing this, a trace of panic flashed in Sima Cheng's eyes, and he quickly picked up the drawing paper on the bookcase.

When Yi Xue came back to her senses, the bookcase was empty, leaving only a gust of wind and a faint orange fragrance lingering in her nose.

"This is a black cat with white paws." Sima Cheng explained, with a hint of imperceptible warmth in his tone.

Unexpectedly, Sima Cheng would be obsessed with the trivial matter of "whether to ink the cat's paws", Yi Xue was surprised for a moment, and then nodded as if she understood whether she understood or not, the orange fragrance between her nose had not yet dissipated, and the warm yellow candlelight in the room complemented each other, Yi Xue's heart warmed, and she said:

"That's it, Cheng Gongzi just said it." With a smile in his words, he seems to be in a good mood.

As soon as the words fell, Yi Xue turned her head and wanted to say something, but when she saw Sima Cheng concentrating, staring at the small picture of a sleeping cat, there seemed to be something so thick in her eyes that she couldn't disperse.

"Have you seen it? The whole body is dark, but the cats and beasts with snow on their claws are really rare. Yi Xue subconsciously spoke.

At this time, Sima Cheng had already walked away from Yi Xue, picked up the things he had just copied again, and walked to the front of the bookcase.

Sima Cheng stood still, did not reply immediately, paused, Yi Xue saw that his expression eased a lot, and then heard a short reply:

"Hmm."

Then Sima Cheng presented the transcribed "Six Pipes", and Yi Xue hurriedly glanced at it, but he was concerned about the small picture, and couldn't help but look at the sleeping cat again, and asked cautiously:

"You can give me this painting."

Maybe it's because she and Sima Cheng made it together, and she likes this picture of a sleeping cat very much, but she tells herself that she just can't bear the "Ah Xuan" she created.

However, for Sima Cheng's abnormality, Yi Xue is also aware of it, and this painting may have another deep meaning for Sima Cheng.

"This was originally done by His Majesty, and his subordinates just added to it." Sima Cheng was expressionless and replied respectfully.

Whenever Sima Cheng said such excessive self-modest words, there was often a reason, although he couldn't figure out the reason for a while, but he also verified his conjecture even more, Yi Xue couldn't help but show a worried look, looked at Sima Cheng, was silent for a while, and responded:

"Okay."

Yi Xue responded, with a little helplessness, her eyes still stayed on Sima Cheng's body, only to see him lower his eyes slightly, and the cold and alienated aura of the past surged around him again.

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