Are you saying I stole the painting for you, and you let me go? Ying Zhichu didn't notice the abnormality of the young man's tone, and asked in surprise.

The soft white face was slightly red, and the joy between the eyebrows was about to jump out.

Qi Liangzheng slightly sideways his gaze, and said Liangliang: "Well, after all, what use can you have, it's just a burden for me to keep it." ”

The girl was not annoyed, the corners of her mouth overflowed with pleasure, and she complimented: "My lord is right, I suddenly feel that you have become good at speaking." ”

Qi Liangzheng didn't want to eat her, turned around and poured the decoction into the porcelain bowl.

The thick black liquid swelled with a hint of heat.

"Drunk." He handed her the medicine bowl and said nowhere to be refused.

Ying Zhichu frowned and took it, holding the hot bowl in his small hand, and drank it in small sips without hesitation.

Seeing this, Qi Liang's eyebrows and eyes were slightly relaxed.

She swallowed the medicinal juice with great difficulty, and couldn't help but smack her lips, "It's so bitter." ”

"This decoction, drink it once a month, and after half a year, the poison on your body will dissipate. Then you will come to the kitchen on the evening of the twenty-third day. ”

Ying Zhichu couldn't help but sigh lightly, "Huh? To drink it for so long? ”

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you say I could leave if I stole the painting? According to what you said, wouldn't it be necessary to trouble Lord Qi for half a year? She grimaced.

Qi Liangzheng didn't tease her thoughts, and only explained, "These medicinal materials are difficult to find, and I'm afraid it's not easy to find them all when you get out of Yu." I wronged Miss Liang, and endured it for a few more days in Qifu. ”

"Oh."

He took the medicine bowl from her hand and placed it on the stove at will.

looked at the girl in a daze, and only said lightly, "Go back and rest." ”

After blowing out the lights and closing the kitchen door, Qi Liangzheng walked towards the study in the outer courtyard.

It's late at night, does he still have to work?

Ying Zhichu looked at his back, and wondered in his heart.

"Why do you think he's weird today, when he came back from Nanxin Wangfu in the morning, he was fine. Why is it that when I fall asleep, it seems like a different person? ”

Her little face puffed up, and she stepped down the steps towards the inner courtyard.

I slept all day during the day and suddenly didn't feel sleepy at night.

This night, Ying Zhichu tossed and turned and didn't sleep well.

As soon as she closes her eyes, she will open them again in a short time.

"Am I so annoying Qi Liangzheng, why is it him when I close my eyes?"

The night wind swept the promenade under the moon, and the wind crept into the house through the paper windows.

The confusion in Ying Weaving's early eyes gradually turned into sleepiness.

……

Next

Qi Mansion

Seoken Courtyard Study

The sun is shining, and the chirping in the courtyard is particularly pleasant.

Xue Shuang vacated a large piece of idle land on the bookcase, and stacked all the picture scrolls that he bought when he went out that day on the desk.

"Girl, the slaves and maids are all in order according to your orders." She looked at the girl who was reading the paper with a smile, and felt that the girl was in a good mood today.

The girl wore a silver moonlight hibiscus flower weaving dress, tied with a small waist held by Yingying, and her posture was even more moving.

She raised her little face, glanced at the bookcase, and nodded in satisfaction.

Put down the scroll, walked to the desk, looked at Xue Shuang, and asked.

"Xueshuang, can you read?"

Xue Shuang tilted her head in contemplation, and said with a slight astringency: "Slave, slave can only write her own name." The slave's parents went early, and the slave didn't read anything. ”

Ying Zhichu's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was a grand warm smile.

"I'm not good at reading, and my dad beat me a lot when I was a child."

"Ah, girl, are you telling the truth? But you look smart. The second son said......"

Ying Zhichu unfolded a painting scroll, raised his eyebrows to look at the sunset picture of Songshan, and naturally answered.

"What did he say?"

Xue Shuang peeked at the woman's face, and saw that there was no anger, so she added gently, "The second son said that the girl is a musician, with noble interests and a very good temper, so let the slave and maid must be careful to serve, otherwise I will anger you, and I will have no good fruit to eat." ”

In fact, Qi Liangzheng only said two sentences.

But Xue Shuang only remembered the momentum and oppression of his words, and now repeats it, hoping not to add fuel to the fire.

Ying Zhichu raised his eyebrows, and sure enough, he didn't believe it, and asked, "Did he really say that?" ”

"Yes, the second son said that the girl has an excellent character, so the slave must follow the girl's wishes in everything.

After Xueshuang added it intimately, she saw the girl's bright little face twisted.

It's like, listening to a big joke.

High-minded and well-behaved, is this Qi Liang's words to praise people?

That sentence: You went to the Li Mansion for me to steal the painting.

And from whose mouth did it come from......

Could it be that in Qi Liangzheng's opinion, stealing paintings is an extremely elegant thing?

"Girl, what are you buying these scrolls for?" Xue Shuang interrupted the girl's thoughts and asked curiously.

During the conversation, Ying Zhichu had already opened four or five picture scrolls.

"I want to draw a landscape map, so I use them as a reference." Should weave the beginning of the casual answer.

Xue Shuanghuixiu's eyes shone brightly, and she exclaimed, "Girl, you can actually paint?!" ”

"Well, I can sketch a few strokes, but I am not proficient."

"The second son is right, the girl is really ......"

"Xueshuang, do you like your second son?" Ying Zhichu expressed the confusion in his heart.

Xue Shuangrou's face was flushed, and her fingers were twisted in the handkerchief, and she was stumbling.

"I ...... I, I admire the second son...... I admire him. Ten years ago, he saved me, and I followed him back to Qifu, and I ......"

"Poof, alright. I'll just ask, you don't have to care. Ying Zhichu took the place to cover his thoughts.

"The slave went to boil water, so as not to disturb the girl's painting.

"Hmm."

Xueshuang covered her red face, and after running out of the study, her heart was still fluttering.

Ying Zhichu looked at the back of the maid, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Looks like I really like it.

"Qi Liangzheng that kind of ice cube, will anyone like it? God really has mercy on him. ”

She finished talking to herself, and stared at the scroll in a daze.

"Landscape Knowing Female Picture...... What a strange name. Will this painting be in Smelly Inkshop? ”

She picked up the brush and fiddled with it with her fingertips to make a nice whirl.

This is a bad habit she developed when she was young.

"It's easier for him to go to that kind of place, but he asked me to steal paintings. Tsk~"

She sighed softly and pulled out a blank scroll.

Squinting and thinking about it, he picked up his pen and flew on the snow-white scroll.

If the piano art is almost self-humble, then when it comes to painting, she is really drilling.

In order to dance out of the snow painting, she has put a lot of thought into footwork since she was a child.

even coaxed Liang's father to invite a famous teacher to teach her to paint.

Whether it's painting on paper or dancing in the snow, the techniques are the same.

Therefore, she believes that her painting skills are not bad.

"It seems that this time you will not only be a thief, but also have a bad reputation?" Ying Zhichu shook his head, his heart calmed down, and he concentrated on dancing ink.

The chirping outside the window, crisp and heart-warming, played a quiet melody.

She is enveloped in a good atmosphere and inspiration is endless.

For a whole day, Ying Zhichu was stuffy in the study.

The bookcase, the floor, and the small collapse are all covered with her freehand masterpieces.

The light ink fragrance spreads in the house, and the fragrance of books is full.

It wasn't until the moonlight at night that Ying Zhichu propped himself up and moved his muscles slightly.

"It's finally done, and it's time to slander people tomorrow. God and Buddha bless, Li Bairu must not go to Wenmo Zhai tomorrow, must not go! ”

She put her ink-stained little hands together, and her white and tender little face was full of piety, and she had no heart or lungs to make a wish.

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