Well, I admit that I am indeed inferior to the horse that Yun Yi gave to Xin Kejia in Xin Kejia's eyes, and I haven't seen a shadow of Xin Kejia for a long time.

"Where is this?" I couldn't help but ask, and the only thing around me was the sound of birdsong.

"I don't know." Zhou Mubai grabbed the reins of the horse, we wandered here for a while, he also came to this place for the first time, but his sense of direction was better than mine, looked around, turned the horse's head, and said calmly, "But the old horse knows the way, we can go back the same way." ”

"No, I think it's a nice view, so let's take a stroll around." I leaned forward, only in a hurry, and only then did I stick to his chest and back, but now I am not in a hurry, I still have to be a little reserved.

However, my hands were not long enough, and when the horse moved slightly, I lost my balance, but fortunately, my hands reacted quickly and supported Zhou Mubai. He glanced back at me, and I straightened my back and put my hands behind my back.

"Want to see the scenery again?" He asked softly.

"Okay!"

"Then come down and take a walk, this horse is an old horse, and he has already run a lot of roads, and he may be a little tired now."

"Oh." When I heard this, I got off my horse, and when I looked at him who was still on the horse, I suddenly thought: Could this be a pretext? He's not going to leave me alone and ride on his own, is he?

The horse trembled, and my eyes trembled, but it turned out that Zhou Mubai was not the bad-hearted Lan Yunwei, he would not do such an irresponsible thing, his dismount action was not as sharp as mine, and he should not ride a horse often.

"You're a painter, why do you want to participate in Marseille?" I walked side by side with him, but I stood on the horse's left side, and he walked on the horse's right side with the reins, and I was separated from him by an impassable horse's head.

He paused for a moment, and then said lightly in a heavy tone: "I probably think that a man's hands should not only use a paintbrush." ”

"Huh?" I tilted my head to look at him.

"It's nothing, it's just a whim." He smiled a little hard at me.

"Then we looked like we could have won just now."

"It would take a lot of courage to win with Miss Xin in front of His Highness." The tone is a bit unpredictable.

I pursed my lips into a line, thinking of the intimate contact just now, and I couldn't help but wonder if he would think of me as one of those very frivolous and prodigal women. Thinking about it, he walked over the horse's head quickly, stood in front of him, and explained righteously: "I was in a hurry just now, if you are offended, don't be angry!" ”

He must have just reacted, almost guessed my toes, and we faced each other, looking at each other. I actually had a picture of me hugging him in my mind, and I didn't feel ashamed to throw myself into his arms.

I immediately calmed down, took a deep breath in my heart, and silently retreated to my original position.

"I'm a very serious girl, Xin Kejia has taught me to be reserved and self-respecting since I was a child, so I'm really in a hurry." I looked at the sky and touched the horses, the conscience of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon can be seen, and I said the next words by the way, "And His Royal Highness, don't get me wrong, I am not the kind of person who covets glory and wealth, and nothing has happened between me and His Royal Highness the Prince, really nothing has happened." ”

This is the first time I have begun to think about what my words and deeds with Yun Wei in the past are like in the eyes of outsiders, can it be said that I, Xin Keru, am not only arrogant, pampered and arrogant in the eyes of the world, but also a woman who does not know self-respect and has no shame? No way? Is it?

Zhou Mubai's words interrupted my meditation: "Why do you want to explain it to me? ”

That's it? That is, why did Du Du explain it to him? I was also puzzled for a while, because I didn't know whether his tone was a rhetorical question or a question, I chose to ignore it silently, Zhou Mubai He is not the kind of person who is aggressive, and the air is suddenly quiet.

I was still walking on my own, but I suddenly looked up, and I was the only one left side by side. I turned around in disbelief, and he and the horse froze.

"Don't think nonsense, I didn't think about Ruru like that, anyone will, Zhou Mubai won't!" This firm tone made my heart a little empty, and he looked at me one step away, and said such a gaffe coldly.

I froze in place, looked at him with mixed tastes that I didn't understand, and said in a daze: "Why is it - Zhou Mubai - not?" ”

I seem to be thinking about something, do I really have memories of my past life? I was in a trance.

Seeing this, he only lowered his eyes slightly, touched the horse's head a few times and stepped forward, and said in a low voice: "It's not early, Xin-Miss should go back?" ”

That "Miss Xin" said bluntly, and I listened to it even more bluntly.

"Oh."

"Please get on the horse first!" He bowed slightly.

"Oh." This hot and cold attitude made me puzzled, I didn't ask much, just obediently got on the horse.

"Please—sit down." He didn't get on his horse again, but took the reins in one hand, and the journey home was so quiet that I could only see his stiff back, and there was a kind of reverie when I looked at it: I jumped on his back with joy, put my hands on his shoulders, and as soon as he turned his head, I kissed him······

Oh my God, I shook my head and my face turned red, but luckily he didn't look back, so let's talk and distract myself!

"That, Zhou Mubai, your senior sister asked Yun Wei for one thing yesterday - that is, you know?" I asked softly.

"Hmm." He deserves it naturally.

"I think you can leave the Lingdu and go back to your rain capital, your painting capital, and be at ease with the Zhou painter admired by the people of your city, how good!"

He looked sideways slightly, but he didn't look at me: "The grade of the master of the painting hall is not a star and a half than the master of the orange painting garden, the master of the orange painting garden is the painter of the rain capital, but the master of the painting hall in the Lingdu Palace is recognized as the first painter in the whole world, and it can be recorded in the annals of history in the future, and it will be passed down through the ages, that is the highest glory of a painter." ”

"Huh?" I was surprised, "Do you think it is the highest honor of a painter to be the master of the painting hall?" ”

"Miss Xin is not a real painter, so she probably won't understand what an honor this identity is for a painter." He stopped, raised his head and looked at me solemnly, he surprised me, I was surprised.

What does it mean that I am not a real artist? I was particularly uncomfortable listening to that.

"I'm going down." My eldest lady's temper is also terrible, anyway, the road ahead is already bright, I strode back without looking back, anyway, I also like to paint from the bottom of my heart, he actually said this about me, I'm not a real painter, don't think about whether there is anything wrong with this sentence for the time being, anyway, I sound very annoyed.

I swore at that time that I would never pay attention to Zhou Mubai again.