The painting is undoubtedly not a girl, dressed in silk and satin, her hair is like a pile of clouds, she is happy or angry, lifelike.

The amazing painting work makes people feel that the artist cherishes and admires the girl very much.

"Every mask of Yan Yan is undoubtedly not extremely beautiful."

There was a desk placed by Lin Qingyin here in the room, and Lin Qingyin sat down behind the desk: "It's not as good as Ah Yu's mask to use until now." ”

Ah Yu?

Chu Yu put the painting down, his eyebrows dyed with a little smile.

Chu Yu went to see Lin Qingyin: "What book is Yan Yan reading every day?" ”

"It's just a miscellaneous book." Lin Qingyin's eyes were still on the book, "Will there be any surprises at night?" ”

"What about it, Yan Yan guessed?"

Lin Qingyin raised his eyes and glanced at Chu Yu and ignored him.

Chu Yu waited for the ink on the painting to dry.

One person reads a book, the other appreciates the painting, and for a while, the picture is very harmonious.

Bang la blah.

Chu Yu hung the painting on the wall, and he looked at a row of four volumes of beautiful pictures with a satisfied expression.

After collecting the things, Chu Yu lay on the bed and listened to the faint birdsong outside.

The sky gradually closed, and Chu Yu's expression was pleasant.

Time slowly came to the time when Lin Qingyin left fixedly.

In the small room, there was a clear afterglow of the warm sun, and Lin Qingyin had already closed the book and walked out the door.

Chu Yu's voice was a little ethereal in the dusk, as if it was whispering in his ear, and it seemed to be far away in the sky: "Yan Yan, when darkness comes, I am willing to bring you warm fire." ”

Lin Qingyin paused.

Chu Yu raised his eyebrows, waiting for the girl's reaction.

Lin Qingyin glanced at Chu Yu, her voice was as soft as ever: "Is this what Ah Yu wants?" I thought it was also Ah Yu's mask. ”

Chu Yu's expression was shrouded in twilight.

The girl called Ah Yu, apparently choosing to join this game of mutual affection.

Chu Yu's voice sounded, and he talked about the rules a little casually: "Yan Yan, I love you, you love me." ”

The girl's expression was hazy in the twilight daylight, and she did not respond.

Chu Yu raised his hand and supported one side of his cheek: "Didn't Yan Yan perform quite well before?" ”

Everyone in the capital knows that he likes him, and she likes him too.

"I just didn't expect you to pick this."

Playing a love game or something, it was a means for her, and it was what Chu Yu wanted.

It wasn't the first time she'd had a disagreement with him, but it didn't matter, she respected everyone's differences.

After Lin Qingyin finished speaking, she left, and she still had to go to see the warm fire in Chu Yu's mouth.

The girl's figure was cut off by the wooden door, and Chu Yu blinked her eyes.

When he spoke just now, Yan Yan didn't seem to be wearing a mask.

Lin Qingyin walked out of the flower forest, and Wancui was already waiting outside: "Miss, the backyard is on fire." ”

"Hmm."

Lin Qingyin went to take a look, the fire was very big, and Wang Wuthey were extinguishing the fire.

"What is this? Want to have a bonfire? "Tang Fei came in over the wall.

She was made a general, and because she didn't want to go to court, she was sent to lead the Praetorian Guard, and after the new emperor ascended the throne, she has been very busy.

Tang Fei said hello to Wancui, and then leaned over to Lin Qingyin: "What?" Domesticated delicate flowers with thorns? ”

"Okay." Lin Qingyin withdrew his gaze from the flames and turned back to his room.

Tang Fei followed behind Lin Qingyin, his mouth chattering non-stop.

In the end, he concluded: "The capital is really endlessly boring. ”

Helping the new emperor is not to gain the new emperor's complete trust, of course she doesn't want it.

And the new emperor wants to implement the female official system, and Tang Fei, a female general, is a shield.

can only say that if you have gains, you have to lose, and if she wants the position of a female general, she can't be afraid to stand on the cusp.