Ji Qianhong did not hide her preferences, and throughout the morning, almost half of the time was glued to the seventh brother's side, and the remaining half of the time was naturally walking around holding her father's hand.

Ji Shuofang was very surprised, originally all the attention of the little girl was on him, but as soon as he saw the beautiful little brother, he defected.

"Seventh brother, this taro cake is the best, you can taste it!"

"Seventh brother, the sun is so big, your parasol is too small, I'll let Uncle Fu Ji change my big umbrella for you, okay?"

"Seventh brother, this is a wreath I made, it looks good on your head, you are not allowed to take it off!"

Ji Qingtian was a little irritable, the little girl ran around, and the fish were so frightened that they refused to bite the hook.

Over the years, he has always kept the peace alone, but the little girl kept chattering in his ear like a sparrow, so noisy that he was a little loud, and several times he wanted to open his mouth and scold her to shut up, but his mouth opened and closed, and he didn't say a word.

He originally had a slight cleanliness habit, and the taro cake pinched by her little paws may have been stained with the sweat of her palms, right? But when she put the sweet and greasy pastry into his mouth, he opened his mouth in a strange way, and then chewed it carefully and swallowed it.

Obviously he doesn't like sweets, but he thinks that the aftertaste of this pastry is very good, and faintly expects her to stuff him with another piece, but unfortunately she was soon attracted by a purple-blue butterfly, and ran fast after the butterfly, leaving only a string of "let-da-da-da" footsteps.

The evening of Yeming Lake was as bright as day, and the silver moonlight sprinkled all over the lake, Ji Qingtian couldn't sleep, and sat alone by a bush of reeds to watch the moon.

He has no mother since he was a child, and his father rarely comes to see him, saying that when he sees him, he will touch the scene, thinking of his biological mother Concubine Hua, who is said to be a lively beauty with bright eyes and good eyes.

It's a pity that he has been indifferent since he was a child, and he is not as likable as his biological mother at all, nor is he like his father, who has a heart for the world.

His only hobby is painting, he likes to sit quietly in the afternoon breeze alone, depicting the blue sky, white clouds, grass and green trees, but he never paints people, because he does not like to make friends with people, it is difficult to understand people's personalities, so it is difficult to depict people's "soul".

"Soul" refers to the soul of painting, and only when each painting depicts the "soul" of the target can the painting become flexible and full of vitality, and only when the "soul" is drawn can its dynamics be seen from the still picture.

The wind blows, the water flows, the eagle spreads its wings, the rabbit flees, and the bee sucks nectar......

At this moment, Ji Qingtian looked at the bright moon in the sky, but what appeared in front of him was the image of the little girl who seemed to be a sparrow revolving around him during the day.

Her surprise when she saw butterflies, her seriousness when she lowered her head to break a piece of taro cake in half, the agility of a little leopard when she pounced on her father, and the sweet smile she had when she called out to her seventh brother......

After sitting for half an hour, Ji Qingtian suddenly stood up, walked back to his tent quickly, spread out the rice paper, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and quickly smeared on it.

In just a moment, he sketched the vivid figure of the little girl, colored, dried, framed, and completed it in one go.

The henchman eunuch Cang Li, who was serving beside him, was so shocked that his jaw was about to drop, and his master had been learning to paint for eight years, this was the first time he had painted a figure, not only a one-time form, but also so expressive.

Following the master's ears and eyes, Cang Li's appreciation of the painting is actually not bad, and the little princess in the painting in front of him is simply vivid, as if the next moment will pounce on the purple-blue butterfly that catches the reed branch.

Although Ji Qingtian was not very satisfied with this painting, he was reluctant to destroy it, and Cang Liao did not wait for his instructions, so he carefully put it away and put it in the pear wood box that the master cared about the most.