The soft and collapsed voice was obviously a domineering sentence, but when it came to Zhou Mianmian's mouth, there was no momentum at all.

But no matter how delicate this little girl is, she still unswervingly protects Su Yungu behind her.

Su Yungu's heart warmed, there are few people in this world who really love her, and Zhou Mianmian is one.

"Although Sister Zhou said that it is better to be with my third sister, but the third sister has already said it just now, so it's not good to take it back."

is talking about Su Yunhua, at this time Li Qianzheng and Su Yunmo are surrounding her, she is used to being held by the stars, as if no matter where she goes, it should be like this.

Li Qian was silent, looking at Su Yungu and Zhou Mianmian, and then twisted his face to the gentle Su Yunhua who was smiling beside him.

The chin that was tilted back suddenly fell back into place, and the originally arrogant eyes suddenly died down at this time, with an indescribable loneliness and complexity.

Su Yungu finally decided to insist on following her own words.

Zhao Wenxuan didn't know that this group of children was so capable of making trouble, so he waved his hand and agreed to Su Yungu with a headache, and everyone returned to their rice paper, and Su Minglang put the paint tray in his hand next to Su Yungu.

The room returned to quiet, and Zhao Wenxuan suppressed the bulging tendons on his head, and trembled to raise the brush in his hand and draw.

Su Yungu's drawing was very simple, and she was the first to finish with her pen, she glanced at He Shuwen, and saw that there was nothing abnormal about him, so she turned her gaze back.

Zhao Wenxuan looked at it again, and his whole face turned bad.

It was rare for the little old man to be a little more serious, and Su Yunmo muttered quietly below.

"This first must be the second sister's, and the second sister's painting has been praised by the lady in the palace."

Su Yunhua smiled gently, patted Su Yunmo's hand, and said: "Fourth sister, don't say this, don't forget that there is also the eldest brother and Ren Xiaohouye, Ren Xiaohouye's paintings have been praised by the emperor."

When the words fell, she glanced at Ren Xiaohouye, thinking that he would thank herself, but Ren Xiaohouye, who heard the words on the side, was cold like a deaf deaf person, and he was so noble that he didn't even want to give her a straight face.

Su Yunhua's face was pale and he didn't say more.

"The third place is the autumn water map of Miss Su Er."

When Su Yunhua heard this, his face froze, and the smile on his face was just like that.

Su Yunmo just wanted to ask Zhao Wenxuan if there was something wrong, but he opened his mouth again and announced the second place, which was actually Ren Xiaohouye.

Ren Xiaohou Ye is only a second, and when Su Yunhua heard that he was behind Ren Xiaohou, his heart was not depressed to calm down a lot.

Thinking about it, she looked at Su Minglong, who was not far away, and smiled, feeling that this must be her eldest brother in the first place.

Su Minglong just smiled and shook his head, and didn't explain much.

"The first place is the sunset sky of the three girls."

With Zhao Wenxuan's words, everyone looked towards the painting, and there was silence for a while.

The gray-blue and green sky, the endless desert, the two are about to meet, and a sunset is about to fall.

The whole painting looks a little messy at first glance, but the more you look at it, the more flavorful it becomes, and there is an indescribable sense of twilight decadence, so beautiful that people can't help but want to look at it more.

Su Yunmo shouted: "What is this painting, a mess, why let her take the first, Mr. is biased." ”

"This is Zhao Lao's style."

It was Ren Xiaohou Ye who said this, Su Yunmo lost his voice instantly, and looked at Su Yungu incredulously.

At this time, I didn't know that it was Su Yunmo, and the people in the room were staring at her.

Who is Zhao Lao, a generation of painters Zhao Shixiu, proficient in various painting styles, the most sought after is the decadent beauty style, this style is rarely able to control.

The reason why Su Yungu is here is not because of her innate talent, but because in her previous life, Su Minglang loved this painter very much when she grew up.

In order to prepare for his fourteen-year-old birthday gift, Su Yungu deliberately worked hard to find Zhao Lao's paintings, and copied them for half a year before mastering the essence.

It's a pity that the last painting was not sent to Su Minglang's hands.

Su Yunhua was once again robbed of the limelight, and his angry red lips turned white.

If her eyes could kill, Su Yungu would definitely have died 10,000 times under Su Yunhua's eyes.

"Third girl, I have a small request."

Su Yungu was surprised, and she didn't know what Zhao Wenxuan wanted to do, but she had a good impression of this little old man.

"Sir, please."

"Can you give me this painting?"

Su Yungu didn't expect Zhao Wenxuan to look up to her like this, and nodded in agreement with some flattery.

Su Yunmo was secretly annoyed, she didn't see where this painting looked like Zhao Lao's style, she just felt that everyone shouldn't hold her like this.

Zhou Mianmian's eyebrows and eyes were more curved, and his shining eyes were reflected in Ren Xiaohou's eyes, and Ren Xiaohou's ice face was a little softer.

He Shuwen stood quietly in the crowd, quiet and strange.

Su Minglang's little paws tugged at the edge of Su Yungu's clothes, Su Yungu looked at him along his line of sight, and saw that he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, which were often shining, had dimmed at this time.

It's like a puppet without the backbone of the heart.

Su Yungu stared at him, silently overflowing two words from her lips.

"Get out."

Sure enough, He Shuwen's feet were obediently raised, and Su Yungu hurriedly gave Su Minglang and Zhou Mianmian a look respectively, and followed He Shuwen out.

Su Minglong saw that Su Yungu and He Shuwen were both walking outside, in a strange state, and hurriedly shouted, but neither of them looked back.

Su Yunhua curled the corners of her mouth at this moment, what about the scenery, in the end, she didn't have to listen to her mother's arrangement.

Before others could follow Su Minglong and raise their eyes to see Su Yungu and them, Su Yunhua suddenly squatted on the ground with his stomach covered, his face hideous.

Su Minglang and Zhou Mianmian wished that no one would see Su Yungu, and the two of them also followed Su Yunhua's drama.

The room was chaotic again for a moment, and all eyes were turned to Su Yunhua.

Su Yungu, who was outside the courtyard, didn't let the maid follow, and whispered a few words to He Shuwen.

Suddenly, He Shuwen grabbed Su Yungu's wrist as if he was crazy, walked out of the courtyard, and walked straight in the direction of Songhe Hall.

Su Yungu shouted at her throat and begged for help, and someone heard it and rushed to help, but He Shuwen dragged Su Yungu to run faster.

When she was about to arrive at Songhe Hall, Su Yungu was already pale and couldn't cry.

As soon as He Shuwen stopped, the subordinates behind him caught up, and three or five people went to break He Shuwen's hand, but his strength was too great, no matter how hard he tried, his hand seemed to be stuck to it, and he didn't move at all.

The old lady was supported by a group of people when she heard the sound, and as soon as she stepped out of the moon gate, she saw that the tearful eyes in Su Yungu's eyes were almost unable to open.

"Grandmother, save me."

The old lady looked at Su Yungu kneeling on the ground, and suddenly some pictures quickly appeared in her mind, her eyes were dark, and the whole person was almost planted in the snow.

Mama Gou and a group of maids were busy supporting her, Su Yungu was afraid that something would happen to her, so she wanted to crawl over to help her, but He Shuwen's men were tight, and she gasped in pain.

Old Madam Su said angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, cut off your hands for me, move my three girls under my nose, I'm not dead yet!"

Old Madam Su roared hoarsely, her annoyed eyes turned red, and she couldn't stop trembling.

Su Yungu was distressed, but this bitter plan was already halfway done, and she couldn't stop there, not to mention that in this game, it was very likely that the He family would be brought down, and she was even more unrelenting.

When Su Hou came, he saw his daughter being grabbed by a man, kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly, and the old lady almost fainted in pain.

This kind of scene is even more uncomfortable than killing him.

He pulled out the guard's sword and directly picked He Shuwen's arm, the bright red blood was particularly eye-catching in the white snow.

The strong fishy smell caused Su Yungu's stomach to churn, and as soon as she wanted to turn back, Su Hou covered her eyes and hugged her into her arms.

"Aunt Yun is not afraid, Daddy is here."

Su Yungu gritted her teeth and whimpered and cried, her voice seemed to be deliberately suppressed, and the hearts of those who listened to it throbbed.

The old lady also stepped forward, and Su Yungu broke away from Su Hou and hid in the old lady's arms.

In an instant, he burst into tears, and his whole body looked frightened.

The old lady trembled her hands and patted her back again and again, and she didn't know what was in her mouth.

Su Hou picked up the sword he had just thrown on the ground, stepped forward, and pointed it at the throat of the man on the ground, only then did he see that this person was actually He Shuwen, the distant nephew of the He family.