The most important thing, is he?

Xue Yan's heart suddenly became a little nervous, but he smiled slowly, "Okay." ”

The curvature of the corners of Mo Xueyan's mouth immediately widened, looking at the four treasures of the study on the table, but she twisted her eyebrows, and then took out her charcoal from the small bag, only then smiled again and started her painting.

Xue Yan stood quietly and watched, Mo Xueyan painted quickly, but in a moment, the outline of the winter cold plum picture had been depicted,

The sketch and the realistic Xue Yan were amazed, but there was also a sense of loss in his heart, it was not him, the most important thing in Xue'er's heart was not him.

After drawing the foundation, Mo Xueyan used a brush to fill in the coloring, Xue Yan looked attentively, the more she looked, the more surprised she became, and looked at Mo Xueyan's eyes, gradually with a hint of inquiry.

As far as he knows, although Beiyue Yan is the county lord of the Beiyue family, although she has learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, she is not so powerful, isn't Xue'er her?

But Xue'er is not a woman from the Mo family, so is it possible that Xue'er is really Mo Xueyan, but she is another Mo Xueyan with the same surname as the woman of the Mo family.

At this moment when Xue Yan was thinking about it, Mo Xueyan had already put on the bottom layer of glaze.

Suddenly, Xue Yan's ears moved slightly, her eyes immediately flashed, and she walked out of the attic of the Water Pavilion without disturbing Mo Xueyan.

Mo Xian stood quietly outside the door of the building, his face covered by the mask was a look of doubt, Wang and they had left Meixue County for half a month, but Wang suddenly ordered to turn back, and let Wu Yi look like him and go back to Yedu with Mo Xiao.

Xue Yan walked out and looked at Mo Xian, his eyes flashing again.

"King." Mo Xian was stunned when he saw Xue Yan, but immediately knelt on one knee.

Why did the king dress like this, isn't the king the most disliked white?

"Get up!" In just three words, Xue Yan walked in again.

Mo Xian followed quietly, and after seeing Mo Xueyan, he could be considered to understand.

It turned out that Wang couldn't let go of Miss Xueyan because of Miss Xueyan, so he folded back, because Miss Xueyan liked snow, so she wore the color clothes she didn't like the most in the past.

And at this moment, in the backyard of Hongyun Restaurant in Meixue County, on an ice jade warm bed in the basement dark room, Li Shuo closed his eyes quietly, as if he was asleep.

Ling Ya and Mo Qian looked at Lishuo quietly, and Mo Qian's gaze was a little complicated.

Ling Ya turned his head to look at Mo Qian as if he had a feeling, and suddenly said, "Mo Qian, are you shaken?" ”

"Nope." Mosie shook her head.

"I just think that this king lives a very hard life, very pitiful, if it weren't for the master to help him temporarily suppress the witch wolf's bloodiness every month, now he is afraid that he will not be able to suppress the witch wolf's blood, and has become the puppet of the holy witch wolf god."

"He is bitter, but the master is more bitter than him, what he bears is only a bloody attack once a month, but the master has to bear all the pain caused by the bloody nature of the witch wolf in his place, and that feeling is like cutting flesh and bones.

Saying that he is pitiful, I don't think that he has parents who spoil him and love him, and what about the master! They were also the parents of the master, but they rejected him.

is also a son, why is the master the one who is abandoned, is it just because the master is the elder brother? ”

Ling Ya said in a low voice, with a little hatred, and the palm in his sleeve was clenched very tightly, as if he had a feeling of wanting to kill Lishuo at any time.

"Lingya, this is the master's own brother." Mosie immediately reminded.

Ling Ya suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them, all the emotions in his eyes turned into calm.

"I know that the master said that the person who must not touch us in the country is him."

Mosie suddenly sighed, looked at Lishuo, and the complicated emotions in her eyes gradually calmed down.

"That's fine, now that the master has made up his mind and finally reversed, then the master will be the prince who has left the country in the future, and this king will sleep well! If he sleeps, the witch wolf's bloody nature will not attack, and he can live like this, and it is good to live in the dream of his master. ”

……

Mo Xueyan had already drawn the picture of the winter cold plum, took Xue Yan's hand like offering a treasure, and said with a smile: "Male god, how is it, is it particularly beautiful, do you have this feeling." ”

Xue Yan looked at Mo Xueyan, looked at the winter cold plum picture, and slowly read out the poem in the upper right corner, and laughed: "Xue'er, this is what you did?" I remember you composed a song when we went to the Plum Garden, and it seems that I really underestimated our Xue'er! is actually a talented woman, so talented. ”

As he spoke, he scratched the tip of Mo Xueyan's nose dotingly.

Mo Xueyan was weak-hearted, but she raised her neck with a proud face.

"Of course, male god, I'll tell you! You're just underestimating me, I'm actually pretty smart, aren't I! ”

Her brain is not good, but she is also pretending not to say five thousand years, hundreds of years of messy knowledge is still there, although it can't be said to be qin, chess, calligraphy and painting at all, but one or two poems related to snow can still be plagiarized, although her heart is really not a void!

As soon as Xue Yan looked at Mo Xueyan's expression, she knew that this poem was definitely not written by her, but she didn't say anything, she continued to look at the winter cold plum picture, looked at the down jacket in the picture, and looked at the down jacket in the picture, and her eyes were puzzled, and the guess in her heart was a little more affirmation.

"Xue'er, is this strange dress from your hometown?"

Xue Yan asked deliberately.

Mo Xueyan nodded without much thought.

"Well, male god, my hometown wears this kind of clothes, which is convenient and warm, but it's true, like you here, a piece of clothing is wrapped in several layers, and it doesn't feel uncomfortable tight."

Mo Xueyan couldn't stop chattering as soon as she opened the chatterbox, and the chatter started again.

As Mo Xueyan said more, thinking of Mo Xueyan's grandfather who had been on her lips, Xue Yan completely affirmed the idea in her heart.

Xue'er in front of him, although her name is Mo Xueyan, she is not the daughter of the Mo family, so she has not lost her memory, but she doesn't know about Bei Yueyan and the daughter of the Mo family.

While thinking, he put away the painting and handed it to Mo Xian, so that Mo Xian could keep it.

Mo Xueyan talked for a long time, until a glass of water was handed to his mouth, he scratched his head and smiled, stopped talking and took a sip, he was really a little thirsty after talking too much!

This kind of interaction between Mo Xueyan's snow and death, Mo Xian frowned slightly.

It was really strange that Wang didn't click on Miss Xueyan's dumb, let alone be impatient, and how could he feel that Wang's temperament was different, very comfortable, but it gave him an invisible sense of coercion.

Mo Xian's gaze Xue Yan noticed it, but he didn't react, because Xue Yan knew in his heart that no matter how much Mo Xian doubted, he would not find that he and Li Shuo were two different people.

The sun hung high in the sky, and Mo Xueyan and Xue Yan walked out of the attic of the water pavilion.

The rest of the people who played also came out.

The whole Hanmei Pavilion was lively, and the poems of talented and beautiful women were given a wine order, and Mo Xueyan and Xue Yan also joined in, but most of the time it was Xue Yan who wrote poems, and Mo Xueyan didn't say a song for a long time.

A day has passed, on the way back, Mo Xueyan looked at Xue Yan several times, how could she not notice Xue Yan with such a gaze, scratched the tip of Mo Xueyan's nose, and smiled dotingly.

"What does Cher have to say, say it! I want to talk all the way, and I am not afraid of being uncomfortable. ”

Mo Xueyan immediately smiled, "Male god, actually... Actually, I didn't write that poem, I just copied it from a great poet, as far as my mind goes, how could I make such a poem. ”

"I know." Xue Yan said slowly.

Know? Mo Xueyan was stunned.

Xue Yan said again: "Xue'er's mind can only hold your stories." ”

When she said this, Mo Xueyan was stunned, suddenly stunned, and slapped her head, oops, she forgot about the big thing.