The autumn rhyme is deep, and the leaves of the plane trees are blown by the wind, making a rattling sound, like the squeak of countless birds jumping on the trees, and like countless elves flipping and jumping in the jungle, playing and playing. And the leader of these elves was sitting on the swing frame, swaying carelessly.

Last night, Wei Jinfeng didn't close his eyes all night, all in front of him were the faces of the beautiful girl, he boasted that he had seen countless beauties, all kinds of them included, some were as cold as icebergs, some were as passionate as fire, some were subtle and gentle, and some were playful and cute, but no matter which one, it was not as good as the girl in front of him, her every move, every smile and smile seemed to have the weight of a thousand gold to smash on his heart.

If you want to forget, you can't.

Finally caught the dawn, Wei Jinfeng hurriedly got up, remembering that he had to go to paint the portrait of the young lady today, and even the tiredness of last night's restless was swept away.

Walking out of the guest room where he was, he called Baoyan, the child was not in the room, it seemed that he had run somewhere to help, he happened to be reluctant to take him over, thinking that he should go with him, so he packed up his painting utensils, carried them by his side and walked to the garden agreed yesterday.

In the garden, the swing frame was empty, and it was clear that the beauty had not yet arrived. He sat down next to the stone table, waited for about a stick of incense, and saw that the young lady had not yet arrived, so he himself spread out the rice paper, studied the ink, and completely relied on the hurried glance of yesterday night, picked up the pen and went down, brushed a little bit to outline the eyebrows like a distant mountain, the mouth and nose like a hanging gall, the black hair was like a cloud, and the white clothes were better than the snow.

Only those eyes, hazy like two dusk moons, are not clear and bright, but they are as bright as promised, and there is no low gloom at all.

He was staring at the faint ink on the rice paper in a daze, when there was a sound of clanging behind him, like a smart spring running between the mountains and rocks, flowing out of a gentle rhythm. Wei Jinfeng turned around, and saw Ning Xiang helping the Yiren he saw yesterday to walk slowly, he got up, Ning Xiang looked at the man in front of him, and sighed involuntarily, that person's eyes were already full of love, and Wei Jinfeng was a rare character, under his calm appearance, there was a suave heart, if he had a piano on his body at this time, he could really pick a beauty.

It's a pity that the young lady of her family can't see the affectionate gaze of the man.

"Ningxiang?" The girl felt a little strange, and the usual nagging Ning Xiang had no sound at this time, isn't it strange?

Ning Xiang smiled and said in her ear, "Princess, the painter is looking at you." ”

The girl smiled lightly, "How can he paint if he doesn't look at me." Go make a good pot of tea, I'm a little thirsty. Ning Xiang helped the girl to the stone table, "Young Master Weisan, my young lady is a little inconvenient to move, you have to be more accommodating." ”

Wei Jinfeng smiled, "That's nature. ”

The girl's face was photographed like this, and it was covered with a faint layer of golden, and the skin that was as transparent as white paper last night was very radiant at this moment, and the slightly pale lips were also plated with a layer of light gold, which made the faint pink more charming.

"Wei Gongzi?" When the girl saw that he had not spoken for a long time, she spoke.

Wei Jinfeng secretly said that he was out of shape, and pretended to cough twice, "What does Miss want to draw?" ”

"I want to ...... It doesn't matter what you paint. The girl bowed her head slightly. The voice was a little low, Wei Jinfeng's heart was pinched, he understood where the lowness in her words came from, no matter how good the painting was, no matter how much she painted, for her, it was just a piece of paper that could be touched. She doesn't really enjoy the beauty of the paintings.

"My family wants a portrait of me, so I can ask Mr. Wei to paint a portrait for me." The girl's silence was only for a moment, and later, she met Wei Jinfeng's eyes generously. Although he knew that she couldn't see anything, but being looked at by such a pair of graceful and luxurious eyes, Wei Jinfeng actually had feelings in his heart that he couldn't say and couldn't understand.

"Then please sit upright, and let me draw a portrait of Miss below." Wei Jinfeng smiled, slowly lifted the pen, quietly put aside the painting he had just drawn to dry, and spread another piece of snow-white rice paper before he could do it.

Still no watercolor paint, only a faint ink smudge, Wei Jinfeng looked at the girl on the opposite side, and couldn't help but be in a daze.

"Smack." A slight voice came into her ears, and the girl opened her lips and said, "Master Wei, your ink is dripping onto the paper." Wei Jinfeng looked down, and sure enough, a little black ink dot on the white and elegant paper expanded little by little, and he secretly cursed in his heart, confessed his guilt, and replaced the stained paper.

"How did Mademoiselle know?" Even he didn't realize that the paper was contaminated, how did she, a blind girl, know?

The girl smiled slightly, and moved her somewhat stiff body to sit, "Generally, blind people are better than ordinary people's ears." ”

How could she say such arrogant words so calmly in front of an outsider? There was not a hint of shyness or ugliness, as if she had never been sad that she was blind.

"Is it true that Miss is so open-minded, don't you care?" He was a straightforward man, and he thought so in his heart, so he asked.

The girl was stunned for a moment and shook her head, "I have suffered from eye disease since I was born, and I may have seen how magnificent the scenery outside is, but I really have no impression, and I forgot the color, so I am not so sad." ”

It's not that she's not sad, it's not that she's not sad, it's just ...... For someone who has never seen color, black and white will not seem so boring.

Hearing this, Wei Jinfeng suddenly changed his mind, poured some paint into the dish again, and gently highlighted it, her color should be completed by him. That's what he thought in his heart.

But the second time, he picked up the pen, and he couldn't draw anymore anyway. He could only stare at the half-sketched beauty, but this time he learned his lesson and took the ink-stained brush farther away, so as not to stain the picture again.

She didn't know it, she just sat dumbfounded, her eyes wandering away, as if she had drifted to the boundless place, thinking about something. Under the morning sun, he looked at her, full of affection, and she looked into the distance, thoughtful.

Bao Yan walked in from the outside, and collided with Ning Xiang, who was holding the tea tray and did not advance or retreat. As soon as Bao Yan was about to speak, he was covered by Ning Xiang's mouth, "Don't make trouble, your son-in-law is painting a portrait of our young lady." ”

"Portrait?" Is there a portrait like this? The person who painted only looked at the young lady, and he didn't put pen to paper at all. Bao Yan wondered in his heart, but when his eyes saw the tray in Ning Xiang's hand, he couldn't move it. Ning Xiang was holding a plate of delicate pastries and a pot of good tea in his hands, seeing that Bao Yan's saliva was about to drip down, Ning Xiang had no choice but to grab a piece of pastry and stuff it into his mouth, "You go over there and eat by yourself, don't hinder Young Master Wei San's painting." ”

Bao Yan was flattered, and hurriedly ran over there with a grateful look to sit down, obediently eating snacks.

Ning Xiang glanced inside, and finally brought back the pot of tea, which was no longer steaming. After changing the new tea, he came back, and by the way, he threw a box of melon seed candy to Bao Yan, and Bao Yan suddenly became well-behaved.

"Young Master Weisan, please use tea." Ning Xiang put down the tea and withdrew again.

"Miss, please have tea too." Wei Jinfeng picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and gently handed it to the girl, the girl smiled, reached out to pick it up, took a sip, and put it down.

"Wei Gongzi, can we rest for a while?" She opened her mouth embarrassedly, and Wei Jinfeng realized that she had been in a posture for too long, and said apologetically, "Let Miss sit quietly for a long time, it is a negligence, Miss should get up and stretch her muscles." ”

The girl nodded, and was about to get up, but when she moved, she realized that her legs were already a little numb, and before she could scream, she shook it crookedly a few times, Wei Jinfeng hurriedly reached out to support her, "Miss is not feeling well?" ”

was held by a strange man, two red clouds flew on the girl's cheeks, but she couldn't push them away, no one was to help her, she was afraid that she would have fallen to the ground a long time ago. "Thank you, Childe." That's all she can say.

Wei Jinfeng held her slender arm, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of flowers coming from her body, which was the kind of elegant and sweet fragrance that she had never smelled before.

"What kind of incense powder does Miss use, it's really sweet and lovely." He didn't have anything to say to ease the embarrassment between the two. When he said this, he helped her to her feet and walked slowly.

"I never use powder, it's incense. It is the fragrance of blood flowers. She smiled lightly and whispered.

"Blood Yan? Is it the national flower of the Northern Underworld? ”

The girl smiled lightly, "Childe is really knowledgeable, and he is the national flower of the Northern Underworld." ”

"I didn't expect this little flower to be so sweet." Wei Jinfeng praised it, and suddenly said again, "Although this flower is beautiful, it can't compare to Miss's just in case." ”

Childe laughed. The girl was a little shy, but her feet were slipped by a stone, and she exclaimed, and she was surrounded by a pair of big hands around her waist. He also has the bitter aroma of a good bergamot, which is reassuring to smell.

"Miss beware." He gave a timely reminder, but did not let go of his hands after the girl had stood firm, he hugged her and watched her pale little face stained with a blood-like flush.

"Wei Gongzi ......" She was too shy to speak, she struggled lightly twice, but she didn't break free from his embrace, and she was afraid of alarming the people outside, so she could only whisper, "Can you ...... Release your hand. "After all, men and women don't kiss.

Wei Jinfeng symbolically let go, but still kept the posture of supporting her, "The matter is urgent, Miss Tang Tu." The girl turned her head away, bit her lower lip, and did not speak.

"What does Miss want to inscribe on that painting just now?" Wei Jinfeng changed the subject.

"Just write my name." The girl looked up, glanced in his direction, and slowly descended. Wei Jinfeng waited for this sentence, and hurriedly asked, "Dare to ask Miss Fang's name." He still didn't know the name of this beautiful woman who made his heart pound.

"Yan'er." Her gaze fell on the piece of blood at the feet of the two, and she said in a low voice, "In the name of blood Yan, maybe it's a kind of fate." "But it's also a sin. In this sunlit courtyard, he took her hand and was silent.

In the Northern Underworld, there is only one person who can be named after Blood Yan, and that is the little princess of the Northern Underworld, the Northern Underworld Rongyan.