The sun is just right on a spring afternoon, and the Shi'an Institute is harmonious.

Xiange lay among the flowers, and couldn't help but be drowsy in the warm spring breeze and the fragrance of flowers. Seeing that her eyes were about to close, Yayi on the side secretly pinched her.

Xian Ge almost exhaled in pain, and the yawn that had just reached his mouth was so stiffly choked.

She raised her head and looked at Yayi aggrievedly, and Yayi cast a warning look at her, obviously saying: Dare to be lazy in front of the girl, be careful of your skin!

Xian Ge remembered the situation of being beaten and scolded by his own girl at every turn in the past, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill all over his body, and his sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

However, looking at the girl who was lying on the desk and painting a portrait of her with a serious expression, Xian Ge muttered in her heart again.

Since her girl had a big fuss on the day of her marriage to the second master of the Fu family, and then accidentally fell down the steps, and woke up again, it has become different from before.

In the past, she was short-tempered, beat and scolded her subordinates at every turn, only loved gold, silver and jade, and did not understand literature and ink. Now she has become kind-hearted, so that her subordinates will not kneel in front of her, they will eat with them, and they are also in love with painting.

No, I heard that today is the birthday of Xiange, so she had a whim to make a picture of a beautiful woman among flowers for Xiange as a birthday gift.

Xian Ge couldn't understand why the girl's temperament suddenly changed, was it because the noise on the wedding night was too stimulated?

But the noisy person is her, even if she is stimulated, it should be the people of the Fu family who are stimulated. Otherwise, half a month has passed since they got married, and the second master Fu and the people of the Fu family have never stepped into the World Security Courtyard for half a step, and even the old lady Fu has exempted her from greeting her morning and evening.

Zhou Jingrong didn't know what Xian Ge thought, so he only concentrated on painting, and was extremely careful with his strokes. Although the temperature in early spring was not high, she was still busy sweating.

This can't be blamed for her lack of skill, but as a modern person, it is not easy to skillfully use ancient painting tools.

Zhou Jingrong was originally a best-selling comic book author in modern times, and climbed to the top of the mountain very dedicatedly for the filming, but accidentally fell off the cliff. When I woke up, I thought that I would not die, but I didn't want to travel to ancient times.

Such an adventure did not hit her optimistic nature, life is so precious, it is not easy to survive, how dare she complain about God and others.

Besides, as soon as she learned to paint, was she afraid that there would be no way to live in ancient times? Although she draws comics, she is determined to carry out her beloved comic business to the end.

In the past few days, she has tried all the common painting tools in ancient times, and she feels uncomfortable. After all, she is used to using a pen tablet, and she rarely touches paper, let alone this unfamiliar pen and paper.

Just like the hard one she uses now, the tip of the pen is hard, and the rice paper is thin and soft, and the slightest carelessness will cut the paper, so you need to control your strength at all times, and the hand holding the pen does not dare to loosen the slack, and the fingers are stiff and can't bend back.

Until the last stroke, Zhou Jingrong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person slumped on the chair, as if he had been drained of all his strength.

Yayi has great eyesight, and is busy massaging her stiff shoulders and neck.

Xian Ge completed the task of being a model, and also got up and trotted over, looking at himself on the drawing paper and letting out an exclamation.

Xian Ge has never read a book, and he can't use beautiful rhetoric, so he can only express his inner feelings in the most simple words: "Girl, this painting is so beautiful." ”

Zhou Jingrong looked at Xian Ge with a smile, the corners of her eyes were like a bright string on the moon, and she said softly: "It's good if you like it." ”

Xian Ge smiled shyly, carefully rolled up the painting, as if treating some treasure, and said attentively: "Girl, are you hungry?" The slave will go and make you jujube pastry. ”

Speaking of eating, Zhou Jingrong's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously swallowed her saliva: "I still want to eat jade shrimp dumplings." ”

Xian Ge was amused by Zhou Jingrong's greedy appearance: "That slave will go to the kitchen to prepare now." ”

"Wait a minute." Zhou Jingrong stopped Xian Ge and handed her a stack of drawing paper on the table: "You find someone to help me bind these paintings together, and then cut some paper of the same size, wrap a cover, and I will use it as a sketchbook." ”

Xian Ge didn't know what a sketchbook was, but Zhou Jingrong told her to understand, so she answered "yes" and left happily with the painting.

Xian Ge walked out of the courtyard briskly, but unexpectedly took a look at Fu Yunshen, the second master of the Fu family.

Fu Yunshen has a long body and a noble bearing, but his face is expressionless, his cold eyes are deep, and he exudes a compelling aura for no reason.

Xian Ge was so frightened by him that his hands shook, and the drawing paper was scattered all over the ground, and just a few fell at his feet.

Fu Yunshen's little guy Yan Feng picked up the painting and handed it to him, he glanced at it casually, and was immediately attracted by the painting, with a slight disbelief in his eyes.

Although there are a few lines that are not smooth, the scenery is detailed and vivid, and even the appearance of the meat insects lying on the flowers and leaves shivering in the wind is depicted in detail, which is quite interesting.

Fu Yunshen was suspicious, and said coldly: "This is what she painted?" ”

What Fu Yunshen was referring to was naturally Zhou Jingrong, and Xian Ge nodded hurriedly: "It was painted by the second grandmother." ”

Fu Yun snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Graffiti." ”

Although Fu Yunshen said this, he still couldn't help but look at the other paintings. But when he turned to the next picture, his waveless expression was a little cracked.

The person in the painting is dressed in white, tall as jade, his eyes are cold, Ling Jun is dusty, and his appearance and demeanor are eight or nine points similar to him.

Fu Yunshen frowned, his face showed displeasure, and directly tore the painting in half.

Xian Ge exclaimed: "Second master! ”

Fu Yunshen looked at her, his face was gloomy, his voice was as cold as frost and snow, and he warned: "Tell your master, don't scribble casually!" ”

Zhou Jingrong was slumped in the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate, waiting for the delicious jade shrimp dumplings, but when he saw Xiange's eyes red and returned, he hurriedly said, "What's wrong, who bullied you?" ”

Xian Ge didn't answer, and knelt on the ground with a thud, tears falling down like beads with broken threads.

Zhou Jingrong was startled by Xiange's sudden movements, and hurriedly asked Yayi to help her up.

Xian Ge choked up and said, "It's all the slave's fault, I accidentally let the second master tear up your painting." ”

Zhou Jingrong was surprised: "Fu Yunshen tore up my painting? ”

She took the drawing paper in the string singer, looked through them one by one, and found nothing missing, and asked, "Which one did he tear?" ”

Xian Ge still sobbed and whispered, "That's the one you drew him." ”

Fu Yun was so good-looking, Zhou Jingrong was amazed when he saw him for the first time. She had always loved all things good, so she drew him casually and didn't care.

Zhou Jingrong said indifferently: "Tear it, tear it." ”

At this time, even Yayi couldn't help but be surprised: "Girl, aren't you angry? ”

Zhou Jingrong sneered: "What's there to be angry with that kind of person with eyes on the top of his head?" He doesn't like me, and I don't like him. If it weren't for the old lady's pressure, I would have slapped the book on his head, dragging something! ”

Zhou Jingrong felt unhappy as long as she remembered Fu Yunshen's disgusting eyes when she looked at her.

Although he knew that it was the original owner that he hated, she was the one who suffered the cold violence. She is not so generous, others slapped her, and she smiled and asked people if their hands hurt.

Harm is harm, and there is no excuse to wash it away.