Zhenhuang stayed by himself like this, but fortunately, Liu Chunying had many suites in his room, and Liu Chunying's status in Yuchun Tower was very important, so Liu Chunying could provide him with a hiding space.

During the day, Liu Chunying painted, Zhenhuang hid in his room and didn't come out, and he didn't know what to do, and the two didn't interfere with each other. Occasionally, Zhenhuang also came out for a walk, Liu Chunying's room was full of paintings she made, Zhenhuang casually toured, shook his head and said: "Your painting is really good in the eyes of ordinary people, but after all, it is a female stream, and its strength is still a little worse." Therefore, your painting can only be superficial, and cannot go deep into the core, so it will not become an atmosphere after all. ”

It's the first time someone says that their painting is not good, and this person still takes in a guest by himself: "Can you paint?" Liu Chunying sneered.

Zhenhuang did not reply directly, but said to himself: the most particular thing about painting is to use the pen and the ink, the pen is the hook, the strangle, the point brushwork, the ink is baked, dyed, broken, etc., in the ink is also extremely particular, divided into thick, light, dry, wet, these are all pay attention to the strength......

Liu Chunying didn't reply to his words, just looked at him with a faint sneer, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth.

His gaze stayed on the falling of the painting, and sighed: "Liu Chunying, such a name is the name of Flower Street and Willow Lane when I hear it, and it is actually associated with such an elegant and interesting thing as painting, hum, it's too sweeping." ”

Liu Chunying was so angry that her willow eyebrows frowned, biting her lip and saying nothing.

Zhenhuang glanced back at her and wrote lightly: "Are you angry?" He approached her, and seemed to take a serious look at her delicate and beautiful face for the first time, and then smiled faintly: "It also does not match your beautiful and quiet face." Change your name, how about Ling Xiangji? ”

"It's strange that a cold woman like you can fit into the place of Yuchun Tower, hehe!" He pinched her jaw and stared quietly for a moment, his eyes flowing, a moment of brilliance, and asked her lightly: "How about I take you out of here?" Zhenhuang's facial features are so three-dimensional and exquisite, and the eyes of people are also delicate and charming, and the faint smell of herbs on his body lingers on the tip of her nose, and she actually has a trace of heartbeat, but that trace of heartbeat is only in an instant, and then completely disappears: "I don't like men, especially men like you." ”

Zhenhuang seemed to be extremely interested in his next sentence, and asked: "You seem to know a lot about men, I want to ask you, what kind of man am I?" ”

Zhenhuang's question made Liu Chunying's face red.

"You don't know anything about men, and you don't know anything about me, so you judge me?" He took her hand and rubbed it in his palm.

A strange and wonderful feeling lingered all over the body, making Xiang Ji can't help but say: "Okay! ”

"Then let's say it, don't regret it in the future!" With a vague smile on his face, Zhenhuang let go of his hand.

Regret, why should she regret it? She doesn't understand.

"Ling Xiangji, go, lay out the futon, tonight is our wedding night, from now on, you will be my Zhenhuang woman." After Zhenhuang finished speaking, he opened it with his hand, revealing another peerless face, he glanced at the thin white skin on his hand, rubbed it, and then threw it out of the window and fell into the deep pond downstairs.

"You ......"

"Transfiguration, don't you understand?" Zhenhuang glanced at Ling Xiangji with a light smile, sat down at the table in the center of the house, made himself a cup of hot tea, and drank it slowly.

Ling Xiangji also sat down at the table and asked carefully, "You...... Is it true now? ”

Zhenhuang grinned and asked rhetorically, "What do you think?" Zhenhuang's words made Ling Xiangji faintly unhappy, he said that he wanted to marry her, but he did not show his true face. Zhenhuang also saw Ling Xiangji's unhappiness, put down the teacup, walked to Ling Xiangji's side, hugged her, and said with a smile: "Such a trivial matter, why bother to take it seriously?" ”

In his heart, such a thing was actually a trivial matter, which made Xiangji's heart blocked in general unhappiness, but Zhenhuang didn't take her unhappiness seriously at all.

"Today is our wedding night, we should rest a little earlier, right?" Zhenhuang took Ling Xiangji's hand: "Go, lay out the brocade, I'm going to sleep." His eyes were so gentle, rippling with light.

"Okay." Ling Xiangji's eyes drooped slightly, and a shy flush appeared on his face.