She waved her hand and walked away.

Pu Zihuang did not respond, nor did he look up at her, but picked up the pen and painted quietly.

After a while, there was a touch of the back of a girl standing on the screen.

The long-haired shirt was blown up by the wind, and although the face could not be seen, its infinite demeanor could still be seen.

He put down his pen, sat at the table, looked at the back of the girl in the painting, and was stunned for a while.

……

The early morning light hits the bed.

Bishang opened her eyes, saw the unfamiliar environment around her, shook her head, sat up, and remembered yesterday's events.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked out of the house, and saw the snow all over the mountains, and couldn't help but feel a little refreshed.

A little flower demon came over and said with a smile: "Princess Bishang is awake, do you want me to fetch water for you?" ”

"No, I don't. What about Brother Zihuang? ”

"The master seems to be in the study."

"So hard." Bishang jumped down the steps, "I'll go find him." ”

She followed the fingerprints of the little flower demon, found the study, and through the window, saw him sitting at the table, holding a pen and writing.

Bishang took a light step, jumped in, and said with a smile: "Brother Zihuang is early!" ”

Pu Zihuang looked up at her and smiled gently: "Sister Bishang slept well?" ”

"Okay, it's very heavy, I haven't woken up all night." Bi Sheng smiled, "I didn't expect the wine brought by Ruan Ling to be so good." After that, I couldn't sleep again, so I went to her for a drink. But what happened next? I don't remember at all......"

"You're drunk, Ruan Ling sent you to the guest room." Pu Zihuang Road.

He didn't mention her drunken remarks.

Bishang asked, "What about Ruan Ling?" ”

"She went back last night."

"Oh...... I'd like to invite her to my Beihai Dragon Palace. Bishang pursed her lips a little regretfully.

"If you want to invite her, it's easy, just ask someone to send a post to Jiuqiu Mountain." Pu Zihuang smiled, "She is a trustworthy person and will go to the appointment on time." ”

"Okay, I remember." Bishang looked at the table curiously, "Early in the morning, what did Brother Zihuang write?" ”

"Practice your words casually." He was copying an inscription.

It is in the obscure ancient god script.

Bishang looked at it for a while, then lost interest, and turned around in the study, looking here and touching there.

Pu Zihuang also let her go.

Suddenly, Bi Shang's gaze stopped on a scroll of painting.

The scroll is rolled up with a ribbon, and a plum blossom is pinned, which is very elegant.

She reached out and pulled out the scroll, untied the ribbon, and unfolded it—

On the snow-covered cliffs, a few green plum trees stand proudly, blooming a little green.

Underneath the green plum is the back of a slender girl in a white dress.

The girl's long waterfall-like hair is tossed by the wind.

The artistic conception is far-reaching, but with a bit of sadness.

Bishang was fascinated.

"What are you looking at?" A hand suddenly reached over and took the painting back.

Bishang looked up and saw Pu Zihuang with a calm face and rolled up the picture.

He has always been gentle and smiling.

Bi Shang had never seen him look so serious.

She sneered, "I'm sorry, I'll take a look at ......"

He had already rolled up the scroll, put it in the highest corner, turned around and walked out, "Are you hungry, I'll let Pingjia cook breakfast for you." ”

Bishang was a little uneasy and followed: "Brother Zihuang, I was wrong, I shouldn't have rummaged through your things." Don't be mad at me. ”

"It's fine."

When he sat down at the table, Pu Zihuang had already returned to normal.