When autumn frost was at war with heaven and man in her heart, she gently devoted herself to painting.

For the book of war, the art of war, the internal strength of the heart and the secret book of martial arts, etc., gentleness can almost be said to be unforgettable, but for things such as qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, gentleness can't be remembered by rote.

But today, she is too strange, obviously she can't remember, but she can clearly remember what Ye Xiuzhu told her, and what should be paid attention to in painting characters.

She also tried her best to put into practice what Ye Xiuzhu said, but she was not tempered in the end, so she was still a little powerless.

After finishing a painting, he gently put down his pen and got up to look at the finished product on the table, his two heroic eyebrows wrinkled together.

"Why is it still so ugly?"

Gently recalled Ye Xiuzhu's appearance, and felt that her painting was simply insulting him as a person......

"Smack." Gently slumped in her chair with her head down, looking at her painting with her mouth closed, and raised her hand to tear it off.

But after picking up the painting and looking at the person on it, she hesitated.

After looking at it, she babbled: "It's still a bit similar, or keep it...... Keep it for yourself. ”

This decision overflowed, and Gentleness put the painting aside and put it away when the ink was dry.

She laid out another piece of paper on the table, then picked up the pen again and began to draw......

One after another, people who are obviously not interested in painting at all, but tonight somehow they are very patient, as if they will not give up if they don't draw a satisfactory picture.

During this period, Qiushuang woke up a few times, but every time she didn't see Gentle and ready to stop writing, she had no choice but to remind, but every time the answer she got from Gentle Mouth was not sleepy.

Looking at the piles of paintings next to the table, Qiushuang knew that something was wrong.

She was still hesitating whether to tell the Yuan clan about tonight, but now, ...... She didn't think she could do it.

Their young lady is crazy.

Crazy for a man.

Qiu Shuang's heart thought, gentle but not such a feeling, she painted one by one, not only not sleepy, but also more and more energetic, because she can obviously feel the subtlety of the words "practice makes perfect".

I don't know how long it took, but when Qiushuang came to remind her for the tenth time, Gentleness finally put the pen down.

Looking at the painting on the table, Gentle finally smiled instead of frowning.

Although it was still less than one-tenth of that person, it was already a rare improvement compared to the previous words, and she thought that if she continued to paint, she would definitely be able to come up with a completely handy painting and give it to him.

Gently and carefully drying the ink on the painting, she was about to put the scroll away, when she moved.

Then she picked up the brush again, and then carefully wrote her name and today's date in the lower right corner of the drawing.

After the writing is finished, the ink is dried again, and the gentleness is satisfied with the painting.

It's just that I just put one away, but I don't know how many paintings there are next to it.

Last night she seemed to be tirelessly sliding down one by one, and she didn't count how much she had drawn, and now when she turned her head to look at it, she was startled.

"So much?"

Qiushuang on the side twitched the corners of her mouth when she listened, "Miss, did you just find out?" Last night, the slave was shocked to see you like this. You don't like to draw, and the most you can do on weekdays is to draw a weapon or something with a pen, and it's like last night, like last night, like a demon. ”