Because of this conversation, the atmosphere between the two people was a little strange, Angus seemed silent and cold, and he went back to the castle first.

Yi Qian sat by the creek, "Neil, I have a headache......"

Neil emerged from the creek and changed from the little crab to his original form.

"Sister has a headache? I've got nectar here! ”

In Neil's view, nectar is a cure for all diseases.

"It's not this headache......"

Yi Qian sighed, she was worried, feeling that she was touching Angus's path...... It's still a long way to go.

Don't be frustrated, you have to cheer up, two thousand fox coins are waiting for you!

Smiling again, Yi Qian walked towards the castle.

Avoiding the previous disagreement, she and Angus slowly warmed up again.

Yi Qian deliberately figured out Angus's preferences first, wrote down all the things he liked to eat, and asked people to prepare a lot of small toys, even his small bed was covered with silk, which was very soft.

On this day, when Angus was taking a nap, Yi Qian picked up the drawing board and began to draw.

This thing was not available in her room before, this is what she specially asked her subordinates to prepare, and now she has all the things, and she can directly hold the painting.

She's going to paint an oil painting.

Ready to paint, Yi Qian sat by the window and began to sketch.

The picture is a somewhat hazy landscape painting, it is in a suburb area, the ground is full of flowers, there is a small stream, and there are windmills in the distance, the picture is beautiful.

But under the windmill stood a man, who was leading the horse with his head bowed.

The figure in the painting has only one back, which is not very clear, but you can still see his tall figure and slender figure.

The horses are white and happily grazing.

After sketching the shape with a few strokes, Yi filled it with a large mass of color, and the whole painting has a smudged beauty, and the color is extremely intense.

Angus woke up and saw such a scene.

The third princess was sitting outside the window painting something seriously, and the sun sprinkled on her body, making her look extremely holy, like an elf falling from the sky.

Unconsciously, he was a little fascinated, and suddenly he was a little envious of the painting.

I don't know what kind of painting can make her so devoted to creation.

Intrigued, he jumped out of bed and approached Yiqian.

In the past, when he approached like this, Yi Qian would turn his head and greet him with a smile: "Angus, you are awake, good afternoon." ”

But now it wasn't, he was getting closer and closer, but she didn't notice his arrival, but continued to focus on the painting.

Angus didn't look at the painting, but at her profile.

The sun is gentle but not violent, reflected on her eyelashes, and her eyelashes have a golden feeling, slender like a butterfly about to fly, trembling and trembling.

He was tempted to reach out and touch her eyelashes to see if they felt like feathers, or if they were softer than feathers.

But as soon as his hand moved, his gaze sank.

Hand? What kind of "hands" do I have now?

A glance at his ugly body gave rise to a sense of irritability in Angus's heart, which brought him back to his senses, and finally thought of going to see what the painting was about.

At first glance, I was attracted by the strong colors of the paintings.

Green meadows, red and yellow flowers, clear blue sky.

This kind of color makes people feel bright, and their mood is better.