"Ye Qingli, what do you want to do?"

As soon as he entered the door, Xiao Tingyi saw Ye Qingli painting a rooster picture again, phew, it was an old eagle picture.

And Ye Qingli looked at him unhurriedly, and asked a little playfully, "What is this prince, and what is the concubine doing?" ”

"What did you do in the Red Pavilion?"

Xiao Tingyi's face darkened.

Ye Qingli suddenly laughed out loud and winked at him, "Isn't the prince not interested in the matter of concubines, how can he know?" Could it be that you let Lin Feng follow me? ”

"Yes and what."

Xiao Tingyi looked at her calm and unhurried appearance, and couldn't stop feeling angry in her heart.

And in a blink of an eye, when he saw the picture of the rooster placed on the table, he felt even more panicked, so he said, "Look at your bad painting, I'm afraid it's going to scare people to death." ”

"Then why is the prince still standing upright?"

Ye Qingli didn't care at all, smiled again, relaid the paper, drew the pen, and asked without raising his head, "Lord Wang, after checking for so long, is there any result?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"What the prince checks, I mean."

Ye Qingli still didn't raise her head, but Xiao Tingyi noticed that her pen was no longer a thick old eagle that was blackened, but a precise outline of a big rooster with his head held high!

The power and lines of the brush are quite a bit of a person's style, and at first glance they can only be drawn by people with deep skills.

For Ye Qingli, who is not loved by his father and his stepmother all the year round, it is not easy to live safely until now, and it is impossible to draw it.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingli drew a round cabbage worm under the claws of the big rooster, as if he was in a hurry to escape.

Although it has not been colored, it is so vivid and vivid with a few strokes!

Ye Qingli continued to paint quietly, and carefully colored, while Xiao Tingyi didn't speak again, and continued to watch the tip of her pen move.

He wanted to see what tricks this woman was going to play.

But after a long time, Ye Qingli drew more than a dozen insects under the claws of the big rooster, from cabbage worms to soybean worms, and then to small caterpillars, all kinds of paintings, Xiao Tingyi felt that her scalp was a little numb, but she didn't wait for her to say another word.

"Doesn't the princess have any habits for insects?"

Xiao Tingyi thought evilly, should he send Lin Feng to catch a bunch of insects and scatter them at Ye Qingli's feet.

And Ye Qingli couldn't help pouting, she almost wanted to draw a brush on Xiao Tingyi's handsome face, but she couldn't help it.

In the last one, she didn't draw insects, but spent the big butterflies that had been colorful, and stopped on the rooster's bright red comb, which was particularly eye-catching.

Putting down the pen, Ye Qingli finally raised his head, looked at him for a long time, and asked, "The prince's mother, the concubine of Emperor Jinhui Xian, is her name called Yundie?" ”

Suddenly, Xiao Tingyi's eyes became cold, "Ye Qingli, what do you want to say?" ”

Ye Qingli raised her eyebrows, her eyes were a little painful, "You really don't want to know, the real cause of her death?" ”

"Say it again!"

Xiao Tingyi slapped the table heavily and shook out the ink in the inkstone.

The rich ink, just splashed on the butterfly's wings, polluted a large chunk of the beautiful color.

Xiao Tingyi looked at her coldly, like a leopard ready to attack, as long as she didn't say the right thing in the next sentence, she would immediately reach out and break her neck.

But Ye Qingli didn't seem to feel his killing intent, his eyes were quiet, and he asked softly, "I said, do you want to know the real cause of our mother's death?" ”