When Qin Tianyi saw Ye Junchen's words, he said that this is the job, if he asks for it again, it will not be good for his reputation as a prince.

He smiled lightly and said: "Since Junchen is so hearted, this king will no longer ask for it, can you let this king copy a copy and return it tomorrow?" ”

Seeing that Qin Tianyi was retreating, Ye Junchen must have wanted to get this painting, and the hand holding the portrait couldn't help but clench, and after looking at Qin Tianyi for a long time, he offered the portrait with both hands.

Seeing that he agreed, Qin Tianyi naturally took it, exchanged a few words, and left with the painting.

Ye Junchen walked out of the study and looked at the back of the other party leaving.

The tied black hair fluttered in the night breeze, and the suppressed domineering between his eyebrows gradually revealed, like a vegetarian sword, coldly conveying his power and evil spirit, and because of this, the temperature around him seemed to drop suddenly.

"Cold Moon."

Han Yue, who had been hiding in the dark, heard the voice of the master without the slightest emotion, and his whole body couldn't help but tense, and he hurriedly stepped forward.

"Master."

"No matter what method you use, grab that painting back before King Xian returns home." Ye Junchen's tone suddenly dropped a few degrees, cold as frost, "If you can't do it, you will apologize with death!" ”

Han Yue trembled and hurriedly took the order to leave.

Ye Junchen turned to the house where he lived, pushed open the door, and saw the little woman wearing a Chinese coat eating osmanthus cake, and when he saw him, his eyes suddenly lit up, like a cat.

"Ah Ye, are you back?" Eleven squinted his eyes and smiled, "The one surnamed Qin is gone?" ”

"Didn't you say that no one but me should want to touch that painting!" Ye Junchen suppressed his anger, stared at the little woman in front of him, clenched his fists, and asked coldly, "Why?" Why did you give him the painting? ”

"Are you angry?" Eleven put down the osmanthus cake in his hand, looked at Ye Junchen who couldn't bear it with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said with a smile, "Ah Ye, are you jealous?" ”

Ye Junchen frowned, pursed the corners of his mouth, and listened to the little woman's insensible words, anger kept burning in his chest.

"Could it be that you just gave that painting to Qin Tianyi just to see me jealous?"

The sound was like a breeze blowing through the night sky, very light and soft, with a hint of coldness, as if the voice of the whole world had stopped because of these words.

Seeing that Ye Junchen was really angry, the smile in the corner of his eyes gradually converged, and he walked in front of him barefoot.

"Ah Ye, do you still remember, you once told me that your wish is for King Fuxian to ascend to the throne."

Ye Junchen stared at the little woman in front of him, who was only chest high, and didn't say a word.

"Han Zhen'er is dead, Qin Tianyi's wish has been fulfilled, he won't come to see you until the next step, Han Zhen'er died less than two days ago, he came again, for what? For that is the painting. ”

"I also said that as long as you think, I will do everything I can to help you achieve it, and since he wants it, I will give it." Eleven looked at Ye Junchen extremely seriously and said, "You have endured it for so long, you have persisted for so long, are you really willing to break with him for a painting?" ”

Hearing this, the anger swirling in Ye Junchen's chest dissipated little by little, and he opened his hands and hugged the little woman in front of him tightly, his voice hoarse: "If it's an ordinary painting, forget it, but that painting is different, do you understand?" ”

"What's the difference?" Eleven rhetorical question.

"I can see that King Xian fell in love with the woman in the painting at first sight, and if he knew that you looked fifty percent similar to the woman in the painting, the consequences would be unimaginable." Ye Junchen hugged her arms harder, and said in a low voice, "I don't want other men to reverie about that painting. ”