Huangfu Lixue rolled over, interrupting his somewhat childish actions.

Seeing him turn over and face the wall inside, Huangfu Lixi smiled indifferently and got up to leave.

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In the morning, the dappled sunlight shines through a small window into the prison.

Feng Che narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up at the soft, somewhat dazzling sunlight.

"What are you looking at?" Su Ju naturally grabbed her arm from the side.

"I'm thinking about thanking Lin Shaowan, so that we can still see the rare sunshine in this prison." She smiled contemptuously.

The prisons of the Criminal Department are almost all closed, dark and damp, and a large, neat, clean and sunny cell like Feng Che is really a luxury suite.

"Is Miaoyue still sleeping?"

Su Ju lowered her eyebrows and nodded slightly, "Do you need me to wake up Yue'er?" ”

Feng Che shook his head, his gaze fell on his slender eyebrows, and a clear thought crossed his mind.

"Su Ju," she called softly, "huh? Su Ju raised her head and met her watery eyes, there was a faint smile in her eyes, and his heartbeat couldn't help but miss a beat.

"Come on." She took his hand and asked him to sit down in front of the bronze mirror.

Su Ju looked at her actions in bewilderment.

On the dressing table is Su Ju's freshly ground Shi Dai, and his eyebrows are naturally slender without trimming, just right for drawing distant mountain eyebrows.

"Let's just take a moment, and we'll use Luozidai when we go back in the future."

As he spoke, he lightly glued the graphite, tracing it along his brows little by little.

Su Ju looked at her serious face for her thrush poem, and a little warmth spread from the bottom of her heart.

Feng Che stopped from time to time to compare the eyebrows on both sides, and she lowered her head from time to time to slowly revise her perfection, just like an artist's paranoid about her own excellent paintings.

"How?" After finishing the painting, she stopped and asked Su Ju.

In the bronze mirror, he reflected the eyebrows he had just painted, the color of the thrush, like a distant mountain,

The eyebrow color is like looking at the distant mountains, and the eyebrows are like the distant mountains with emerald.

He is already beautiful and elegant, faint, slender and soothing, like the distant mountains behind a flood of autumn water in an ink painting.

The eyebrows are like distant mountains with daisies, the skin is like peach blossoms with a smile, the hair is like floating clouds, and the eyes are like stars.

"Che's eyebrows are very beautiful." He looked at his eyebrows in the mirror repeatedly, and couldn't help but smile.

Feng Che stroked Su Ju's eyebrows and said softly: "The distant mountains overlap and the golden light disappears, and the temples and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy." Lazy to draw moth eyebrows, late to make up and groom.

Before and after the flowers, the flowers reflect each other. The new post embroidered Luo shirt, double golden partridge. ”

This night, the Tang poet Wen Tingyun's poem, Feng Che has always liked it, and he used it here to send Su Ju.

It turned out that the hill in the poem was changed to a distant mountain, and Wen Tingyun depicted the small mountain eyebrows painted by the maids of the Tang Palace, which loomed in layers.

He has such a great talent?! Su Ju was shocked by this poem that Feng Che chanted casually.

As soon as Feng Che lowered his head, he could see the light in his eyes, shining brightly.

I can't help but think of the figure of another person, elegant as ink, beautiful and beautiful, wearing a snow-white robe with a smile in his eyes.

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460 up...... It feels impossible to finish writing the 500 chapters that are good, and in line with the principle of not wanting to end the story, the plot feels more and more written, and I can only try to ensure the end, and I dare not promise when it will end...... (ー_ー)!!

By the way, I wish you all a happy National Day

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