"How so?" The maid was surprised: "The eldest young master's painting art is the only one in the world, and the danqing is hard to find, how can he not paint that person's appearance?" Many people say that the people in the paintings of the eldest young master are more vivid and beautiful than real people. ”

"In the eyes of many people, she is just an inherent face. But in my heart, her beauty, if she is depicted, will only chill her. ”

The little maid pursed her lips and already heard the true meaning of Yan Ruyu's words.

Her eyes were very dim: "That girl is the eldest young master's crush?" I don't know whose girl it is, she is so fortunate to be loved by the eldest young master. ”

Yan Ruyu just hooked her lips quietly and smiled, and did not answer the maid's question.

Since she couldn't get an answer, the maid didn't pursue it further.

She looked at the hour and said, "Young Master, it's dark, and the wind is strong at night, so you better stop blowing the wind." The slave and maid let them prepare, and after you have bathed, rest early. ”

Yan Ruyu stood in front of the window for a long time, her eyes kept falling on the moon tonight, it seemed that through the moon, she saw someone.

In the enchantment, seeing his eyes, his black eyes instantly became deep.

This damn shit!

It wasn't until the tea in his hand was slowly drunk one bite at a time that Yan Ruyu turned around, carefully put away the danqing he had just painted, and put it into a wooden box in the study by himself.

When he was sorting out the four danqing, he saw the woman on the painting very clearly.

Although the woman's face was deliberately vacated, he could see that there were absolutely very few women in white in the world who had such a dusty and cold temperament.

Really, very few......

His fists clenched.

Yue Qianhuang turned her head, just in time to see Liukong Ming pursing her thin lips, her gloomy and sharp eyes releasing cold killing intent, she reached out and grabbed his hand, and asked, "Ming, what's wrong with you?" ”

He turned his head, put away the gloomy sharpness in his eyes, and interpreted the ice cube face with an expressionless face.

He interlocked his fingers with her, and after feeling her temperature, his thin lips opened gently: "I hate literati." I'm going to set fire to the house. ”

"......" What the hell is the answer.

However, he spoiled Yue Qianhuang, and Yue Qianhuang also spoiled him. He said that he was going to set the fire, why did Yue Qianhuang need him to do it, smiled lightly, and asked, "Are you going to burn Yan Ruyu's study?" ”

Literati, natural writing is in the study. Just like a samurai, martial arts in the school field.

"Hmmm! To be on fire! "Ryukong is very willful.

He just relied on Yue Qianhuang to spoil him, so he was arrogant and unscrupulous, lawless.

"Okay." Yue Qianhuang's right hand made a gesture, and with a wave of his hand, a large ball of fire fell like rain.

In an instant, Yan Ruyu's study was covered by fire.

There are many books and papers in the study, and the fire seems to have met an old friend, releasing their enthusiasm to the fullest and warmest, fluttering and burning happily, and in just a moment, the fire in the study becomes very fierce.

Seeing the firelight, the subordinates screamed: "Come on, go to the water, go to the water!" The eldest young master's study is out of water......"

Seeing that the originally quiet courtyard instantly became lively, Liukongming's mood was like that fire, beating warmly.

He's so proud!

Even if Yan Ruyu hollowed out her head, she couldn't have imagined that this fire was actually set by Qianqian herself! Oh, she burned his paintings with her own hands!

Xuanyue looked at Liukong's smug eyes, and couldn't help but reach out to support her forehead.