In the painting, there is a man in purple standing proudly, with handsome facial features, long black waist-length hair fluttering, tied with a gray headband, a pair of black jade-like pupils, a light purple light gauze robe with a few orchids, the corners of his mouth are just gently pursed, and the painted man has a cold expression, his posture is like an immortal, and he does not add any extra decoration.

It's not a monotonous painting, there is only a figure of a man in purple, and a few maple leaves fall as embellishments, but there is no strong color, but it does not reduce the beauty.

"It's so beautiful...... Qiu'er couldn't help but admire. She had never seen a young lady paint, and now for the first time, it was so elegant and gorgeous that people couldn't help but want to look at it twice.

In this life, I am afraid that only Zhao Shizi can have such a perfect phoenix posture in painting.

Rong Yue stroked the face of the man who painted it, and smiled gently, such a man who is as warm as jade, handsome and beautiful, and fairy-like, his appearance is the most difficult to draw, she took a lot of effort in her mind to imitate his appearance, his posture, and his temperament little by little from memory, and even she didn't know where to start when she put down the pen just now.

She bowed her head and smiled slightly, looking more happy than ever. When she came back to her senses, she saw Qiu'er looking at her painting without blinking, and immediately put it away in embarrassment, and then said in annoyance: "Don't look at it!" ”

"But Miss ......"

"Ahh Anyway, you hurry up and go! Rong Yue threw down the drawing paper, then reached out and pushed Qiu'er's back, and then pushed her out of the door, and before Qiu'er could react, the door of the study was already closed.

"Miss!" Qiu'er complained dissatisfiedly and stomped her feet before leaving.

Rong Yue ran back to the desk again, saw the drawing paper fall to the ground, immediately picked it up, carefully wiped off the dust accidentally stained by the painting, and then spread the drawing paper flat, picked up the pen and wrote-

The first time I saw it, I was shocked, and my face was better than a fairy. The maple leaves are dyed snow blue, and the unparalleled monarch is like jade.

The short twenty characters are not a beautiful font, and there is no ornate embellishment, but they make this painting shine. The face of the painted man is really handsome, not immortal but better than immortal, gentle and indifferent, as beautiful as jade. The corners of Rong Yue's mouth raised, I am afraid that there is no one in this life who can completely replace his temperament, and even be competent for these sentences.

She glanced at it, smiled happily and shyly, as if she saw a man walking towards her, stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, and called softly, "Yue'er." ”

Rong Yue lowered her head and looked shy, her eyes fell on the poem she had just written, this was the first time she had written a hidden poem...... She looked at the word 'Lan' on the paper, clenched her fists to cover her mouth and grinned.

'Sheng Song and Song Yin Xiao Ming' is about the Queen Mother's birthday banquet, and the scene of his piano and flute ensemble...... Somehow, this scene suddenly came to mind, and then it was written into a poem. Remembering that the man's eyes were as gentle as water when he was giving a, she raised the corners of her mouth and let out a laugh like a silver bell. She paced around her study, her index fingers touching each other's lips.

Rong Yue thought that she had written a poem because of him, painted for him, and painted his face, covering her cheeks with a flushed face, she pursed her lips, thinking in her heart if she let him see it, would she like it?

No, according to his character, he should be able to say-"Yue'er is so painstaking, how can I not like it?" Then he put his arms around her and entangled her for a long time.

Right? I'm afraid it's not.

She ran to a big tree in the yard, reached out and plucked a branch, and then next to the tree, she plucked a leaf casually, and muttered, "He will like it." ”