The fair-skinned index finger touched the portrait of the beauty, and the shallow corners of Jun Yunyu's lips and smile seemed to be a touch of warm sun coming from the winter, warm to the bones of people's lungs.

"What does the prince mean.... White smoke is not impersonated? She is the real Miss Baifusan? ”

"Or else?"

Jun Yunyu's soft tail note was raised a little.

"Subordinate.... The subordinates don't know...."

"It's just..."

Jin Rong still hesitated, but when his eyes inadvertently fell on the table, and when he saw the image of the beauty lying flat on the table, he was stunned, and recognized the beauty in the portrait at a glance, it was the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion Bai Yanwei was undoubted.

"What is the portrait of the white smoke painted by the prince?"

Through his careful observation, he has also seen Bai Yanwei's face, but she seems to be deliberately distant and wary of people, and the white smoke in this painting is a light pink lip hooked, blooming an innocent and harmless smile to people.

This is the expression that a child should have, not the current Bai Yanwei, young and gentle, but the mind is mature, and the degree of vigilance against people and strangers is much higher than that of adults.

"Curious."

Jun Yunyu dropped the word, picked up the picture scroll on the table casually, and put it on the candlestick.

The beauty figure was burned to ashes by the weak candlelight in the blink of an eye.

"The paper man should have been manipulated from behind, thrown out, and burned."

"Yes."

Jin Rong leaned over and picked up the two broken paper piercing figures from the ground, and respectfully retreated.

"Bang bang—"

Jin Rong retreated, and there was another knock outside the door.

Jun Yunyu re-paved the new picture scroll and polished it again.

"Come in."

Yan Wan was dressed in a black suit, her figure was small and thin, and her small face was delicate with a touch of ability.

After she came in, she bowed her hand humbly at Jun Yunyu's thin and straight back: "Lord Wang." ”

"Say."

Jun Yunyu thought about the appearance of the three girls of the Bai family quite leisurely and elegantly, the paper roll was spread out, and Ruyu's big hand swayed on the paper roll.

"Liuguangqin's subordinates have already sent it to the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Do you still like it?"

"The eldest lady was overjoyed, and asked her subordinates to pass the word on her behalf, thanking the prince for gifting the noble qin."

"The beauty is with the piano, and she is with this streamer, which is not a humiliation."

Having said that, Yan Wan opened her mouth and said the words to her lips many times, but when she saw Jun Yunyu's thin and elegant back, she swallowed the words again.

"Yan Wan has been by this king's side for so long, what has she always said, and when did she become like today?"

Jun Yunyu still focused on the beauty scroll under his hand, and did not look back at her, but the shallow words slowly overflowed along his slightly open lips.

"Lord Wang, this streamer piano is something you spent a lot of effort to get, you have been cherishing it on weekdays and are reluctant to take it out, why did you let your subordinates give this piano to the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion today?."

She really can't figure it out, if the prince likes the eldest lady of the White Mansion, it's okay to say, but she has been with the prince for so many years, and she has never seen a girl from whose family the prince likes, and in this huge Yun Wangfu, the prince doesn't even have a concubine, and he has been clean and self-righteous all his life until now.

For the woman that the prince likes, he gave Guiqin and said it was good to smile for the Pomeranians, but the prince had no intention of Bai Qingqiu at all, but he gave away such a good piano.

"The beauty asks for it, how can this king be willing to refuse."

The words fall, the pen falls.