"Oh." Qiu'er answered, ran into the study, and took out all the books.

Rong Yue looked at the book boredly, and practiced writing, after a few days of recuperation, she was in good spirits, but because she didn't leave the house for a few days, she didn't have the energy to do anything now.

"Miss, what are you writing?" Qiu'er leaned her head over, looked at the small and delicate calligraphy, and read word by word: "Under the moon, Bitan reflects the mountains, the sky is clear and snowy, and the sheng song is a song that leads to the sound of the flute." Yutai Qiongque is not as immortal as it is immortal. ”

"Don't look!" Rong Yue heard her read it directly, and immediately blocked it with her hand, as if she had done something shady and shady.

Why does Miss look like...... Shy?

Qiu'er looked at her with a slightly evil taste, which made Rong Yue feel uncomfortable, her eyes wandered, and she pretended to be calm and said, "What...... What's wrong...... I'll tell you Qiu'er, I didn't see it just now, otherwise...... It's nice to have you! ”

"Okay, the slave doesn't look at it or say anything." Qiu'er covered her mouth obediently and took a few steps back.

Only then did Rong Yue put her mind at ease, removed her hands, and saw the poems she had written boringly, her eyes were stunned for a while, her little face suddenly turned red, and after a long time, the corners of her mouth suddenly hooked up a sweet smile. She clutched the poem in her hand, her expression became distressed again, she pursed her lips, but after a moment she laughed again, her body twisted a few times, she bit her lower lip, and even her eyes were bent into a crescent moon.

She lowered her head slightly, smiled sweetly, and looked like a little girl who had just fallen in love.

Qiu'er looked at her young lady's appearance, the young lady's temperament has not changed at all, as before, people who are a little more handsome on the outside will be, but such a shy expression that is sometimes distressed and sometimes sweet, no matter how you look at it, it feels weird. I really don't know what the young lady is thinking, why is she so happy, and she is still in a daze at the poem she wrote......

Rong Yue didn't care about the books on the table, just laid the paper flat on the stone table, and looked at those words in a daze, she stretched out her finger from time to time to point to a certain word, and then smirked alone.

After smirking for a while, she picked up the paper again, covered her cheeks and grinned, looked up again, pursed her lips as if she was thinking about something, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she pulled out a large blank piece of paper and rushed into the room.

Qiu'er followed quickly, only to see that Rong Yue was already standing in front of the desk in the study, a large piece of paper was spread flat on the table, she raised the brush, dipped it in the ink in the inkstone, and began to dance on the paper.

Qiu'er was surprised on the side, you must know that Miss has never liked to read, even if she has gone to study in Guozijian now, but she has never seen Rong Yue writing and painting in the study, and now she is ......

What happened to Miss?

Rong Yue didn't know why, a thought came to his mind, and then involuntarily rushed into the study, and couldn't wait to draw it.

Naturally, there will be no erasers or anything like that, so Rong Yue drew it very carefully, for fear that she would make a mistake and the whole painting would be ruined.

Half an hour later, Rong Yue put away the brush with satisfaction, picked up the drawing paper, and couldn't help laughing, her expression was full of shyness, and the shallow dimples hooked at the corners of her mouth lined her little face delicately beautiful, cute and charming.

Qiu'er couldn't help but lean over to see what the young lady had drawn, but when she saw the face of the painter, she was immediately stunned, and then almost laughed.

She said that why did the young lady suddenly become so weird, smirking at every turn, looking like a nymphomaniac, she was thinking about Zhao Shizi.