The Peach Blossom Fairy looked at Monsoon's side face blankly, and it was undeniable that this side face was very good-looking.

The bridge of the nose is straight, the thin lips are full, a sword eyebrow is inserted obliquely into the sideburns, the size of the eyes is just right, neither big nor small, and the preoccupied appearance makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Peach Blossom thought, in fact, the Spring God Monarch is much more handsome than him, whether it is appearance or temperament, you must know that the immortal's own field is incomparable to mortals, but for some reason, the Peach Blossom Fairy feels that the monsoon at this moment is unprecedentedly good-looking.

The beating of her heart came out again, and she quickly looked away, but her little face was already hot.

"It's hot?" Monsoon Star's eyes stared at her, her little face crimson. Due to her own body, in spring, autumn, and winter, the heating in the Qinglong Hall is much higher than elsewhere, I'm afraid she is not used to it.

Ji Feng thought considerately, he was already a gentle person, but at this moment, he slowed down his tone, and it actually made people taste a trace of gentleness.

"I didn't ...... There is no ......" The Peach Blossom Fairy was taken aback, "You, have you finished drawing?"

Monsoon shook his head and smiled slightly, "It's a little bit close." "Retract your gaze and continue painting.

Peach Blossom looked at him again, why did he smile and she was more nervous?

As the minutes passed, the palace maids came in one after another and lit the candles.

"Your Highness, it's time to drink the medicine. ”

"Tick", a drop of ink fell on the drawing paper, and everyone was startled by this sudden change, and they all looked nervously at Monsoon.

Ji Feng's originally handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the movements in his hands stagnated slightly, and then a cold and arrogant aura diffused, he coldly put down the paintbrush in his hand, grabbed the drawing paper and crumpled it into a ball.

The fist clenching the drawing paper trembled slightly, it was obviously the point of eating, but he could only drink medicine, he hoped that every time his father and queen mother saw him, he asked if you had eaten, not if you drank medicine!

He was really tired of such days, and he hated it so much, and his mood that finally got better because of the peach blossoms became gloomy again.

Peach Blossom looked at his sudden change of momentum, and her heart "chuckled", why did she become gloomy again? This is not good, she still wants to retire after seven days!

It's really annoying to drill the tip of the horns or something.,Why can't you get around it!

"Hey, I've got my medicine. Peach Blossom didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, snatched the medicine bowl from the hand of the palace maid Qingluo and handed it over.

Monsoon came back to his senses and looked at Peach Blossom, but saw her chin slightly raised, with an expression of not being afraid of heaven and earth, her eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but soften, this little girl is really bold!

The mood got better for no reason, he quickly took the medicine bowl in her hand and drank it in one go, I was really afraid that if I slowed down a little, she would go crazy again.

Xiao Zhuozi and Qingluo next to him were stunned by the interaction between the two. This peach blossom is too bold, but His Royal Highness is ...... He actually drank the medicine obediently?

What's going on? Could it be that Her Highness likes this maid? But she's so rude...... This is too mysterious...... Xiao Zhuozi and Qingluo said that they were getting more and more unable to understand.

"That's right. Peach Blossom grinned and took the medicine bowl and handed it back to Qingluo.

She reached out and took a roll of drawing paper and spread it out in front of Monsoon, "The previous one is ruined, it would be nice to paint another one." As he spoke, he picked up the paintbrush and handed it to Monsoon, his expression was naturally in one go.

Monsoon found that he couldn't get a trace of anger in his heart, but on the contrary, there seemed to be some warmth in the depths of his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone's attitude towards themselves has always been trembling and cautious, for fear that he will accidentally stimulate himself, so that he feels that he is really a useless waste person all the time, and that deep sense of powerlessness, like a quagmire, sucks up all his vitality little by little.

But the palace maid in front of him always made him feel the vitality and tension of life, she was arrogant and uninhibited, she was flamboyant and jumpy, she never treated him as a fragile porcelain bottle, she said it when she wanted to, scolded when she wanted to, she was always outspoken, but she stood up for herself at critical moments.

He felt that she was like a sun, constantly emitting dazzling light, warming his cold heart little by little, and making himself unable to take his eyes off her......

"Okay......" Ji Feng took the paintbrush she handed over, turned around and squinted at the peach blossoms on the table for a while, as if he thought of something, "You sit over there." He gestured to the chair next to the desk.

"Okay. Peach Blossom jumped over happily, sat down with her ass, and her little hands kept beating her back, thinking that he had finally found out with his conscience, and he had already had a sore back after standing and grinding for a long time.

"Thank you......" she smiled at Monsoon again. In essence, the Peach Blossom Fairy is a fairy with a very pure character, except for feeling a little unhappy that Monsoon despises life before, but if others are kind to her, she must also be kind to people.

Monsoon didn't say anything, looked at her, and began to look down again, looking up again from time to time.

The Peach Blossom Fairy sat for a while, feeling less tired, and was more and more uncomfortable by the gaze he swept every time he looked up at the peach blossom, so he stood up and prepared to stand in a different place.

"Sit back. Ji Feng said lightly, his tone was indeed unacceptable, and the brush in his hand did not stop.

"Oh......" Peach Blossom reluctantly sat back down.

Okay, the strong dragon doesn't suppress the head snake, who let himself be on his territory, don't make trouble, don't make trouble, Peach Blossom's little mouth pursed and forced herself to sit down obediently.

Monsoon's eyes flashed invisibly with a glimmer of starry, and the way she pursed his mouth made his heart feel as if it was being blown by the March breeze, and he felt a crispy and numb warmth.

He was so dazed that he forgot how to put pen to paper, and it took a lot of effort to regain his concentration in the painting, but the delicate expression seemed to be imprinted in his heart.

He deliberately didn't let himself look up, but the beautiful scenery in his heart slowly shifted to the drawing paper.

Why is it so quiet? Monsoon looked at the painting he had just finished with satisfaction, but suddenly felt as if something was wrong.

Yes, after sitting for so long, how could this girl be so quiet?

He raised his head and looked suspiciously, but was surprised to find that Peach Blossom had already slept soundly on the desk.

Xiao Zhuozi next to her was glaring at her with indignation, and Qingluo was also looking at her nervously, her mouth opening and opening again.

He shook his head, and couldn't help but the corners of his mouth went up again.

"Go get a cloak. Monsoon whispered to the green snail.

He walked up to Peach Blossom lightly and looked at it quietly for a while, Qingluo took the cloak, he took it, bent down, and carefully draped it over her.

The air in early spring is still cold, and the heat and cold at this time can easily cause cold.

Xiao Zhuozi and Qingluo stood there and watched Ji Feng drape the cloak on the peach blossoms, with that careful look, at this time the vague speculation in their hearts had gradually opened up, His Royal Highness really took a fancy to this palace maid.

Although they still think it's incredible, as the people who serve His Highness, they don't have the right to express their opinions, as long as they help His Highness do what His Highness likes to do.

"Little Zhuozi, when the ink is dry, take it to the painter and frame it. Monsoon pointed to the painting he had just finished and ordered.

He painted the peach blossom, but also the peach blossom sitting on the side, he felt that compared to the peach blossom seven days of vitality, the girl on the side of the girl is not afraid of the sky and the earth is more full of vitality, if you want to record the so-called vitality, this palace maid called peach blossom is a veritable protagonist in the painting.

"Go get some pastries and snacks. "Because of his body, the Qinglong Palace usually doesn't always prepare snacks, just now this girl accompanied herself to paint for an afternoon, and she hasn't eaten anything, and when she wakes up, she is probably going to be hungry.

Monsoon suddenly wanted to see how she ate, it should be the kind of food that tastes particularly delicious.

Why is there more and more of a feeling of wanting to spoil her and indulge her, Monsoon feels that there is a trace of warmth in his heart that is dissolving, which makes his heart itch.

"Go down first, all of you. Monsoon waved his hand and repelled Little Zhuozi and Qingluo.

He took the book and leaned on the couch on the side, and stood for an afternoon, in fact, he was already very tired, but she was still sleeping here, he didn't want to wake her up, and he didn't want to leave her alone, so he sat here and accompanied her, but his heart felt more stable than ever.

This is something he hasn't done in the past eighteen years, he doesn't know how he feels this way, maybe she is too different, like a touch of the sun, shining and hot, always making him feel the warmth of being illuminated.

People are like this many times, obviously they seem to have thousands of favors, they want the wind to get the wind, they want the rain to get the rain, and the heart is indeed a barrenness, only when the right person appears, so that the sunshine and rain can really be conveyed to the depths of the heart.

It's not that they haven't been loved, it's that those loves are too suffocating, and those loves use the wrong pipeline.

I only need an appreciative look, but you think that only treasures can be satisfied. And those who give often do not realize that they have given wrong, and they have a deep grudge.