Over there, the fourth master immediately came to Brother's office as soon as he got out of school.

He walked into the house and found that Yihuan was not there, so he asked the people of Fujin.

The Chun Taos told him that Fu Jin was still writing.

The fourth master didn't let the maids report it, and went to the study to find it by himself.

Yihuan cried as she wrote, completely unaware that someone was approaching behind her.

"Why are you crying?" The fourth master crossed Yi Huan's shoulder and saw the tear stains falling on the words.

Yihuan was taken aback by the fourth master's sentence, and hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, wanting to wipe his tears with his hands.

But before she could do it, the fourth master had already grabbed her hand, pulled her over, and faced him.

Sure enough, his eyes cried like peaches.

"Fujin, what's wrong?" The fourth master's angular face was full of doubts at the moment.

He thought that since he married her, he had almost spoiled the main courtyard, and she didn't want to get up early, so he agreed. What else made her so sad?

……

"Okay, stop crying, let me come!"

"Yes."

……

"Master, people miss Eniang and Amma!" Yihuan snorted and said angrily.

"So you're homesick!" The fourth master looked at Yi Huan's face carefully, and didn't notice that she was lying, so he relaxed the cold look on his face.

"Of course I want to, the concubine still thinks about the outside world. The concubine is a woman, and when she marries into the palace, she can't go out easily. It's not like Ye is a man, if you want to go out, there is always a way to get out. Yihuan said seriously.

"After the master leaves the palace and builds the mansion, you have a chance to go out. But now, it is true that you can't leave the palace at will. The fourth master said, "However, you can let your mother Ama hand in with a sign." ”

"Okay, master, the concubine really misses them very much. When can they come? Yi Huan saw that the fourth master was so humane, and immediately smiled happily.

The fourth master looked at the little Fujin in front of him, obviously there were tears in the corners of his eyes, but he smiled again, and sighed silently helplessly: "Tomorrow, the master will let people pass the word." ”

Yi Huan immediately stood on tiptoe and pecked at the fourth master's cheek.

The fourth master was stunned for a moment, and then immediately hugged Yi Huanying's slender waist and took her whole person into his arms.

"You just came to Kwai Shui, don't stand for a long time." The fourth master said softly.

"Yes." Yihuan responded with a rare and supple sentence.

Bingshan Four is actually an extremely careful man, but he never easily releases his inner tenderness outside.

Just like his face, always as cold as frost, behind this icy mask, the fourth master has a soft and warm heart.

After the couple had lunch together, Yihuan was a little in good spirits, so she went to the blue yarn cupboard for lunch.

The fourth master didn't take a lunch break, but paced to the study, picked up the words written by Yihuan for breakfast, and looked.

In the end, he saw a painting painted by Yihuan, which was a picture of Hanmei.

There is also a poem written on it by Yongxue, and the handwriting is very good.

The fourth master took out a thinner brush from the pen holder and began to draw on the paper on which Yihuan was writing.

He painted a snowy scene, with a simple outline of the palace in the distance, and a few plum blossoms sticking out from the left end of the paper.

The fourth master looked at Yihuan's few tear stains, thought about it, and used a very thin brush to draw the petals of plum blossoms on it.

This is not something that can be painted in one or two clicks, and the fourth master concentrated on painting Xiao Fujin's tears into plum blossoms one by one.

More than an hour passed for this painting.