Because Ye Yuan set the time, Feng Zi didn't dare to delay too much, and after standing at the desk, he hurriedly began to study ink and paint.

Since Ye Yuan likes white chrysanthemum, then she naturally paints white chrysanthemum for him wholeheartedly.

During the whole process, she was extremely serious, and the pen in her hand was also meticulously sliding.

The surrounding atmosphere was also silent and cold, silent, rather and heavy, and Ye Yuan, who was not far away, also sat on the soft couch at will, looking down at the book, and the whole person was also peaceful and peaceful, and he couldn't afford to make waves.

In the silent atmosphere, the hour also passed quietly, Feng Zi's pen was slightly fast, and after waiting for a long time, the announcement in front of him was already made of Nanshan.

The South Mountain, which has been winding up, stands tall in the clouds at the top, and the mountain is covered with trees and full of life.

After finishing the painting of Nanshan, Feng Zi began to paint water, hills, and bamboo houses at the foot of the mountain, and then began to paint white chrysanthemums around the bamboo houses.

Probably because he painted too seriously, he was very selfless, and he didn't know the time, but he didn't think he had been painting for too long, but in the silent atmosphere, Ye Yuan, who was not far away, suddenly said, "Two hours have come, my national teacher, it's time to rest." ”

A cold voice, far away without waves.

When these words came into her ears, Feng Zi suddenly came back to her senses, and when she subconsciously raised her eyes, she saw that Ye Yuan had put down the book very naturally, and then slowly turned her eyes, and the pair of dark and silent pupils fell quietly towards her.

Feng Zi frowned, and immediately said: "Feng Zi has finished painting the scroll, and after looking at the national teacher, he will go to bed and rest." ”

As soon as these words fell, without waiting for him to react, Feng Zi immediately put down the ink pen, and then quickly dried the ink on the scroll, and then did not delay, immediately picked up the scroll, and then slowly walked towards Ye Yuan.

When the eyes fall on the picture scroll, you can see a green mountain river, a bamboo house, and the clusters of white chrysanthemums are also very bright and bright.

Although I didn't have time to paint too many white chrysanthemums around the bamboo house, the white chrysanthemums on the whole painting were quite numerous, and this painting was completely painted according to Ye Yuan's liking.

Thoughts, churning and swaying, deep in the heart, but also a little confident.

And when he stood in front of Ye Yuan, Feng Zi raised his eyes and looked at Ye Yuan, and said respectfully: "National Teacher, please take a look." ”

As soon as these words fell, his hands came out slightly, and he handed the scroll towards Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan's face was cold and indifferent, and after his distant pupils swept his eyes at Feng Zi, he was silent for a moment, and finally slowly stretched out his hand, and took the painting in Feng Zi's hand very indifferently.

Feng Zi's pupils shrank, and the gaze that fell on Ye Yuan's face was also slightly deeper than half a little, and after Ye Yuan took the painting from her fingertips, she pretended to retract her hand naturally, and her eyes fell quietly towards Ye Yuan, then she saw him slowly unfold the scroll, and lowered his eyes to look at it, but the whole person was still light and cold, cold as usual, and there was no other superfluous reaction.

Seeing that Ye Yuan had no reaction, he was full of calmness, and Feng Zi's confidence finally collapsed a little.

Could it be that Ye Yuan is still not satisfied with this painting?

I have to say that compared to Jun Ruoxuan's reaction to her picture scroll, Ye Yuan's reaction was really too bland, and it could even be said that there was no reaction at all, so it must be that her picture scroll must be really not good in Ye Yuan's eyes, and it is not eye-catching enough.

Yes, this Ye Yuan has always collected the works of famous artists, and he has extremely high requirements for paintings, and he has no good impression of her Yun Fengzi, and even annoyed and resisted, so it is natural that her painting still can't get into his eyes.

At this point, Feng Zi's heart also had a clear understanding. It's just that even so, deep down in my heart, I was a little disappointed and a little uncomfortable.

The more she thought about it, Feng Zi's tight pupils became more and more relaxed.

After a while, seeing that Ye Yuan was still silent, she secretly suppressed herself, and was silent for a moment again, and then she stiffened her head, and couldn't help but say in a low and respectful voice: "But Feng Zi's painting is still not in the eyes of the national teacher?" ”

After all, she couldn't help but ask very bluntly.

As soon as these words fell, Ye Yuan's eyes, which were originally hanging on the painting, also raised slightly and looked at her.

In an instant, the eyes of the two suddenly met, Feng Zi was secretly calm, and he did not shy away from meeting his gaze directly, without avoiding it.

After a moment, Ye Yuan's thin lips opened, and he finally said: "Although you painted Nanshan white chrysanthemum, your painting is really rough and ugly." ”

He said this very coldly and slowly, and his tone was unabashedly full of disdain and disdain.

Feng Zi was not too stunned by the expected answer, but it was precisely because of Ye Yuan's direct words that all the hopes in her heart were completely extinguished.

His thoughts began to churn again, and even inexplicably, he was a little unable to face his distant and cold pupils.

After a while, Feng Zi pretended to lower his eyes naturally, avoiding his gaze, and then said in a low and respectful voice: "The slave painting skills are indeed ugly, this painting makes the national teacher dislike, but Feng Zi is not working hard enough." It's just that the national teacher can tell Feng Zi that in addition to his painting skills, what are the dissatisfaction of the national teacher with this painting? The national teacher can put it all forward, and Feng Zi can remember it completely, and the next time she paints, she will definitely satisfy the national teacher. ”

Her voice was extremely respectful, and her words were sincere and serious.

However, as soon as these words fell, Ye Yuan did not delay, and immediately said coldly: "No need, my national teacher doesn't like the paintings you painted." ”

A cold voice, full of coldness.

Before the end of the note fell, Ye Yuan handed the painting in his hand very directly to Feng Zi.

Feng Zi subconsciously raised her eyes, looked at him with complicated eyes, and did not reach out to pick it up.

Ye Yuan's eyes were full of coldness, and he waited impatiently, and immediately threatened: "If you don't take it, the national division can burn it." ”

Feng Zi gritted her teeth secretly, forcibly held back the melancholy and sadness in her heart, and finally opened her thin lips, and said respectfully: "The national teacher doesn't like Feng Zi's paintings, because Feng Zi has not done enough." Feng Zi didn't dare to expect the national teacher to be sympathetic to Feng Zi, nor did he dare to hope that the national teacher could change his opinion of Feng Zi, but still said that, the national teacher just didn't treat Feng Zi specially, but he also hoped that the national teacher could treat Feng Zi like an ordinary person. This painting, the national teacher doesn't like it, so burn it, Feng Zi will work harder and harder, and the national teacher will change his opinion of Feng Zi. ”

As soon as these words came out, Ye Yuan said gloomily: "The national teacher has never looked away from a person, and he will never change his opinion easily. Instead of wasting your time on your own division, you might as well think more about how you will deal with King Rui tomorrow. It's just an accident that this king will explain you today, but tomorrow, don't expect your own teacher to solve your danger in front of King Rui. ”

"The national teacher will not easily relieve Feng Zi, Feng Zi naturally knows this. But the national teacher must not forget that the national teacher once promised to protect Feng Zi's life. Her tone suddenly sank, and she said respectfully.

The corners of Ye Yuan's eyes twitched, but he didn't speak.

Feng Zi quickly glanced at him, then lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Feng Zi doesn't ask the national teacher to be tolerant of Feng Zi, only that the national teacher can keep his promise, don't break his word." ”

Ye Yuan stared at her deeply, and said coldly: "King Rui will not touch your life in the near future, you can rest assured." ”

As soon as these words fell, he was already in a lack of interest, and he had no intention of saying more, but his voice became deeper and deeper, and he said majestically: "The national teacher is going to bed, go out." ”

This man has spoken to this level, so that it is useless to stay any longer.

Feng Zi frowned, stood in place and was silent for a moment, and then forcibly pressed his mind, no longer speaking, just bowed respectfully to Ye Yuan, and said in a low voice: "The national teacher rested earlier, Feng Zi, farewell." ”

As soon as these words fell, Ye Yuansen said: "You really don't take back this painting?" ”

He asked very coldly and indifferently, but Feng Zi was also full of melancholy and complexity, and had no intention of taking back the painting, so he just said in a low and respectful voice: "There is no need to take back the unsightly painting, so I bother the national teacher, so burn it directly." ”

After saying that, he no longer delayed, and immediately turned around and walked towards the door of the house not far away.

After leaving the door of the house, Feng Zi turned around slightly to Ye Yuan, and when his eyes swept towards the house, he saw that Ye Yuan was falling on the picture scroll in his hand.

The ugly work, even bothered this Ye Yuan to condescend to look at it again, but it was obvious that the painting was difficult to see, wouldn't this person still look down and look at it, wouldn't he be embarrassed by himself?

His thoughts were churning and swaying, and in the depths of his heart, he couldn't help but add a little self-deprecation and complexity, and after a while, Feng Zi took his eyes off him, and then his hands moved slightly, and slowly closed Ye Yuan's door.

When everything is finished, the two doors of the house also block the light and shadow in the house.

Feng Zi turned around, looked at the dark sky, and then did not delay any longer, and slowly walked away.

The cold wind around is blowing wantonly, inexplicably cold and thin.

Feng Zi couldn't help but shudder, and couldn't help but reach out and pull around the slightly thin dress, and her feet also sped up a little.

After returning to her residence, Feng Zi lit the candle in the house and sat down on a bamboo chair.

After suddenly and completely relaxed, her whole body was inexplicably tired, but even so, she was full of noisy ups and downs, her thoughts flipped, and the whole person was not sleepy, but worried, helpless and melancholy, complicated and difficult to send.

After sitting on the bamboo chair for a long time, she came back to her senses, then was silent for a moment, and finally got up again and walked slowly towards the round table not far away.

Since Ye Yuan didn't like her paintings, and she disliked her poor painting skills, then she practiced more and painted more, because she had to conquer and even influence Ye Yuan's stone, she was purple and couldn't give up.

It's just that once she gives up, she doesn't even have the little hope and hope in her heart.