The night was cold, but outside the house, the wind suddenly rose.

The sound of the wind is also inexplicably strong, it is actually coming, making the trees outside the house swaying violently, and the sound of branches shaking leaves is also abrupt and grand, extremely abrupt and harsh.

Inside the house, there are a few lights like beans, and the atmosphere is dim and silent, silent, and depressing.

Feng Zi stood quietly at the round table, holding an ink pen in her hand, and carefully drawing on a candle on the table.

This time, it is still Nanshan and bamboo houses, and even white chrysanthemums.

Since Ye Yuan was not satisfied with her painting skills, then she would practice more, and before dawn, she would definitely paint the best painting again, again, let Ye Yuan see it.

At this point, my mind is extremely firm.

Feng Zi was very serious in painting, without slackness, and when she was stiff and tired, the ink pen in her hand finally fell to the last stroke.

She breathed a sigh of relief slightly, slightly on the side of the circle

He sat down on the stool, and his slender fingertips moved slightly, and he began to hold up the scroll, and began to carefully scan and watch.

This painting, the brush and ink are not deep or shallow, into the eyes, delicate and elegant, but under the fine taste, I feel that Nanshan is not majestic enough, and even the mountain is covered with trees, and there is no sense of loneliness and coldness, and even, the flowing water at the foot of the mountain is overflowing, but it is slightly smooth and insensitive, that is, the bamboo house, it is too fine, not in line with Ye Yuan's cold and remote people.

In an instant, Feng Zi frowned, and his fingers dragging the scroll stiffened slightly.

After a moment of silence, she finally rolled up the scroll, threw it in a cylinder not far away, then rolled up her sleeves and began to paint again.

After a long time, the painting has been completed, but under closer inspection, she still has no feeling.

In desperation, Feng Zi finally discarded the painting again, and then held the pen again and painted again.

At this time, the hour has already passed three poles, and the night outside the house is also sinking badly, but the night breeze that has been swaying for a long time suddenly fell silent, silent, and finally revealed a little deep and quiet, lining people's hearts, but also more and more quiet and lonely.

This painting is probably due to tiredness and unbearable swelling of the eyes, so the time spent on painting is irrepressible.

After the ink pen of the fingertip was drawn to the last stroke, outside the window, it was already faintly bright, and the morning had arrived.

Feng Zi immediately loosened the ink pen, and the whole person was tired.

I didn't eat all day yesterday, and this time I was extremely tired, and I was also hungry.

Outside the house, a faint sound of sweeping the floor began to sound slightly, Feng Zi's brows furrowed slightly, and then she forcibly cheered up, lowered her eyes and carefully looked at the scroll.

Because Ye Yuan was full of coldness, distant and cold, yes, with Ye Yuan's cold nature, she painted Nanshan into a cliff, and there were not too many green trees on the mountain, only a few green pines. Even the river under the cliff head is slightly wide, unprovoked and clear, there are a few lonely boats on the river, no one in the middle of the week, and it is lonely and cold.

The bamboo house not far from the river is made of a few strokes, although the house is not delicate enough, but there are a few strokes of cooking smoke, and the pieces of white chrysanthemum, lingering around the bamboo house, clusters and clusters, it has also become the only vibrant place in this whole painting.

Feng Zi lowered her eyes and looked at the painting carefully, although it was still slightly inappropriate in her heart, but after raising her eyes to look at the sky outside the carved window, she frowned, and finally sighed secretly, helpless.

It was already dark, and it was too late to redraw again.

And today, Jun Ruoxuan is very likely to come to this Rui Wang's Mansion, yes, she will definitely hand over this painting to Ye Yuan before Jun Ruoxuan comes, in case Ye Yuan is really satisfied, Xu is today, she will still take action to save her.

At this point, Feng Zi carefully dried the ink paper, and then meticulously rolled it, and when he stepped towards the door of the house not far away, he felt dizzy, his legs were stiff and weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

She was startled for a moment, and hurriedly strained her feet, until she stumbled several times before she stood firm on the table slightly.

For a while, the bottom of his heart jumped away suddenly, and he didn't calm down immediately, Feng Zi rubbed his slightly swollen eyes, calmed down, and then finally stepped forward again.

This walk, although he almost fell like Fang Cai, his feet were still weak and unbearable, and he was stiff.

She didn't sleep all night, and she was tired, her eyes were black and heavy, but even so, she still forcibly supported herself and never let herself really fall.

When he opened the door of the house, a cool breeze came to his face, Feng Zi looked up at the sky, only to see that the red clouds were rising in the sky, and the early sun was about to rise, undoubtedly, today was another sunny day.

However, although the weather was excellent, she didn't have the slightest sense of joy and refreshment, so she just forcibly gritted her teeth and dragged her tired legs towards Ye Yuan's residence.

All the way forward, walking slowly, probably the eye sockets are black and swollen, the whole person is tired and unbearable, every time a passing girl sees her, her pupils are staring, her face is stunned, and she is not lightly stunned.

Feng Zi slowly moved forward, his eyes fell very directly on the front, he never put the eyes of the passing people in his eyes, and when he finally arrived at Ye Yuan's residence, he saw that there was no one waiting outside the house, and the door and carved windows were also wide open.

In an instant, Feng Zi's brows frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he turned around and walked towards the place where Ye Yuan was meditating yesterday.

She was weak and tired, and this time she finally came, and her body bones had reached the limit, but since Ye Yuan was not there, she undoubtedly had to forcibly support Ye Yuan to meditate, but she insisted on walking all the way, and her head was extremely drowsy and swollen, but after walking to the place where Ye Yuan meditated yesterday, she saw that the pavilion was also empty, and no one was there.

In an instant, Feng Zi's pupils shrank, and her tired heart finally rose and fell irrepressibly again.

Then Ye Yuan, where did you go?

His thoughts were swaying, he really couldn't understand it, and he didn't even want to believe that Ye Yuan would not meditate in this pavilion in order to avoid her. It's just that after thinking about it, there is no result in my heart, and a sense of loss and melancholy begins to spread all over my body.

Dejected, she sat down on the spot, ignoring the grass clippings on the ground with her dress, and in her tiredness, she also let go of the scroll in her hand, sat down on her knees, and began to rest with her head on her lap.

She was indeed too tired, she hadn't slept all night, and she hadn't eaten for a day and a night, because her body and bones were already extremely tired and couldn't support it, and now she couldn't find Ye Yuan, and the strong pillar in her heart suddenly broke apart, and the whole person began to decline.

If fate is like this, what else can it do.

Although she is full of ambition and unwillingness, and wants to be motivated, work hard, and be strong, Ye Yuan will not give her a chance, Jun Ruoxuan will not give her a chance, even Xiao Jin, who pushed her to Ye Yuan, will not give her a chance.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt sad and lost in my heart.

Feng Zi couldn't help but close her eyes slightly, and under the depression, she was still in her heart, disappointed, lost, and even, helpless, and anxious.

Around, the atmosphere is silent and silent, depressing, heavy and depressing.

Occasionally, a fresh breeze floats, a little refreshing, but even so, those breezes still can't blow away the disappointment and depression in the bottom of my heart.

After a while, there was a faint sound behind him, which was very light and light, not obvious enough, like wind and grass, and could not attract attention.

Feng Zi still quietly buried her head in her knees, full of loneliness, but after a while, above her head, a cold and distant voice suddenly rose, "Why are you here, sitting here in the way?" ”

When she came back to her senses, her heart jumped, and she immediately subconsciously looked back, and saw that Ye Yuan, who was covered in snow, was standing two steps away, and her deep pupils were also quietly looking at her, cold and waveless, as cold as cold wind.

Suddenly, the feeling of depression in his heart suddenly dissipated inexplicably, Feng Zi didn't have time to think about it, he immediately forcibly calmed down, and then grabbed the picture scroll next to him, and immediately got up with his hands and feet.

When she staggered slightly and stood in front of Ye Yuan, she saw that Ye Yuan was looking at her face with deep eyes, her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and then she pretended to be a natural drooping eye, letting her thick eyelashes cover up the blackness and redness of her eyes, and then coughed dryly, and said respectfully and seriously: "Feng Zi, I didn't mean to stand in the way here, but I made a special trip to see the national teacher this time, and seeing that the national teacher was not meditating in the pavilion, I was disappointed, so I sat on the ground and waited by luck." ”

She replied with great seriousness and without any reservations.

As soon as these words fell, Ye Yuan said from afar: "What are you waiting for your national teacher to do?" ”

Feng Zi's pupils shrank, her eyes still drooped, and she only moved her fingertips slightly, holding the scroll and handing it to Ye Yuan, and said respectfully: "Feng Zi, I want to send a painting to the national teacher." ”

"The national teacher told you last night that the paintings you painted are not in the eyes of the national teacher, if you know each other, you should ...... it."

His voice is still far away, but he is not angry and arrogant, giving people a feeling of extreme coldness and oppression.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Zi interrupted in a stubborn voice, "This painting is different from last night, Feng Zi also practiced all night, although I dare not say that my painting skills have improved greatly, but I am also confident that this painting can enter the eyes of the national teacher, yes, please the national teacher, and then look at Feng Zi's painting." ”

As soon as these words fell, his fingertips moved slightly, and he carefully pushed the painting in front of him for half a moment again.

She is extremely serious, respectful and persistent.

However, after her voice fell, Ye Yuan was silent after all.

For a while, the surroundings fell silent again, depressing in all directions, making people's scalps tingle.

Feng Zi was originally full of tiredness, but after standing so respectfully and tensely for a long time, her legs began to lose their strength slightly, and she couldn't help but start to tremble slightly.

"Wangguoshi, let's take a look at Feng Zi's painting again."

After a long time, seeing that Ye Yuan still didn't speak, Feng Zi forcibly pressed his mind and said respectfully and persistently again.

After these words fell, in the silent atmosphere, Ye Yuan's distant voice finally sounded very slowly, "You painted all night last night?" ”

Feng Zi didn't hide anything, and nodded respectfully, "Since the national teacher doesn't like Feng Zi's painting skills, Feng Zi naturally has to practice well." Looking at the painting of Feng Zi again, if this painting is still not in the eyes of the national teacher, Feng Zi is willing to go back and repaint. ”

As soon as these words came out, Ye Yuan's voice sank, "Why do you do this!" You should know that your own teacher is against you, and no matter how well you draw, your national teacher will not help you anything. In this case, why should you waste time on your own division and be diligent! ”

Feng Zi has heard this question many times and explained it many times, just because he has never fully said the meaning of his heart after all, it is because this Ye Yuan can also ask such a few times.

Feng Zi sighed secretly, and in desperation, after a moment of silence, she finally said in a low voice: "Feng Zi doesn't ask the national teacher for help, just ask the national teacher to protect Feng Zi's life." Feng Zi didn't feel that it was a waste of time to be devoted to the national teacher, just because, Feng Zi really had no long things, and she didn't know how to repay the national teacher, and because in this world, Feng Zi was helpless and alone. And whether the national teacher likes it or not, Feng Zi is sincere to the national teacher, if the national teacher can treat Feng Zi with a little ordinary heart, the national teacher will definitely feel that Feng Zi, although he is full of despicability and humility, but he can still be a friend. ”

National divisions have never needed friends. ”

Ye Yuan's pupils shrank, and his answer was extremely cold and crisp.

Feng Zi's brows furrowed again, she secretly gritted her teeth, and said respectfully: "It's okay, Feng Zi regards the national teacher as the only friend in this world, and Feng Zi is alone in the national teacher, and it will be done." After all, in this world, King Li and King Rui are just using Feng Zi, that is, the national teacher is unwilling to really help Feng Zi, but at least, the national teacher will not take the initiative to harm Feng Zi. ”

As soon as these words fell, he forcibly cheered up, raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of black and swollen eyes, and looked at Ye Yuan seriously and directly.