"Hiss......" Feng Yu rubbed his nose, looked up, and saw the beautiful master standing in front of him, his clean robe had been rubbed black. He was shocked, and hurriedly reached out to wipe it, but who knew that his hand was even darker, and he left five finger prints directly on the beauty master.

"I'm sorry, Master. Feng Yu lowered his head with an expression of wanting to cry.

"How do you get it everywhere?" Yue Qingge frowned slightly, "Go wash and change your clothes." ”

"Then Master, your clothes ......"

"I'll deal with it myself later. ”

At this time, Qibao came over: "Qingge, you see that the apprentice you accepted can't even write, it's like a dog crawling." ”

When Feng Yu heard this, he instantly exploded: "You dead bird, you dare to sue!"

"Qingge, your apprentice is not polite at all!"

"You ......"

"Don't make any noise. Pouring snow, you go and change your clothes first. ”

"Oh. Feng Yu rolled his eyes and glared at Qibao viciously, Qibao "cut" and flew away.

After Feng Yu cleaned up, he saw Master Beauty sitting in the pavilion, looking at the words he wrote, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Master. Feng Yu glanced at the words he wrote, it was really not bad, and he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, "Master, I ......"

"Didn't your eldest brother teach you how to practice calligraphy?"

Feng Yu was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "No, I didn't stay in the eldest brother's mansion for long." ”

Yue Qingge glanced at Feng Yu and was silent.

"Master?"

"That's it, from now on, I will teach you to practice calligraphy first. ”

Yue Qingge got up, re-laid out a piece of paper, and wrote down the words "Feng Tilting Snow" with a strong pen. The font is elegant, just like the person.

"Start with your own name. ”

"Master, your handwriting is so beautiful. Feng Yu sighed twice, "It's much better than some calligraphers." ”

"What?"

Feng Yu hurriedly shut up, picked up the brush and began to practice: "Master, is this how you write?"

"Keep your hands steady and your pen strong. Yue Qingge grabbed Feng Yu's hand as she spoke, teaching one stroke at a time. The black hair leaned and fell on Feng Yu's cheeks, itchy.

Feng Yu turned his eyes and looked at Yue Qingge's hand, stunned.

"Pouring snow, what do you see?"

"Master, your hands are so beautiful. ”

Yue Qingge lowered her eyes, and when she saw Feng Yu raise her smiling face, her eyes were pure and unmixed, and she couldn't help but hook the corners of her lips: "Concentrate." ”

"Oh. Feng Yu collected his mind and began to practice seriously.

The breeze blows, the clothes flutter, and from a distance, the two figures, one blue and one green, are frozen in the mountains, as if they are integrated into this quiet and peaceful landscape painting......

The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow pours out. Feng Yu lay lazily on the soft grass, holding a grass in his mouth, leisurely closing his eyes and recuperating. Suddenly, Master Beauty's voice rang out.

"But tired?"

Feng Yu was shocked, and hurriedly got up: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that my hands are a little sore." ”

"After that, I rested every hour of practice. Yue Qingge said, seeing that Feng Yu's face was rubbed with ink, she stretched out her hand and gently wiped it off, "Remember to wash your face after practicing next time." ”

"Oh. Feng Yu was a little embarrassed, "Rubbed a lot?"

"A small piece, not much. Yue Qingge smiled slightly, "There is something in the clan, for the teacher needs to leave for one night, the meal has been prepared, you go to eat, and rest early after eating." ”

"Good. ”

......

After dinner, it was still early, Feng Yudong walked around and took a look to pass the time. Qibao didn't know where to fly to play, and he was alone in the mountains at this time.

After a while, he came to the leftmost room. Since he came, he hadn't seen Master Beauty open it. There is a bedroom, a study, and a storage room in front of him, I don't know what this one is for, but it looks bigger than the one he lives in.

Feng Yu thought about it, pushed the door, and didn't move. The same is true when you push the window. He rolled his eyes, climbed directly onto the roof, looked through the cracks in the tiles, and vaguely saw that there was a bed and a quilt inside, which seemed to be a bedroom.

"This room is much more spacious than mine, why doesn't Master let me live in this room?" Feng Yu muttered, and was about to get up, when he suddenly stepped into the air and fell in.

"Ouch ......" accompanied by the sound of tiles falling to the ground, Feng Yu lay on the ground with a gray face, grinning in pain. Looking up at the big hole in the roof, he wanted to cry without tears, "This is bad." ”

Turning his gaze, a painting on the wall caught his attention. I saw that in the painting was a masked woman in purple, with a graceful posture, holding a silver silk soft whip, looking ahead, as if she was confronting someone.

"Who is this?" Feng Yu stepped forward to look at it carefully, "The eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful, hanging here, is it possible, is it the master's sweetheart?"

Feng Yu rolled his eyes and saw a delicately carved white jade flute on the table, subconsciously looked at it in his hand, completely forgetting that there was still a mess waiting for him to clean up, and he also forgot what Feng Ze said before leaving.

"It's beautiful, let's see if it sounds good. Feng Yu thought about it, and directly blew the flute. Suddenly, a crisp and melodious flute sound slowly sounded in the room.

Feng Yu became more and more energetic, and after a while, he seemed to see the woman in purple in the painting move. I saw it flick its whip upward, looking coldly ahead, and then, jumping up, flipping his wrist, the whip drew a cold silver light. For a moment, Feng Yu felt that she was about to fly out of the painting, and she was shocked into a cold sweat. Before he could come back to his senses, he saw that the woman seemed to have been hit in the left shoulder by something, and flew to the ground, and the veil on her face slowly fell. Between the long hair flying, its side face is faintly visible, delicate as a flower.

Feng Yu stepped forward, wanting to see the woman's appearance clearly, and the flute blew more and more rapidly. Who knew that there was a feeling of discomfort in his chest, and the flute in his hand seemed to be uncontrollable, directly shaking him away.

"Poof-" Feng Yu only felt the blood in his chest rolling, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood. Then, he collapsed weakly.

At this time, the door opened with a "bang", and the figure of the beauty master flashed in, holding Feng Yu.

"Master......"

"Don't talk, open your mouth. Yue Qingge took out an elixir, stuffed it into Feng Yu's mouth, and at the same time clicked on several big points on his body, "Sit down and rest for a while." ”

Feng Yu obeyed, and after a while, his chest gradually smoothed out. Yue Qingge took the pulse for him, and instead looked at the falling white jade flute, frowning slightly.

Feng Yu followed his gaze and immediately stammered and explained, "Master, I'm sorry." I—I didn't move that flute on purpose, and I didn't, I didn't run in on purpose. I would have liked to be on the roof...... Blowing the wind, who knew that I accidentally stepped on the air and fell in. ”

"Don't run up to the roof in the future, beware of falling down. ”

"Oh. ”

"Let's get out. ”

"What about these tiles......

"It's handled by the division. Yue Qingge said, flicking her long sleeves and closing the door again.

Feng Yu cautiously looked at Yue Qingge's face, and saw that he didn't have any displeasure, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, who is the portrait in that room?"

Yue Qingge's body paused slightly, and she did not answer.

"Yes...... Master's sweetheart?"