Feng Yu's eyes flashed: "Then, it may not be hunting, anyway, it's a man, I don't know it, I guess it's because I don't like it." ”

"Does Lord Ben look easy to deceive?" Han Ming leaned forward, almost touching Feng Yu's face.

Feng Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth: "My lord looks wise and wise, who can deceive you?" I'm telling the truth. I don't know who that man is or why he hurt me. ”

"Well, you describe the man's appearance, and Lord Ben will draw it. ”

"Oh. ”

A moment later.

"Are you sure he looks like this?" Han Ming unfolded the painted portrait. I saw the person in the painting, his hair was messy like dry grass, his eyebrows were broken, his eyes were white, and his eyes were full of coldness. The cheekbones are turned out, the face is full of meat, the beard is closed, and there is a scary scar like an earthworm on the face, which looks fierce and vicious.

"Uh...... Yes, it looks like this, and the adult's drawing skills are really good. Feng Yu smiled dryly. These things he described are all the characteristics of fierce appearance, how can they be combined, so fearful?

"If that's the case, then you're lucky that you weren't skinned and cramped by him. ”

"Hmm. Feng Yu responded vaguely, his eyes glancing everywhere, for fear of being seen through.

"Well, I don't want to ask about the past. From now on, stay by your side obediently and listen to your words, otherwise, your lord won't mind skinning you and pumping your tendons for this man. ”

Feng Yu nodded silently, feeling that he had fallen into a big pit......

"Can you write?"

"No, it won't. "Not really. At the beginning of the Holy Spirit Mountain, Master Meiren said that he would teach him to practice calligraphy, but so many things happened later. To this day, his words are still the same as those of a dog.

Thinking of Master Beauty, Feng Yu sighed. I don't know if I will be able to see Master in the future, I haven't seen him for so many days, I miss him so much, what should I do?

Suddenly, the jaw was jerked up.

"Why are your eyes red? What are you thinking?"

"I ......"

"In the future, I am not allowed to wander around my lord, and I am not allowed to think about anything else. ”

"Oh. ”

"Come here, Master Ben will teach you how to practice calligraphy. Han Ming laid out the blank paper as he spoke.

"Well, don't bother adults, I'll practice by myself. ”

"Come here. Han Ming glanced at him coldly, "Master Ben won't say it a third time in the future!"

Feng Yu pursed his lips and said secretly: Is the national teacher so idle?

Han Ming taught Feng Yu to take a good pen, hold his hand, and write the word "Han Ming" on the paper. The font is as strong and powerful as its people.

I didn't expect this man's handwriting to be very good-looking, but it still can't compare to the beauty master.

"This is Ben-sama's name. ”

"Oh. "It's complicated.

Han Ming wrote down the word "small color" again.

"It's your name. ”

Feng Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth: "My lord, I don't want to call this." ”

"And what do you want to call it?"

Feng Yu hesitated, calling his real name? But the eldest brother said not to use his real name externally. It's called Feng Tianxue? No. As soon as this name is mentioned now, it will make him think of Yun Qing and those sad things.

"Have you thought about it? I haven't thought about it, I'll get it for you. If it's not called Xiaose, it's called *. ”

Feng Yu only felt that thousands of alpacas were galloping by.

"I don't call this, I ......" Feng Yu turned around and happened to touch Han Ming's lips. He made up his mind and wanted to retreat, not wanting Han Ming to directly press his head and not let him move.

The hot breath was wrapped around his nose, and Feng Yu's body stiffened, and he forgot to react for a while.

Han Ming's eyebrows were bent, the tip of his tongue was slightly topped, and he directly opened Feng Yu's mouth, took advantage of the situation, and wrapped Feng Yu's tongue little by little. Feng Yu's eyes widened, and he hurriedly pushed Han Ming, but he didn't have enough strength.

"Uh-huh......"

After entangling for a moment, Feng Yu was a little out of breath, and his white face was flushed.

"What did you just want to say?" Han Ming's lips twitched slightly, and his fingertips gently rubbed Feng Yu's lips.

Feng Yu slapped Han Ming's hand away and kept wiping his mouth: "I said I'm not sexy, you are talented, you should be called *, no, it's a big pervert!"

"Who did you come here on your own initiative?"

"I didn't mean it, it was an accident! On the contrary, it was you, who pressed me and didn't let me move, and ......" Feng Yu was almost angry and cried, since he was a child, where did he have been bullied like this? Not to mention that the other party is still a man, if it is a woman...... It's not a woman, it's something that only people he likes can do. And the person he likes...... Never to do this to him.

Feng Yu thought about it, and his eyes turned red again.

"What are you crying about, Lord Ben didn't bully you. ”

"You haven't bullied me yet, how many times have you kissed me in the morning?"

"Three times. Han Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, "Not much." ”

"You ......"

"I won't tease you, Lord Ben has something to do and go out, you stay in the house, practice calligraphy, and Lord Ben will come back to check later." Don't try to run away, the way you are now, as soon as you go out, you will be beaten to death as a monster. ”

"I'm a demon!"

"That's a little pervert, too. Han Ming snorted and turned around to go out.

You're horny, horny and perverted!Ahhh

Feng Yu kept poking on the paper, directly poking the word "Han Ming" into a sieve.

"You also asked me to practice calligraphy, you are not my master, why should I listen to you? You know that you are bullying me, I recruited you to provoke you?" Feng Yu became more and more angry the more he thought about it, picked up the brush, and drew a man with crooked eyes and a slanted mouth on the paper.

"Okay, I'll practice. Feng Yu snorted coldly, and directly wrote the word "Han Ming" crookedly beside him......

Near noon, Han Ming returned. Feng Yu heard movement outside, and hurriedly hid the painting on his body and pretended to practice calligraphy.

"Xiao Se, how are you practicing the characters?"

"Not very good. ”

Han Ming stepped forward and frowned, "Why did you write such a little?"

"I haven't held a pen before, and I'm slow to write, so forgive me. ”

Han Ming rolled his eyes and saw that Feng Yu's face was stained with ink, and stretched out his hand to wipe it off for him: "How did you get it on your face?"

Feng Yu was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but remember that when he was in the Holy Spirit Mountain, Master Beauty also wiped ink for him like this. In a trance, he had the illusion of returning to the beauty master.

"Your clothes are dirty, Lord Ben just brought some new clothes, you go pick one. ”

"Oh. Feng Yu, who was in a daze, took a piece of clothing to change, and the painting hidden on his body fell out like this.

Before Feng Yu came back to his senses, the painting was in Han Ming's hands.

"What is this?"

"Uh...... I—I drew it casually. ”

"There's Ben-sama's name on it. Han Ming narrowed his eyes and approached Feng Yu step by step, "What's the explanation?"

Feng Yu subconsciously retreated until he retreated to the wall, and his heart "banged": "I, that...... I want to paint a portrait of an adult, but the technique is not good, so I ...... It's drawn like this. ”

"The technology is not good? not on purpose?"

"No, no, absolutely not. "Isn't it just an ugly one? You can't be so careful, right?

"This eye and mouth are crooked, Master Ben won't talk about it, but there are so many pockmarks on his face and a big black mole on his chin, how do you explain it?"

"Trembling hands, pure hand trembling. Feng Yu sneered, he knew he wouldn't paint so much.

"Oh, hands shaking?" Han Ming smiled, his eyes widened, "You are stupid to be Lord Ben, you don't have to eat lunch, go to the portrait of Lord Ben, when will your hands stop shaking, when will you stop." ”

Feng Yu cried with a sad face, and four words floated through his mind: ask for hardship.