In less than a quarter of an hour, the woman's elegant and stunning face fell on the paper, and he looked at it blankly, as if the woman in the painting was alive, the corners of her red lips hooked, and she smiled gently at herself, and the country was overwhelmed in an instant.

The woman in the painting is not wearing a mask.

Innocence and gentleness, like a holy white lotus, gracefully blooming in the pond.

"Hey! I said you are a painter, I have been looking for you for a long time, so you are here! A shrill female voice came, with displeasure in her tone.

As soon as Fu Shiqing looked up, she saw that it was the little maid in the princess's mansion, and she was shocked, so she quickly turned over the drawing paper, leaned forward and blocked the stone table.

"Trouble the girl to take me there, Fu is lost." He pretended to be calm and said, his light eyes vigilantly observing the maid's every move.

"What's the panic? Hurry up, I'll show you the way! The maid had no intention of entering the pavilion, and hurriedly urged not far away.

"Hmm." Fu Shiqing nodded, turned around and packed up his painting tools.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the thin drawing paper rose from the table like a white butterfly, and floated into the distance with a whirlwind in the breeze, and finally fell into the water.

"Hey......" The man wanted to grab it with his bare hands, but he didn't catch it after all, and his thin body looked at the painting that was wet with water, and he stiffened a little.

"I said, why are you so slow?" The little maid below couldn't help but be a little anxious.

The man was stunned for a long time, and then said in annoyance: "Don't say it, let's go!" A touch of pain flashed in his light eyes, mixed with a hint of regret, he glanced at the painting in the water, and walked away without looking back.

"It's weird, you're eating gunpowder!" The little maid muttered behind her, and hurried to catch up with the man's footsteps.

The turquoise water of the lake, with ripple marks eroding the painting paper, saw that the woman in the painting was still smiling, so casual and chic, fresh and elegant.

Whoosh –

A silver ray streaked through.

A waterline has risen on the surface of the lake.

The shiny mirror shattered and shimmered in the sunlight.

The long sword seemed to be condensed, crashing into the air with a scream, and flew into a slender hand, the slender fingers bent up one by one, clenching the hilt of the sword, and the other hand held a piece of soaked drawing paper.

The blurred ink can still see the delicate outline of the person in the painting, she is smiling, so pure and harmless, and shining, instantly soul-grabbing.

The narrow eyes must be staring at the woman in the painting in confusion, could it be her?

Then, the palms of the hands slowly pulled up, condensing a wave of heat, exhaling-

In the blink of an eye, the paper was dry.

The woman's delicate silhouette was also clear in an instant.

The slender fingers gently rubbed the paper, gradually caressing the cheeks of the woman in the painting, so carefully, as if holding a fragile treasure.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips hooked, and he laughed, quietly, even he didn't notice it.