Su Qianqian over there didn't know, although the flower banquet was imminent, but in previous years, it was arranged by the housekeeper, and she was already familiar with it, so Su Qianqian only concentrated on preparing the luggage back to Tanglin, and also drew up Ye Heng's luggage list by the way, but because the housekeeper was so busy with the banquet that her feet did not touch the ground, she thought about it and decided to let Ye Heng see it in person. On this day, as soon as he heard that Yeheng was in the house, he hurriedly brought a gift list and went to see him.

Ye Heng was standing in front of the bookcase writing something, and when he saw her running in with a roar, he put the paintbrush aside and looked up at her: "What's the matter?" ”

Today's Ye Heng is dressed in a light bamboo-colored robe, with a bunch of black hair, a few strands scattered on his chest, and his eyes like a deep sea tunnel reveal a shallow indifference, just a light glance is enough to capture thousands of hearts. Su Qian's heart was moved by his eyes, and she was busy and pressed down, and only sent the gift list to him to explain her intentions, and then smiled and said, "I'll make up for what you're missing." ”

Looking at her excited appearance, Ye Heng's two thick eyebrows twisted together, and a wave of cool eyes slid over her, and she said without emotion: "Are you sure you will make up for it?" ”

Su Qianqian nodded hurriedly, thought about it and looked at him with sincere eyes and said, "As long as I have it." ”

Ye Heng quietly clasped her waist, and said ambiguously in her ear: "You have." ”

His breath was like the willow wind blowing on his face, itching Su Qianqian's cheeks straight hot, she subconsciously reached out and wanted to push away his eyebrows that were getting closer and closer, however, where was his opponent! His arm was solid, as if he had no intention of letting her get out, and she pushed him helplessly: "The prince said that it is, you don't need to get so close, I can hear it clearly." ”

A layer of light appeared under Ye Heng's eyes, and a slightly hoarse voice picked out a meaningful tail note in her ear: "Your heart." ”

Su Qianqian pretended not to know: "That can't be dug up, I'm afraid of death, but I can paint a picture for the prince." ”

After that, when his hand was slightly loose, he quickly grabbed the pen, his eyes swept over the table, and then he was stunned again.

Above is the picture of a lady drawn by Ye Heng, the woman on the picture is light and graceful, only the facial features have not been drawn, so I can't see who it is.

Su Qianqian thought of the previous picture of a lady, her heart was sour, but her face became more and more calm, she raised her hand to move the paper to the side, took a piece of paper and said with a smile: "I don't understand the picture of a lady, so I will put it on one side first, so as not to accidentally break it!" ”

With that, he swayed it on the paper.

Shuangshuang, who followed closely all the way, looked at his young lady's sassy posture and couldn't help but quietly cover his eyes.

After a while, I heard the sound of a pen knocking on the table with Su Qianqian's words: "Okay! ”

Both of them glanced at the picture through their fingers, silently stepped to the side, and sighed secretly in their hearts.

"Ghost Drawing?" The undoubted voice is the final word.

Su Qianqian was furious when she heard this, and slapped the table: "What the hell is the drawing, this is a peony, you can insult me, you can't insult my painting!" ”

Ye Heng leaned forward and replied without hesitation: "Okay." ”

This voice was extremely neat, and Su Qianqian was inexplicable when she heard it: "What's good?" ”

The pair behind him stabbed him just right: "Miss, you just let the prince insult you." ”

Su Qianqian: "......"

Dead girl, I'll marry you when I go back to Tanglin!

Fortunately, Ye Heng knew how to be measured, and he didn't mean to "insult" her, but only pasted it on her sideburns, and then let go, and turned his gaze to the table, and then, his long body leaned forward, and the scattered ink hair hung down on his cheeks, softening Su Rili's sharpness, accompanied by the residual warmth on his body, which made Su Qianqian's heart tremble for no reason, she looked at him in a daze as he held his hand holding the pen, soaked the ink in the inkstone, and then swam on the drawing paper.

After a while, the ghost painting talisman on the drawing paper seemed to have been spelled, and after Ye Heng's magic pen, it turned into a colorful peony picture, and the various colored peonies opened up to each other, which was beautiful.

Su Qianqian withdrew her shocked gaze while he put down his pen, and her bright eyes were still irrepressible in surprise: "Ye Heng, you are really amazing, no, you are turning decay into a magical ......"

Ye Heng raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and took her in his arms freely, his slender eyes reflecting her delicate little face: "Don't blame me for insulting your paintings?" ”

Su Qianqian was choked by him, two pieces of red glow flew up her pink cheeks, her face hung down, and she responded with a small meaning: "It's all from the prince's family, it's not an insult." ”

The smile in Ye Heng's eyes was even worse, and her soft voice was like a soft cloud, which floated into her ears again: "The prince is both civil and military, the dragon and phoenix among people, I am fortunate to be able to marry you in three lives, and I, I can't do it, I can't do martial arts, except for a face, I have no strengths." ”

Ye Heng was in a comfortable mood when she heard this, and her slender fingers played with her small fingertips, "With this awareness, it can be considered to be long." ”

"There are many talented and beautiful women in Xiqi, and there are countless better than me......"

Ye Heng didn't wait for her to finish, and her cold voice entangled her follow-up words, and she couldn't distinguish emotions in her words: "There is only one Su Qianqian." ”

Su Qianqian instinctively raised her eyes, but when she saw that his originally smiling eyes were only indifferent and dark, even her voice had a faint coolness: "Who does the princess want to give this king to." ”

Hurriedly lowered her eyes, Su Qianqian had a sense of oppression that was glimpsed into her mind, his hand had trapped her waist, forcing her to look at herself, she saw the ripples in his always calm eyes, and hurriedly calmed her mood and responded: "I just want to say that I am lucky." ”

Ye Heng's cold voice did not have the slightest temperature, and her cold gaze fell on her slightly flustered face: "Okay, I believe you." ”

Rao is like this, Su Qianqian also knows that this is not true, but she can only pretend to be puzzled, revealing a bright smile: "Naturally, naturally." ”

Ye Heng didn't say anything more, only let her go, and left directly.

Shuangshuang waited for Ye Heng to walk away, and then looked at Su Qianqian with a worried look: "Miss, King Heng is both talented and good-looking, and he is definitely a good choice for a son-in-law, why did you refuse him again and again?" The lord knows that his son-in-law is King Heng, and he must not allow you to be so willful. ”

"I have my reasons for doing this."

After speaking, Su Qianqian sat softly on the chair, sighed lightly in her voice, and stopped speaking.

Ye Heng seemed to be annoyed by her, and he didn't look for her since that day's study, but asked people to send a list full of things, apparently for use in the Tanglin era.

Su Qianqian didn't look for him anymore, and just continued to prepare on her own.

The two were so deadlocked, and before they made peace, they first received the will of the monarch of Xiqi and set the day for the flower-viewing banquet.