From the thousands of bright lights floating in the night sky, to the countless figures in different costumes, hawkers, and frolicking children on the bustling land, they are all presented on the drawing paper one by one.

Yan Chang'an had seen a copy of the Thousand Lights of the Twilight Clouds at the foot of Cangyuan Mountain, and now, that prosperous scene was streamlined by Shu Nong with many lines and outlined on this small piece of lamp paper.

"You've ever copied this painting—"

Before Yan Chang'an's words fell, Shu Nong suddenly glanced at him, and a smile spread at the end of his eyes.

"Surprised?"

Her voice fell lightly, her subordinates did not stop, and one by one the backs were completed on the paper, "I drew the picture of a thousand lights six hundred years ago." ”

She raised her eyes to look at the noisy crowd, and the tip of her pen flowed, and a new painting similar to but different from the Thousand Lights of Twilight was completed: "Otherwise, how could I have conceived it so quickly." ”

The so-called Thousand Lights Picture of Twilight Clouds is just a moment of excitement when she and Liu Xubai traveled here six hundred years ago, she is not a master of painting this way, and the Thousand Lights Picture drawn by the rise can be maintained to this day and still have a little fame, maybe it is just because its origin has a relationship with Liu Xubai.

Shu Nong smoothed the paper, and the tip of the pen stained with cyan paint landed on the tree covered with red ribbons on the paper.

She tilted her head slightly, loose, and the hair that she pulled up at random slipped from her ears, and the breeze blew, and the hair fell on her cheeks, a little itchy.

Shu Nong frowned, raised his eyes and looked at Yan Chang'an, who was staring at her intently, suddenly grinned and shook his head, and the already loose bun was even worse, scattered most of it.

"Yan Changan, you-" she lifted her chin, "help me get my hair done." ”

Yan Changan was slightly stunned, his expression was a little blank for a while, and he subconsciously put down his pen: "...... I won't. ”

"There's a first time for everything."

Shu Nong winked at him, "Don't you like me?" Wouldn't you want to pull my hair for me? ”

The breeze blew, and Yan Changan's eyelashes trembled.

He obviously knew that Shu Nong was teasing him, but on that pale but beautiful face, he saw her teasing a junior who he still liked, and he didn't find the slightest emotion that was related to the relationship between men and women.

It's terrible.

Yan Changan thought, she didn't seem to think of him as a man with even a little possibility.

But in the Cangsheng Palace, when she questioned Liu Xubai, it was clearly not like this.

He moved his lips, but he crashed into Shu Nong's smiling eyes, but he had to throw away his armor and let her do whatever she wanted.

Yan Changan has lived for so many years, and he hasn't even read a few books, so he really doesn't know what other way to make his favorite girl like him besides following him all the time.

But at this moment, he couldn't ignore such an opportunity that Shu Nong sent to get closer to her.

He pursed his lips, resigned himself to the paper, got up and walked towards her, standing behind her.

Shu Nong then shook his head again, and the silver hairpin that was barely holding on slipped off-

Yan Changan subconsciously stretched out his hand and caught the simple silver hairpin.

He stretched out his hand, but when he touched Shu Nong's cold hair, he trembled, his fingertips curled, and he said in a low voice: "...... You can't do this. ”

Shu Nong took out a blue head rope from the storage space and handed it back: "What can't you do?" ”

Yan Changan didn't move, under the warm sun, he stared at Shu Nong's excessively pale cheeks, and said softly: "If you don't like me, you shouldn't give me this opportunity...... It's not good for you. ”

(End of chapter)