Yun Qiange thought about it for a while, but still took out makeup utensils and turned her face into the ugly and cautious person she used to be, and now she hasn't figured out who poisoned her, she must hide it first and relax the vigilance of those people.

After the drawing, I looked at the face covered with black and red dots in the mirror, and then cleaned up and went out.

In Wenyi's room, Zhihua was standing on the side, and a beautiful and sick man was sitting on the table, with two bowls of porridge and three plates of delicate and delicious side dishes on the table. In the rightmost corner of the table, there is a stack of rice paper, an inkstone, and a brush.

Yun Qiange came to the door and coughed dryly, and a pair of godless blue eyes followed the source of the sound.

"Ahem, Yizhi, good morning." She walked to the table and sat down, took a bowl and drank a sip of porridge and put a piece of green vegetables into her mouth, and nodded again and again: "Well, yes, Zhihua's recent skills have improved." ”

Zhihua lowered her head in fear and didn't dare to look at Yun Qiange, making Yun Qiange confused, did she provoke him?!!

The atmosphere was a little stiff, Wen Yizhi couldn't speak, and the painting was inexplicable, so she ate her by herself, so Yun Qiange began to feast regardless of it.

Here, Zhihua also looked at the princess's expression cautiously, and after seeing that the princess was not abnormal, he picked up the spoon next to Childe, scooped a spoonful of porridge and sent it to Childe's mouth.

The whole meal was tasteless, and when he was full, Yun Qiange put down the bowl, looked around, and rubbed his chin suspiciously: "Suspicious? Where did the master go??? ”

The princess suddenly spoke, and the hand of the painter shook, and the spoon in his hand almost didn't fall off, and he stumbled in response: "Back to the princess, your master is gone, but I left a letter for you." ”

The knobby hand explored and raised, and Zhihua immediately put the spoon into Childe's hand and ran to find the letter himself.

Yun Qiange held his chin and observed Wen Yizhi's eating, the man was dressed in white and had black hair, a typical melon seed face, because he had been sick for a long time, his complexion was whiter than that of normal people, and his blue eyes were as blue as the sea.

The slender white fingers scooped a mouthful of porridge and sent it into the mouth, like the lip flap of the peach petals, the porridge was sent into the mouth, and then closed, swallowing gently, it turned out that a blind person can be so noble and elegant, she also took it.

However, the blind man is blind in the end, just when Yun Qiange sighed, the man was about to scoop another spoonful, but the spoon deviated from the direction and was placed straight on the table, the man's brows furrowed slightly, his hand was raised, but the small spoon touched the celadon small bowl, and there was a crisp sound.

Scooped another spoonful into his mouth along the porcelain bowl, but every time he put down the spoon, he always had to look for it with difficulty, and the man's brows became tighter and tighter, obviously he couldn't stand the spoon kept being put on the table, because ...... It's dirty.

Yun Qiange twitched the corner of his mouth, pretending, can't pretend.

"That, don't be reckless if you can't see it." Yun Qiange stroked his forehead with a headache, snatched the small spoon from the man's hand, cleared his throat in embarrassment, and called softly like a child: "Ah......"

The man was stunned, and his ears quietly turned red......

There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, the sun jumped on the man like a stave, and he was soft and dusty in his streamer robe, and the whole person was like a delicate pear flower, which was pitiful.

Wen Yizhi's beautiful thin lips opened lightly, and he opened his lips obediently, and there was a faint flush on his already white and abnormal cheeks.

The softest place in my heart seems to be shining by the sun, warm.

What a kind and awkward princess.