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Suddenly, as if remembering something, Ji Xingzhi restrained her smile, got off Xiao Moyan's lap, walked to the dresser and opened the drawer, took out a painting from the innermost part of the drawer, and closed the drawer casually.

Ji Xingzhi took the painting to the front of the case and spread the painting on the case, there are no other sundries on the case except for the necessary items such as pen, ink, paper, inkstone, etc., this table Ji Xingzhi rarely uses, and when he was a child, he often lay on the desk to read.

Spreading out the painting, Ji Xingzhi sharpened the ink, dipped the pen in ink, and wrote a sentence on the painting.

After writing, Ji Xingzhi nodded with satisfaction, and said to Xiao Moyan, who was sitting at the table looking at her, "Uncle Huang, help me add a sentence to it." ”

Although Xiao Moyan asked Ji Xingzhi to call him Tianshu, he was called Uncle Huang for more than ten years, and he was a little unaccustomed to suddenly changing his words, so Uncle Huang was more agreeable.

Of course, if you change your name to husband, husband, husband...... That's the exact opposite.

Hearing this, Xiao Moyan got up and walked to Ji Xingzhi's side, took the brush dipped in ink handed over by Ji Xingzhi, and looked at the painting on the case, the person who painted it was him. In the upper right corner of the painting, there are a few words with ink that have not dried, and the font is messy, as if it was waved in one stroke, but it is surprisingly beautiful.

It's hard to believe that the little girl who wrote crookedly with a brush can now write such pleasing words.

What Ji Xingzhi wrote: Ten miles of spring breeze is not as good as your indifferent eyebrows.

Xiao Moyan paused slightly and said, "Bring a glass of water." ”

Ji Xingzhi couldn't help but wonder: "What do you want water for?" ”

Xiao Moyan didn't answer, but urged: "Go quickly." ”

Ji Xingzhi pouted slightly: "Okay." ”

Ji Xingzhi went to pour a cup of tea and put the teacup on the bookcase according to Xiao Moyan's instructions.

I saw that Xiao Moyan dipped the brush in the teacup, and the originally dark yellow tea immediately turned black.

Xiao Moyan gently sketched an outline on the top of the scroll, and the original pure black ink became a faint gray, and after a while, a familiar face jumped on the paper, and the facial features ...... is exactly what Ji Xingzhi looks like.

Because of the tea, the ink is very light, it looks hazy, a little unreal, but it does exist.

"Uncle Huang, you are too powerful!" Ji Xingzhi looked at her face on the painting in disbelief, this is simply too expressive! It's almost more beautiful than her real person~

Xiao Moyan dipped in ink and added a sentence to the left of the sentence written by Ji Xingzhi: Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are invincible to you, like a flower and a smile.

Ji Xingzhi was slightly stunned, then smiled, tiptoed up her head and sighed on Xiao Moyan's face: "It seems that I will smile more at you in the future." ”

Speaking of this, Ji Xingzhi paused slightly, reached out and touched her chin thoughtfully, frowned, and said while thinking: "No, you can't laugh more, what if you laugh too much and are immune?" You can only laugh occasionally, and you have to laugh like a flower......"

Xiao Moyan: "......"

Just when Ji Xingzhi was struggling whether to laugh or not, whether to laugh more or less, Zhou Zheng's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, the princess and the county lord have arrived." ”

Ji Xingzhi saw that the ink had not dried, and thought for a while: "Let them go to the front hall and wait first." ”

Zhou Zheng: "Yes." ”

Ji Xingzhi looked up at Xiao Moyan and was about to say something, but heard Xiao Moyan say lightly: "I'll go home first, and I'll leave the day after tomorrow." ”

Ji Xingzhi nodded: "Okay." ”

That's pretty much what she was going to say.

Ji Xingzhi and Xiao Moyan walked out of the dormitory together, and after instructing the palace people standing guard not to let anyone enter the dormitory, the two separated in the front hall.

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