The clue that she couldn't figure out was thrown aside by her first.

It could only be one of the two of them, and it couldn't be someone else.

The scope is already very small, so let's wait for July 15, and ask the two of them to protect together on Fansheng Street at the same time.

With Yin Zixun here, it is simpler to have about four princes.

It's just that whether you want to tell them the truth or not, you have to see the specific situation on that day.

Thinking like this, Ye Shuhua was no longer irritable, and walked leisurely on the street, sweeping the things in the store left and right.

Wait for Yin Zixun to speak.

"Your gift is too perfunctory, I'm your fiancé."

"Fake."

"The fake one is also a fiancé." It will come true in the future anyway.

Ye Shuhua has always been impatient, and he is for everyone.

"Then do you want it or not, don't give it away."

"Yes! Absolutely! "She gave herself a gift, and he had to.

It was the first birthday gift she had ever given herself.

"But don't worry, let me think about it."

And walking, and walking from the end of the street to the street.

Yin Zixun still didn't say what he wanted.

"Is there anything you like?" Ye Shuhua was a little tired from walking, so she stopped and turned her head to ask him.

Yin Zixun pondered, pursed his lips, and said, "Yes, yes, but not here." ”

"Where? What is it? ”

On the second day, Yi Zhai.

Yin Zixun stood under the gazebo, standing straight, the corners of his lips raised, and smiling meticulously.

Even a little stiff.

Hold the folding fan in your hand, open it and place it on your abdomen.

The fingers holding the fan were so numb that they couldn't move.

"Quick, are you done? Me, can I move? ”

Yin Zixun's mouth was half open, and the words came out of his teeth.

Ye Shuhua stood in front of the stone table, facing the gazebo.

On the stone table was a long blank scroll, one side of which was covered with paint, but there was no movement on it.

"Don't move, I'm almost done."

She looked up at Yin Zixun, and then looked down at the blank scroll.

The pen in your hand is at a loss.

Watercolors are really hard.

The albums she paints are all sketched with lines, simply colored, and mainly based on stories, and the facial expressions of the characters can be drawn with a few points.

It's not too much attention to detail.

It's okay to draw in a picture book, but if you want to draw a real person and draw a whole big scroll, that kind of painting is naturally not good.

Since the gift Yin Zixun wanted was to paint a painting of himself for him, of course she had to paint it well.

If you want to draw well, you can't do it in a different way.

Of course, this good opportunity to practice should not be wasted.

The style of painting in her album is obviously a little aesthetically fatigued by the public.

It was also time for her to open up a new style of painting, and last night she thought about watercolor painting after a night of meditation.

It's just that, thinking back to the first life, and consulting ancient books, it seems that no artist has ever painted watercolors.

There is no one before, then she is the first.

The thought of this made her excited.

As soon as I was excited, the feeling of helplessness that I didn't know where to start just now was suddenly gone.

It seems that if there is divine help, the pen is like Ma Liang.

Splash the ink, and soon a painting is complete.

Yin Zixun was struggling on the verge of collapse, he really couldn't hold on.

Now I just feel dizzy and starry.

"That's it!"

These two words are like untying the invisible rope that binds Yin Zixun.

She's finally done.

His body slackened suddenly, and he was held by Jiuyu, moving his shoulders and neck.

"How's the drawing?"

Ye Shuhua crossed her arms and rubbed her chin with one hand, hooking the corners of her lips thoughtfully.

"I think it's okay."

Ji Cui on the side leaned over, although she couldn't understand it, she was shocked.

Yin Zixun looked at the expressions of the two of them and began to wonder what she was drawing.

Take a few quick steps closer and take a look.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem...... This, this is me? He choked on his saliva and coughed violently.

Then he pointed to the painting on it, and his eyes were full of doubts.

"yes, you can't see that?"

Yin Zixun pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, revealing an extremely unnatural smile.

Then he shook his head slightly.

"It's so obvious that you can't see it? Look at the body shape, the color of the clothes, and the shape of the face, aren't they all exactly the same? ”

Yin Zixun touched his nose and commented accurately, "Indeed, it's just the similarities you said, those facial features are so mushy that you can only see a ball of paint fighting." ”

Murder and heart, but that's it.

Ye Shuhua was a little unhappy, lost the paintbrush, raised her eyebrows and said scoundrelly: "Anyway, this is your portrait, a gift for you, you don't want me to tear it up!" ”

"Oh, no, don't, I want it, of course I want it."

"You can draw very well, at least the color layout is very novel, I believe that in time, you will be able to draw well."

Yin Zixun hurriedly put away the picture scroll like a baby, for fear that she would really tear it up.

If you can't see your facial features clearly, you can't see it clearly, anyway, he knows that it's just him who draws it.

Ye Shuhua was angry mostly because she was annoyed with herself, the strength of the watercolor painting was too difficult to control, and the painting was really a mess.

The rolling paper absorbs water too quickly, and she just clicks it, and it is all paste, and the lines outlined in the manuscript are all covered.

Seeing that he really put it away as a baby, a few joys ignited in his heart.

Secretly thinking, seeing that he didn't dislike his bad painting, he gave him a good one again after he practiced.

Today, on Yin Zixun's birthday, Ye Shuhua came, so naturally he accompanied him to lunch and ate a bowl of longevity noodles.

In the courtyard, butterflies fly over the flower beds, chasing each other among the flowers.

Occasionally, the wind blows, and the blowing branches sway.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Ye Shuhua's heart felt unprecedented peace.

This calmness doesn't seem to come from the view in front of you.

Yin Zixun glanced at the people around him and recalled the news he had found out yesterday.

There was a bold guess.

From the time Ye Shuhua tried to get close to the fourth prince, he vaguely felt that she seemed to be hiding a huge secret.

Or they are secretly preparing an amazing plan.

But it wasn't until recently that he guessed a few points.

After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't make it clear.

Now is not the time.

chatted: "You designed Ye Shuyu to marry the prince, so you are not afraid that she will bully you as the prince's concubine?" ”

Ye Shuhua didn't have a look of surprise on her face, how smart Yin Zixun was, she didn't think she could hide it from him in the first place.

"What are you afraid of, she doesn't have a few days to live."

When she married into the prince's mansion, she was found to be lost, and with the prince's temperament, she would not live long.

"Okay, I'll paint it for you, I'll eat with you, my birthday is over, I'm leaving."

Ye Shuhua felt bored and got up to leave.

But Yin Zixun stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the cold fingers were placed in her palm.

She froze.

Yin Zixun didn't seem to notice, clenched it a little tighter, shook her arm, and said half-coquettishly.

"You can accompany me again, it's only afternoon, and my birthday is only halfway over. Can you bear to leave me alone? ”

Sure enough, the saying that coquettishness will have a good life is true.

Ye Shuhua's heart softened, and she sat back on him.

At this time, Jiuyu suddenly ran over and said something in his ear.

Yin Zixun's face was overjoyed, and his eyebrows and eyes were glowing with joy.

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere, you'll love it."

Ye Shuhua nodded, it was boring to sit anyway.

She followed Yin Zixun through the hall and to the backyard.

There is also a separate yard in the backyard.

Ye Shuhua walked behind him, and when he entered the courtyard and saw the vision in front of him, the whole person froze.

His face was pale and bloodless.

Yin Zixun walked in front and didn't notice anything unusual, just walked to the begonia tree in front of him.

The fiery red begonia flowers are blooming brightly.

When the wind blows, the begonia flowers raise waves, like a raging flame, which is very spectacular.

Yin Zixun pointed to the begonia flower and said with a smile: "This is the begonia tree I stole from Fangfu, it is the one you planted with your own hands, I didn't expect the transplanting to be successful, and it bloomed so quickly." ”

"Look, do you like—"

He said, turning his head to look behind him.

saw that Ye Shuhua's whole person seemed to be pulled out of his soul, his eyes were blank, and he stood there stiffly.

His face was also frighteningly white.

He smiled, furrowed his eyebrows, and walked away with a solemn expression.

"Shuhua, what's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable? ”

He raised his hand as he asked.

But the moment the finger touched her, she slammed it off.

"Don't touch me!"

The roar was hoarse, full of fear.