- is also the rumored one, the first beautiful man in Dayou.

"City Lord?" called the butler Uncle Wang.

Quiet.

It's quiet.

The whole hall is surprisingly quiet.

It seemed so quiet that you could only hear the breeze blowing through the lilac light veil in the hall rubbing against the ground, and the beads of the pearl-connected curtain slamming each other to make a crisp and subtle sound.

In short, it's a little weirdly quiet.

After a few seconds of not getting a reply from Wen Ruchu, the housekeeper Uncle Wang cautiously called again: "City Lord?"

"Well, Uncle Wang, stand down, like the wind, come here. Wen Ruchu, who was sitting inside, said lightly.

His voice was gentle.

Like the gurgling stream in the secluded forest of the empty valley, it is very cold and beautiful.

"Yes, City Lord. ”

Uncle Wang retreated.

After exiting, he did not forget to carefully close the door of the main hall from the outside.

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After Uncle Wang withdrew, only Ye Lanxi and Wen Ruchu were left in the dormitory.

At this time, the two were separated by ten meters.

In the middle of the two, there is a floor-to-ceiling curtain connected by a transparent white gauze pearl.

......

Ye Lanxi stood in place for two seconds.

Pursing her lips, she lifted her feet forward and lifted the floor-to-ceiling curtain in front of her that was connected by white gauze pearls.

After a while, she walked behind Wen Ruchu and stood a meter away from him.

The closer you go, the stronger the smell of herbs in the air.

Ye Lanxi couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.

He tilted his head slightly on tiptoe and looked over the table in front of the man.

Only to find out that he was painting.

What he painted was a cluster of peony flowers outside the window.

His paintings are extremely realistic.

The delicate flowers on the paper are delicate, and they seem to be real flowers on the paper.

......

The atmosphere in the main hall was silent for a long time.

Ye Lanxi stood quietly behind him like this, his eyes were looking appreciative, and he fell on the picture quality paper on the table in front of him.

A moment later.

Wen Ruchu put down the paintbrush in his hand, leaned over from the table, and stood with his hands in his hands.

His figure is long and straight, and he is as majestic as a mountain.

His flowing black hair fell over his shoulders.

The windy slanted window gently blew into the hall, blowing his white robe, the breeze swept through a few strands of his hair, and the flowing hair fluttered with his white robe, lining his figure, depressed, thin, lonely, lonely, lonely.

Ye Lanxi stood in place, her eyes calm, and she looked at the man in front of her steadily.

Timely.

Finally, I saw the man slowly turn around.

The moment he turned around, the air around him seemed to freeze for a moment.

His temperament is high and cold, like an iceberg and snow lotus on a cliff.

The whole body exudes a sacred, fairy-like atmosphere.

......

It wasn't until the moment when he completely turned around that Ye Lanxi finally had the opportunity to see his true appearance as the "most beautiful man in the world".

His skin was white and fine porcelain.

His facial lines are extremely graceful, his facial features are extremely handsome, the Greek gods are as handsome as they are carved out, and his narrow and charming gray-brown eyes are tinged with a cold chill and a faint melancholy.

is obviously a "sick seedling".

But because his face was cold, his expression was calm, his eyes were deep and calm, and he did a good job of hiding the sickness on his face.

It's impossible to see a trace of pathology on his face.