Chapter Seventy-Three: I Haven't Seen It

Although this dog man is always angry with her, I have to say that his appearance and temperament are really outstanding, but unfortunately, even if she has that lustful heart, she has no lust and courage, and she has no chance in this life.

If she ever returns to the modern day and meets her again, the dead-skinned one will chase after him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jiang couldn't help but snicker, and suddenly, the man stretched out his big palm to her to caress her face, Jiang Jiang's smile was closed, and he looked at Yan Huaishu's deep phoenix eyes like the sea, and his little heart fluttered like a deer crashing.

She's just thinking about it, and she doesn't show it obviously, right? Why is she so cooperative with her......

"Smack. ”

The charming thoughts in Jiang Jiang's mind stopped at this moment, her delicate face was expressionless, she squinted at the palm that slapped her face, gritted her teeth and said word by word, "What are you doing here?"

If the eyes can kill, the man in front of her has been stabbed to death by her several times, as for the fawn in her heart?

Oh, I was shot in the head by her, and I can't die anymore.

Yan Huaishu didn't feel the murderous aura from the little queen, and twisted the cyan flesh worm on her cheek, "Worm." ”

Just fell from a willow branch.

it!

Jiang Jiang was so frightened that goosebumps fell to the ground, and hurriedly touched his face, Yan Huaishu took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers, "Don't worry, it's gone." ”

After saying that, his eyes moved slightly, he looked at her other cheek, and was about to raise his hand, but after being discovered by Jiang Jiang's alertness, he leaned back flexibly to dodge.

She touched her face to make sure she didn't touch anything soft and strange, and then she asked fiercely, "Why are you trying to hit me with this excuse?"

"Don't hit you. Yan Huaishu explained helplessly, then stood up with a white handkerchief, lifted her chin with her slender fingers and asked her to tilt her face, Jiang Jiang turned her head uncomfortably and broke away, and he pinched her chin again, "Don't move." ”

As he spoke, he bent down slightly, gently and carefully brushing the ink on her cheeks.

The man's perfect handsome face suddenly approached closely, the phoenix eyes were lowered, the handsome eyebrows and eyes were unexpectedly a little gentle, the faint fragrance of pine ink lingered on the tip of the nose, Jiang Jiang's ears were hot, and she subconsciously covered her little heart.

After the calf, the charm of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is too great, and the fawn is resurrected.

Yan Huaishu patiently wiped her clean, handed the blackened white handkerchief to her and shook it, proving that he was not taking the opportunity to bully her.

"Just now you poked your face with a charcoal pen, and the carbon ash rubbed up. ”

He put the veil away, "Be careful later." ”

Jiang Jiang nodded dumbly and raised his claws, "That'...... Do you still paint?"

Hearing this, Yan Huaishu raised his eyes and looked at the willow branches fluttering in the wind above his head, since the little queen still wanted to paint...... "Let's change places." ”

Half an hour later, there was a boat floating in the river, and when the boatman uncle stood at the stern of the boat, holding the pole and rocking the oars, he couldn't help but look at the man in the ink robe who was sitting on the bow of the boat and looking at the surface of the Qinghe River, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Thinking about it, he looked at the white-clothed woman who put down the pen neatly, and smiled and admired, "The girl's painting is really good, not at all different from the real person." ”

Jiang Jiang raised his head when he heard this, and raised a bright smile, "This is a sketch." ”

"Uncle, I'll draw one for you later. ”

"Ouch, that's embarrassing. The boatman was flattered when he heard this, and hurriedly refused, "The old man is a rough man, and the girl should not waste paper." ”

This girl looked like she had grown up in the palm of her hand, and her clothes were delicate and tight, and he was really embarrassed to condescend to give him a portrait.

"It doesn't matter. Jiang Jiang waved his hand, stuffed Yan Huaishu's pair up and stuffed it into his waist, and looked at his facial features in front of the boatman, "Uncle, relax, I draw very quickly." ”

Yan Huaishu had already withdrawn from deep thought, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the little queen had her back to him, carefully looking at the boatman at the stern, and most of the drawing paper in her hand had been drawn, and she was the boatman holding the boat.

He frowned slightly, and went over to sit, "What about mine?"

"What?" Jiang Jiang looked at him blankly, then suddenly realized, and handed him the painting stuffed into his waist, "Here." ”

"Get out of the way, don't squeeze me. She pushed Yan Huaishu, "Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going to paint it for my uncle." ”

The little queen looked disgusted, Yan Huaishu's eyes were slightly dim, and after sitting back, she unfolded her portrait, and the self in the painting was like a bronze mirror, as if she existed in the painting.

The man's thin lips were slightly hooked, but they suddenly froze, the boatman's seemed to be all over, why was he only half of his body?

The smile on the corner of his lips disappeared in an instant, Yan Huaishu's sword eyebrows frowned, and he finally couldn't hold back, "Why am I a half-portrait?"

"......" Jiang Jiang looked back at him inexplicably, was it because her ears were not good, and she actually felt that there was a sour vinegar smell in her words.

She shook her head to shake the terrifying thought away, "The bust is more detailed." ”

Listening to the little queen's explanation, Yan Huaishu reluctantly accepted, lowered his eyes and looked at the painting again, and then the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

Sure enough, the silver leaves on his shoulders were all drawn very carefully, and the number was the same.

Because of Jiang Jiang's painting, the boatman enthusiastically took them to see half of the city, and finally said a lot of gossip in Beijing when he returned the same way, and Jiang Jiang listened very energetically.

"Uncle, you can be a storyteller. "This mouth is a thief, and the little burden is shaking.

Yan Huaishu had already gone ashore, and when he heard this, he stretched out his hand to her, and said lightly, "Come up, if you don't leave, you won't have anything to eat." ”

Jiang Jiang grabbed his hand and stepped on the stone steps, and only then did he snort at him after he walked up, "It's like I don't have any silver." ”

Then he patted his waist, and said proudly, "See, the crescent moon has prepared silver for me." ”

After dinner, the lantern rally begins, and it's time for her to splurge!

Thinking like this, she grabbed Yan Huaishu's hand and pulled him into the crowd, "Hurry up, I'm hungry." ”

The little queen's hands are very soft, and they feel very good when they are pinched, Yan Huaishu looked at Jiang Jiang who was looking for a restaurant and restaurant, and grabbed her hand and tugged at her, "Follow me." ”

Jiang Jiang was puzzled, and was led behind him by the man, "Where are we going?"

"A place to eat. ”

After following Yan Huaishu for a short while, a three-story wooden restaurant appeared in Jiang Jiang's sight.

It was dark early in early autumn, the sun had set at this hour, and there were two red lanterns hanging in front of the restaurant.

Yan Huaishu poured a full cup of tea, pecked lightly, and looked at the little queen who was lying on the railing and looking down, "It's just a restaurant, and it's very good-looking." ”

"I haven't seen it. Jiang Jiang replied without thinking, Yan Huaishu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and his mind inexplicably remembered the little queen described in Nanling's letter.

Silent, happy and quiet, staying in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a day.

Who taught the little queen this unique painting technique?

The man's deep phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and all the doubts came up in an instant, Jing'an Mountain is a county seat, and it is impossible not to even have a restaurant.