I saw that the person concerned ignored it, leisurely gathered his sideburns, narrowed his eyes, revealing a trace of danger, his sharp eyes rejected everyone's gaze, and his thin lips opened: "I must go tomorrow, otherwise, I ......" Apricot eyes glared, "I bear the consequences." The sleeve robe flicked, leaving cold words.

Ahh

The Princess's Mansion is hell on earth!

The faces wanted to cry without tears, looking at the plain yarn Qianying who threw off their sleeves and left, their hearts were silently dripping blood, but when they thought of a lot of silver, they recovered their faces and were full of joy.

Rich? Got silver?

When you are released home by the public, you will be able to spend the rest of your life in style!

All the beautiful men muttered together for a while, it was nothing more than the topic of how to make money, and after the end, they all left with a smile on their faces.

A corner of the back garden.

The bewitching man smiled slightly, but the corners of his lips shone with a deep cold light, and the hem of his ice blue silk clothes floated in the wind.

She has a good abacus!

A delicate character, but the face that can't distinguish the gender is flashing with a resolute outline, and there is still a shadow of a father's voice.

Click-

The slender fingers caressed the flexible willow branches, so light, so soft, but they broke in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of the ice blue silk disappeared into the faint twilight of the sun......

Fu Shiqing was walking on the road with painting tools on his back, and he couldn't help but sweat profusely.

He panted and turned to the left, shook his head for a while, and turned to the right ambiguously, his messy footsteps swirling vigorously in the flower bed.

After the last, his heart was horizontal, his light eyes looked at the sky in a daze, and he sighed helplessly: "I'm lost......" I didn't ask the princess where the snow garden was just now, so I hurried here, what can I do now?

He walked dejectedly to a small pavilion in the garden, put his painting tools on the stone table, and picked up his sleeve to wipe his sweat.

The breeze blows, only to see the camellia floating in the garden with the wind, like setting off layers of snow waves, a sea of fragrant snow, a faint fragrance of flowers stepping on the wind, as if penetrating into the bones of people.

There is a small lake under the pavilion, under the crystal transparent sunlight, like a shining mirror, the blue sky and white clouds, reflected in the water, as if another world on earth.

Looking at the rippling blue water, his eyes lit up.

What kind of eyes are they, they are as dazzling as glass and amber, and they are unforgettable for a long time.

He spread out the drawing paper, took out the brush from the pen case, held it in his hand, lifted up his sleeve robe, and drew the pen like a god.

The slender tip of the pen outlines the woman's delicate face, the eyebrows are as light as smoke, the red and charming lips, the small nose, and the rhinestone-like eyes are all deeply engraved in the bottom of the heart like a knife.