After that, he raised his hand and touched Ji Yunshu's cheeks, which were red in vain.
A fingertip touch!
She frowned, making her whole body jittery.
He tilted his head involuntarily, drooping his eyelids.
Jing Rong laughed, "What are you nervous about? I won't eat you."
"I'm not nervous."
"Yun Shu." Suddenly she called out.
Yep
She looked up.
Jingrong stared at her with exploratory eyes and a little curiosity, and said, "I really don't know how many more surprises you will give me."
uh-huh
Some were confused.
Jingrong held her plain white fingers, raised it slightly, and said, "I thought you would only use these hands to perform autopsy and painting, but I didn't expect that you still have a sharp mouth, even the one from Mingshan Academy. The students are all speechless by your words."
It turned out to be about this!
She pursed her lips and said modestly, "It's all according to the script, and I said a few words casually. I didn't expect it, and I fooled them."
"But you have not only fooled them, but even this king has been fooled by you, and it is destined to be fooled by you for a lifetime."
Affectionate words, like a gentle wind, rolled into her ears little by little.
Warmth rises!
Ji Yunshu's heart froze, and he plunged into his arms.
He also held her tightly.
Two figures stood under the porch, facing the soft moonlight in the sky, the gray light poured down and sprinkled on the two of them.
Quite a bit of the beauty of an antique poster!
Ji Yunshu's face was tightly pressed against his hot chest, enjoying the moment of tenderness that only belonged to him at the moment.
She must also admit that only with such an embrace can she let go of all her guards and truly enjoy the happiness a woman should have. She also admits that she is greedy and extremely greedy.
She wanted to stay in this warm embrace forever.
After a long time, she raised her head and looked up at him, "Do you really intend to leave Miss Tang there alone?"
puff!
All the poetic and pictorial meaning was disrupted by this sentence.
Jing Rong hooked her jaw, "Mr. Ji, don't you really like Miss Tang?"
"What nonsense."
She turned her head and pushed him away.
"I'm just worried that she can't do it alone. She can smash the huge academy, but she may not be able to repair it."
"Don't worry, isn't Mo Ruo still here? He won't leave her alone. After all, he owes his life to Miss Tang."
"Will he help her?"
"That's inevitable."
Jing Rong is very sure!
Will Moruo help Tang Si? No way
If so, it would be a good show!
Ji Yunshu: "It's getting late, you have to rest early, and you have to hurry tomorrow morning."
Jing Rong: "But I want to stay with you for a while, so tonight..."
Before he could say anything, he was stopped.
"No!" He refused plainly.
Jing Rong chuckled, "You know what I want to say before I finish talking?"
"I… "
Seeing her speechless, Jing Rong's smile became even more wicked. She lowered her head and kissed her on the forehead lightly, "I won't tease you, rest early."
Come on, he turned and walked away.
Behind him, Ji Yunshu smiled happily.
And just as she was about to enter the room, Shang Zhuo came over.
"Mr. Ji."
Shang Zhuo called her and strode over. The ink dots on his Confucian shirt were printed on the plain robe, which was eye-catching.
"Young Master Shang? Is there something wrong?"
Shang Zhuo bowed, "I hope Mr. Ji won't take offense about what happened just now. Lin Shu has always been like this. He offended the two of you with his words. Please don't take it to heart."
It was for this!
She replied, "How could it be? It's my fault. If I didn't promise to compare paintings with him, it wouldn't have happened. We were staying here for one night. The reason is conflicting with others, making your school like that, and hurting that Young Master Lin, it really shouldn't be, and I have to trouble Young Master Shang to apologize to Young Master Lin on our behalf."
He nodded slightly!
The business table should be down!
He raised the painting rolled up in his hand again, and said, "Mr. Ji's painting, just now, so as not to be damaged, I secretly put it away, please don't take offense, sir."
"This… "
"Sir, this painting is amazing!"
Amazed!
Obviously not as good as people!
She laughed without saying a word.
Shang Zhuo has an amazing copying ability, and his vision is naturally different from others.
He said, "This painting seems to be a little better than Lin Shu's painting skills, but I think it's you who asked him to be right, sir. After all, winning is easy, but losing without leaving any traces is difficult. To add to the difficulty, Mr. presumably did not want Lin Shu to entangle any more, so he deliberately lost to him, and Mr. Powerful and rigorous, the lines before and after each stroke are deep and shallow, and they are closed at the point. Although there is no domineering in the picture of "Jiangbei Huaibei", the whole picture is also less murderous and fierce on the battlefield, but there are more The sadness that is not present in the pictures of "Jiangbei Huainan" shows the helplessness and pain of the people after being displaced in the war, the death of death, the injury of injury, how sad it is."
This review is absolutely professional!
But I have to say, he is indeed a smart man.
Ji Yunshu's thoughts and paintings were all understood by his words, so naturally there was no need to hide them.
She said, "Master Yu said that you are good at painting, and the painting of "A Hundred Birds and Phoenix" is even more vivid than Ouyang Ye's original work. You didn't say it in front of everyone, otherwise, Young Master Lin wouldn't let it go, but anyway, Young Master Lin is right if he wins, and there is no need to worry too much, Young Master Shang, are you right?"
"Sir is right," he said. "Indeed, it doesn't matter who wins or loses. It's just this painting, I wonder if you can give it to me, sir?"
It's not a masterpiece, so why collect it
"of course can."
"Thank you sir." With a bow, "Then... I won't disturb Mr. rest."
"Yep."
Shang Zhuo is gone!
Ji Yunshu turned back to the house, and his ears were finally clear.
And the other side.
The hot spring in the back mountain.
The students who were covered in ink all crowded here to take a bath. Under the moonlight, they were all shirtless, surrounded by a white towel, and they dived into the water when they were bored.
In less than a while, the hot spring water flowing in the pool was soaked into black water.
Lin Shu was soaked in the water like a big brother, his hands clinging to the warm goose stone next to him, and the wound on his shoulder that was torn open by the whip was still oozing blood.
Two classmates around him are giving him medicine.
The potion seeped into the flesh, biting it painfully, he reprimanded, "Light it, it hurts."