Feichen looked at her with a smile, and his eyebrows were tolerance and pampering that he hadn't noticed before, got up and put down the paintbrush, stroked her sleeves, and stepped to the window and stood obediently.
Outside the open flower window is a white magnolia tree, exuding a faint fragrance.
Su Kui didn't let him wait for too long. She picked up the brush and drew it several times, but with a few strokes, beside the vivacious woman, there stood a man with a clear face and a cloud-like temperament.
Without waiting for her to speak, Feichen stepped forward earlier, and at a glance saw the figure drawn on a contrasting shoulder, the white magnolia probe outside the window came in, and it happened to fall on the woman's black ink hair.
In an instant, his heart jumped sharply.
Astonishment flashed across the starry eyes. He didn't know it. The woman who was always idle and didn't want to do anything was described very well.
Comparing the two figures in the painting, it is impossible to tell who is the better one.
Su Kui carefully removed the paperweight and smiled and asked him, "How is it? Isn't the drawing good?"
Feichen clenched his fist against his lips, unable to cover the enlarged lips, but the laughter overflowing from his throat might explain that he was in a very good mood at the moment.
His eyebrows were soft, "Yes, Qingyue's painter is top-notch, but he compares me to it."
Su Kuibai painted the thick black ink mark on the woman's side cheek, which turned into a strand of hair that fell when the man looked down.
Can't see the slightest abruptness.
The two looked at each other and couldn't help pursing their lips and chuckling.
An urgent sound of sprinting footsteps came from far and near, breaking the house.
"Master, master, Young Master Six or Six, he is here!" A word hurriedly rushed in, seeing the two of them turning around to look at him, scratching their heads in embarrassment, "Master, Young Master Six, he is here."
Feichen's friendly eyebrows suddenly frowned, "You said... Feimo?"
He squatted and swallowed, "Yes, that's right, I'm waiting in the front hall now, Master, go ahead!"
Su Kui looked down at the side as if indifferently admiring the painting, her eyes drooping, she had already heard the conversation between Yiyan and Feichen very much.
Not ink
Not dust
Could it be—
Feichen is also a member of the royal family? However, why did he bring only a personal attendant, traveled thousands of miles from the capital to settle in Qingcheng, eat fast and reciting the Buddha every day, attend to the flowers and plants, and have an indifferent temperament. The Vanity Fair came out.
Feichen frowned after hearing this, and looked at Su Kui with hesitation and reluctance.
Her glazed eyes met his inky black eyes, and she smiled sweetly, "Since a visitor is coming, I will return first, and we will meet again someday."
Saying that she got up from the sandalwood chair, stroked the sleeves that didn't exist on the sleeves, and moved forward, she wanted to leave.
When he walked to Feichen's side, his wrist was suddenly held by a big cold and delicate hand, Su Kui laughed blankly, and looked at him with a smile, "Huh? Can't bear me?"
Fei Chen's heart moved, and he suddenly realized that he did not know when he had acted abruptly and beautifully. He hurriedly let go, slightly embarrassed, "Hug, sorry, I am in a hurry, then I'll see you."
The pale cheeks were stained with a layer of red for some reason, and the whole person was a little more bloody.
The fingertips behind his back couldn't stop rubbing, it seemed that there was a touch of ice muscle and bones faintly remaining on his hands.
Su Kui knew that the person who came was Yun Feimo, with an extraordinary identity, and did not know what Feichen's status was in the royal family, so it was not easy to bother.