Snow fluttered down in the courtyard.
A woman carrying a food box and wearing a plain white cloak walked through the snowy courtyard.
The plum blossoms on the branches trembled slightly in the cold wind, as if they were shivering in the cold wind and snow.
But Jiang Muxue, who was wearing thin clothes, was not afraid of the cold. The cloak on her body was more for keeping out the snow than for keeping warm.
She carried the food box across the courtyard and came to the room where so much had happened.
Served by the palace maids, Jiang Muxue took off her cloak and walked into the house wearing a thin dress.
With a smile on face.
"Senior sister, I brought you some sweet duck from Yuji."
In the room filled with a warm atmosphere, Shen Qingxuan, dressed in white, was drawing something on a piece of white paper.
Seeing her junior sister coming, she nodded and smiled.
"Sit down."
There was no need for formalities or red tape between the two of them.
A casual greeting is enough.
Jiang Muxue handed the food box in her hand to the palace maids behind her and asked them to heat it up. Then she walked to Shen Qingxuan curiously.
She looked down at the drawing on the white paper and nodded.
"This painting is much better... Senior sister, your painting skills are getting better and better. I think you have surpassed your brother-in-law."
"When he wakes up and sees how good your paintings are, he will definitely be shocked."
Jiang Muxue was all smiles.
Shen Qingxuan, who was painting, shook his head and said, "He is actually just a half-baked artist who knows some techniques that ordinary people don't understand."
"I studied for seven years, so it's easy for me to surpass him."
At this point, Shen Qingxuan's mouth curled slightly and smiled: "But I don't know if he will be scared when he sees my paintings, but he will definitely be very happy."
"No one in the world can draw the kind of paintings he likes the most. Fortunately, I have learned a lot over the years, and now I can draw them with ease."
Shen Qingxuan's smile had a mischievous feel.
Jiang Muxue said, "So what kind of painting is it? Senior sister, you are reluctant to show it to me."
She knew that her senior sister had been secretly painting some paintings that were not shown to outsiders, and that she was very confident in these paintings and felt that her brother-in-law would be very happy when he woke up and saw them.
But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't think of what kind of painting it would be.
The senior sister joked that it was a pornographic picture, but how could she believe it
Would my senior brother-in-law get excited by a few pornographic pictures
Not to mention that my senior sister clearly said that those paintings were something that no one else in the world could draw, and that they were probably some unique skill of my senior sister-in-law's husband. How could they be erotic paintings
While the two sisters were chatting, the sweet duck was soon heated up and served by the palace maids.
Shen Qingxuan also put down the paintbrush in her hand, wiped her hands, and tasted the Yu Ji sweet duck with her junior sister.
This sweet duck restaurant has only opened in Beijing in the past two years, but it has already gained some fame, and Shen Qingxuan also likes the taste.
While tasting the sweet duck, the two chatted about interesting things in the capital.
However, the new exams were coming up, and the capital was quite lively now. Students from all over the country lingered in the major brothels and academies in the capital, and gossip about certain talented people competing for the favor of others often leaked out.
Amid the two people's conversation and laughter, the air in the room seemed to become much happier.
It was just that while Shen Qingxuan was laughing and talking, she would occasionally subconsciously look towards the big bed not far away.
However, the person who was unconscious on the bed showed no response as usual and just lay there blankly.
At this time, her eyes would become a little dim.
But it has been seven years, and she has gradually become accustomed to such waiting.
She concealed her slight disappointment at that moment so perfectly that even her fellow apprentice sisters around her didn't notice it.
The day passed quickly in such leisurely chat.
As Mrs. Snake Heart, Jiang Muxue did not have a good reputation in the capital. Naturally, she did not socialize much and was extremely idle on weekdays.
But it is impossible to stay in the imperial city forever.
When it was getting dark, Jiang Muxue stood up and said goodbye.
Before leaving, Jiang Muxue looked at the bed where Luo Jing was lying and let out a long breath.
"Sister, if my brother-in-law wakes up, can I ask him to show me the paintings you drew?"
Jiang Muxue was really curious about the secret works painted by his senior sister.
I'm even curious to the point of being extremely anxious.
She really wanted to know what her senior sister had drawn that was so mysterious.
In response, Shen Qingxuan smiled and said, "When he wakes up, go ask him for it. If he is willing to give it to you..."
Shen Qingxuan's smiling attitude made Jiang Muxue suspicious.
I felt mysterious again and even more curious.
In the snow, Jiang Muxue put on a cloak and left under the guidance of the palace maid holding the lantern.
With her departure, the house, which had been filled with joy and relaxation for the entire day, quickly became deserted.
Although the room was steaming hot and not as cold as outside, Shen Qingxuan, who was inside, could still feel the loneliness.
Thinking of this, she sighed deeply and looked at the person on the bed again.
However, the bed was dead silent, without any movement, just like every time she had looked at it in the past.
Shen Qingxuan was already used to this feeling, but Ren Jiu couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
She smiled helplessly and shook her head.
"You always ask me to wait for you... Is this God's punishment for me not being honest?"
First we waited for twenty years before we finally met again, but now we have to wait another seven years.
Even if a practitioner has a lifespan of 200 years...how many 27 years can there be in a lifetime
The fairy in white sighed deeply, turned and walked towards the table.
Painting when she has nothing to do has become one of her main pastimes nowadays.
And it was not only entertainment, but also a surprise she had carefully prepared.
Over the years, she secretly painted many paintings that her husband absolutely liked, waiting for Luo Jing to see them when he woke up.
But when Shen Qingxuan walked to the table, she was slightly startled.
The drawing paper on the desk has disappeared.
The painting that was almost finished was not a gift she prepared for her husband, but a copy she made on a whim, imitating a famous painting in the world.
It was clearly placed here before, but now it is gone.
Was it secretly taken away by my junior sister
Shen Qingxuan was a little confused.
She turned her head and looked around.
However, the moment he turned around, he was stunned.
In the next room, next to the unfinished sweet duck, a man wearing a thin inner garment and with a thin and pale face was sitting there, holding her copied painting in one hand and stuffing the cold sweet duck into his mouth in the other.
While stuffing it in, he asked, "What are you drawing?"
With his mouth full of duck meat, Luo Jing raised his head and looked at his wife in confusion: "Are you sure I will like this?"
Isn’t this just an ordinary landscape painting
Is there some secret hidden in it