Back at the Prince's Mansion, it was almost dawn.
The lights in Puyang Yue's study room were still on.
Deacon Liao said everyone was fine and should rest early.
Bai Languo smiled dryly and said it was late, then walked to Puyang Yue's study.
He knocked gently on the door and asked, "Is the prince here?"
"Come in." Pu Yangyue's voice remained cold and cold.
Bai Languo pushed the door open and walked in. She obediently held a stack of tea in her hand and put it on his desk: "Is the prince still asleep?"
"Yeah." Pu Yangyue seemed to be drawing something without raising his head.
Bai Languo handed over the tea diligently: "Prince, please have a cup of tea." He took the opportunity to put his head over.
Puyang widened his sleeves to cover the painting, only to find that the girl was not looking at the painting, but at his wheelchair.
"What's wrong?" Pu Yangyue asked.
Bai Languo was a little embarrassed and confused: "Is this a new wheelchair?"
It doesn't look like it's new either, the mahogany handrails have been rubbed extremely smooth.
Puyang Yue's answer was as expected: "No."
"Then..." Bai Languo was worried, but still asked cautiously, "Where were you when the fire broke out? I only saw your wheelchair lying in the sea of flames. Where were you?"
Sensing the anxiety in her tone, Puyang looked up at her more curiously.
Bai Languo frowned, a little angry: "Why are you looking at me? Answer me, where were you at that time? Do you know how scared I was when I saw there was only a wheelchair in the sea of fire!"
"What are you afraid of?" Puyang Yue asked calmly, but his voice was a little hoarse.
"Afraid..." Bai Languo hesitated, "Afraid that if something happens to you, I will have to be buried with you."
General Puyang's dark eyes that were about to sparkle suddenly cooled down, and he spoke displeasedly: "Deacon Liao arrived soon, and I was rescued. What about you? Where did you run away?"
Is he blaming himself for neglecting his duty? Bai Languo was a little depressed: "I looked for you everywhere, but I couldn't find you. But Xiaopang found me first and asked me to come back."
"Really?" This guy was actually doubtful.
Bai Languo said angrily: "Of course!" Then he got entangled in his wheelchair, "You were rescued, and the wheelchair was also rescued? This wheelchair is really capable. It was kissed by fire and was unscathed."
Seeing the way she was peeping her head, Pu Yangyue felt really uncomfortable and sent her away: "If there's nothing else, please step back."
"Oh." Bai Languo pursed his lips and thought to himself: I didn't mean to come here to bring you tea or water, but you were so ignorant that you didn't send anyone to notify me when you came back. It made people worry all night long!
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned back.
Pu Yangyue's wide sleeves hurriedly covered the paintings on the table, and he was a little embarrassed and wary when he said: "What are you doing?"
"No... nothing." Bai Languo scratched his head, "I want to ask what you are drawing?"
"I want you to take care of it?"
"Yes, I don't dare, I will resign." It's too much to be harsh on yourself! Bai Languo patted her butt and left without looking back.
It wasn't until she closed the door and her figure disappeared into the dark night that Pu Yangyue finally agreed to remove his hand. However, after seeing the ink stains on his sleeves and contaminating the painting, he sighed with great depression: It was still ruined after all.
But if you destroy it, just destroy it. If you destroy it, you can repaint it. It’s better than being seen by her—
In the painting, there are only a few brush strokes, a few trees, and two monkeys passing through it, which is lifelike and extremely expressive.
If she sees it, the consequences will be unimaginable...