But what exactly does that feel like
Gu Nanyi wanted to ask clearly, but intuitively felt that Feng Zhiwei would not tell him the answer. The rest of her affairs were very clear to him, but every time she got closer, she was acting weird. She, she wants to educate her with the phrase "men and women can't get along with each other".
Gu Nanyi is a studious and persevering child, according to his previous belief in martial arts - if you can't pass it, you will get through it, don't be afraid of the pass, try it a few times and it will be a matter of course.
So he decided not to waste time getting confused, just try a few more times.
So he stretched out his hand to copy, decided to copy Feng Zhiwei in his arms, and do it again.
Feng Zhiwei had already come to her senses, when he moved his hand, she immediately stood up on the other side, staring at the red corner, she also felt a slight jump in her heart, remembering that he had licked the wine on the corner of her lips earlier, but At that time, he was calm and disapproving, and it was just a taste of wine, and she just laughed like this, but now, it looks a little... different
So he jumped over the table in embarrassment and went to the other side of the painting table, and said with a dry smile: "Walnut... let's draw walnut..."
Gu Nanyi glanced at her, estimated the distance between the table and the case, and estimated that it would be possible for him to arrest her separately, but it might be difficult not to bring the inkstone over, because Feng Zhiwei's reaction and lightness kung fu became more practiced. The better, he was suddenly a little annoyed, feeling that he had taught Feng Zhiwei martial arts too much all this time.
In an instant, Young Master Gu made a decision, thinking that Feng Zhiwei's martial arts practiced to the current level is enough, there is no need to get better, anyway, as long as she needs it, he will be responsible for protecting her.
Feng Zhiwei didn't know that at this moment, Young Master Gu made a rare selfish decision about her. She lowered her head and moistened the ink with a brush to hide the flush on her face. While writing ink on the paper, she thought about Thinking about how to speak to the young master, to get rid of his more and more horrifying little moves recently.
She drew the outline on the paper with a pen, cleared her throat, and said as gently as possible: "Nanyi, this walnut is drawn like this, a circle, not too round, just a normal circle..."
"Walnut meat." The young master reminded her, remembering to draw his favorite walnut meat.
"Oh." Feng Zhiwei casually drew another circle inside the circle while thinking, the young master looked at it dissatisfied, and felt that this circle and the walnut meat he ate every day did not seem to be the same.
Feng Zhiwei was drawing walnut meat, but suddenly came to inspiration, and hurriedly said: "Hey, Nan Yi, if you want to eat walnut meat, you have to break its shell, but people are not walnuts, so you can't do whatever you want. Yes, you have to protect and respect other people's shells, you can't knock and peel them if you have nothing to do, huh?"
"No knocking, no peeling." Young Master Gu expressed his disagreement.
"This is a metaphor, a metaphor!" Feng Zhiwei lamented, thinking that such a difficult question would not be able to be explained clearly to the young master for a while, and it would be impossible to say it directly, and it was better to be honest and pay attention to it. I had no choice but to finish the painting in three or two strokes, put the pen down, and said, "Drawing is finished, Walnut."
Ning Cheng, who was far away, was drinking, when he heard this sentence, he raised his head and looked, and the wine shot out three feet with a pop.
Young Master Gu leaned his head over to look, and took out another melon from the bag for comparison. He felt that it seemed a bit similar, but he didn't know what was wrong. He turned his head to look at a melon on the table, and felt that it seemed to be more similar. like.
Just when I was about to express my opinion, I suddenly heard the sound outside, there was a faint commotion, and then it became quiet, and then there was the sound of a person's footsteps, striding towards the wing room, the footsteps were not very loud, but rather well-bred The pace is neither fast nor slow, but it is neat and light, and there is no delay between lifting and falling. It makes people feel that the person who steps on such a pace is energetic, decisive, and has the momentum to control everything.
Feng Zhiwei frowned, thinking that there are not many people who can walk with such temperament and control.
Then he heard the man laughing and said: "I heard that Marquis Wei is so rare that he is in a good mood to paint a pen? Can you show Xiao Wang?"
Feng Zhiwei stood up, the door curtain was lifted, and the man entered with a smile.
Feng Zhiwei only felt his eyes light up.
The man was dressed luxuriously, with a purple gold ink crystal crown, a coral belt, and a dark green row of twelve golden dragon king robes. His whole body was shining brightly, but the brilliance all over his body could not suppress his outstanding temperament, but anyone who saw this man would never The clothes first attract attention, and the first thing you see must be his eyes.
Those are a pair of vicissitudes of life and charming eyes, not too big, nor bright and unparalleled, but deep and far away, seeming a little melancholy, not pretentious melancholy, but the kind of loneliness possessed by naturally noble people, like extremely The water of the abyss in the northern land is slightly blue in the deep black, but as it turns, it seems to be ignited with flames, bewitching people's hearts, dancing violently, making people want to plunge into it and turn into ashes. The two contradictory eyes Blended in such eyes, intertwined into a unique charm, so that people will almost fall into such eyes at a glance.
In Feng Zhiwei's impression, a man in his thirties should be considered the most outstanding man, and it can be said that he is unparalleled. She once thought that Xin Ziyan could be regarded as the most beautiful uncle, but compared with the regent of Xiliang, this kind of beauty is less Tempered by the world of mortals, with a bit of frivolity, like a gorgeous mask, the wind blows and falls into the cherry blossoms.
The surprise was only for a moment. After all, she was someone who had read all over the beauties. She immediately went up to meet him with a smile and said, "Is it His Royal Highness the Regent? Why didn't the posthouse make a notification. Let me go out to greet you, it's really rude."
"It was the king who asked them not to disturb you." The regent shook his hand, "I heard that Wei Hou was painting, and I thought to myself, this is a rare opportunity, so don't be disturbed by us villains, Wei Hou Calligraphy, not everyone can see it..." As he spoke, he walked towards the case calmly, before the person arrived, he had already praised casually, "Is this Wei Hou's painting? Oh, it's so bone-like and refreshing, so graceful. Gorgeous, with superb charm... uh."
His fluent words of praise came to an abrupt end when he saw the painting. Such a noble person who was used to seeing waves unexpectedly got stuck in his words, leaning against the desk and staring at the painting, unable to utter a word for a moment.