Di Fuyi's medicine was very effective, and Gu Xijiu's headache became much lighter soon after taking it.
It was a hundred times more effective than her own homemade medicine.
She couldn't help but look at the medicine a few more times: "Is your medicine easy to refine?"
She has often been troubled by headaches in the past six months, because she dare not think about the past. If she had this medicine, she could hold back the headache and think about it a few more times.
"It's not difficult to make, but the medicinal materials are difficult to find. It's probably not easy to find in this world. Don't worry, I still have a lot of this medicine here. You can have as much as you want. You don't have to think about refining it." Di Fuyi simply said. Like a roundworm in her belly, he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Gu Xijiu rubbed her eyebrows: "This medicine is yours..."
"Is there any difference between mine and yours?"
Gu Xijiu: "..." She hasn't confirmed that he is her fiancé yet...
"This bracelet alone can't confirm that you are her fiancé, right? After all, this is your one-sided statement. I won't believe you because of this!" The old patriarch frowned so hard that he could kill a fly.
The way he looked at Di Fuyi was like looking at a liar who wanted to kidnap his own daughter.
Di Fuyi didn't take it to heart: "You're not hers, do you believe it or not, does it have anything to do with me?"
The old patriarch: "..." He was choked!
"I don't think it's completely credible either." Gu Xijiu interrupted again, but she always felt that was not the case: "Do you have any other evidence?"
Di Fuyi was silent for a moment and asked her, "Do you still remember the way you took off the oil paint?"
Gu Xijiu nodded, she would take off the paint every night before going to bed. Naturally, he remembers his true appearance.
Di Fuyi fumbled in his sleeves for a moment and took out two more scrolls: "Open it and take a look."
So, Gu Xijiu opened the scroll. When she saw clearly what was inside, her fingertips froze!
They are two paintings, each painting depicts girls in different postures, smiling, angry, angry, indifferent...
Every painting is of her, and every painting is so lifelike.
The clothes worn by the people in the painting are also very beautiful, black, light blue, bright red... Every set of clothes has a fairy-like air, which is comparable to what Di Fuyi is wearing now.
Gu Xijiu subconsciously looked at the coarse clothes and pants she was wearing...
There is no style, that is, it can only cover the body.
She looked at the person in the painting and then subconsciously touched her face. She applied oil paint every day and was exposed to wind and rain. Her skin became a lot darker and rougher, and she also had a few pimples...
Was she ever so beautiful
If she had doubts about Di Fuyi before, thinking that he might have recognized the wrong person, now that she saw these two paintings, she no longer had any doubts!
This incredibly beautiful man in front of him at least knew her and had deep feelings for her, otherwise he would not be able to carry her portrait with him...
She stroked the face in the painting with her fingers: "Did you paint this?"
"Of course, does it look like you?"
"Like... I didn't expect you could draw."
"I know many, many things, which are deeper than treasures. You will understand if you get along with me for a long time." Di Fuyi didn't understand humility at all.
Gu Xijiu couldn't help but look at his sleeves: "What else do you have in your sleeves?" She looked at his sleeves like a treasure.
Di Fuyi smiled: "You can have whatever you want." His preparations for the lower realm this time were not as complete as usual.
(End of chapter)