Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 481 The Queen Will Never Give Up (28)

The corners of Ji Ge's lips could not help but curl up a little.

Tingwan and An Yanquan, who were used to the way the two get along, thought they were blind and kept their eyes on each other.

In the afternoon, Ji Ge didn't go out again, and stayed in the mansion with peace of mind, watching Jingli Huahua with great interest.

The four emperors' mansion is spacious and beautiful, with carved beams and painted buildings, beautiful pearls and jade, and the garden is full of exotic flowers and plants, colorful and full of vitality.

The weather has gradually cooled down, and the sun is pouring down like gilding and slow plating, dipping in a warm halo, and the air is filled with a light and pleasant fragrance.

Ji Ge and Jing Li were the only two in the pavilion, and rice paper was spread out on the white marble table.

The slender and tall young man was engrossed, with wide sleeves half rolled up, revealing snow-white and well-proportioned arms. The color is as smooth and white as cloud accumulation jade, with a beautiful luster like pearl jade. However, the cold beauty's attention is all on the unfinished painting in front of him. The slender lips were slightly pursed, and the jaw line was slightly tight.

Ji Ge didn't blink, and a little playful thought came into his heart.

When Jing Li made the last stroke, Ji Ge smiled and said, "Did you finish the painting?"

The teenager waited for the painting to dry and nodded.

"A Li, would you like to draw a picture for me?" Ji Ge raised his eyebrows and asked.

Jing Li was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Ji Ge to make such a request, "Okay."

There was still some temperature in the garden, so the two moved to the study of the Fourth Imperial Concubine's Mansion.

Like the original owner, Ji Ge rarely set foot in the study room, so the study room is as clean as new, and the things inside have not been touched much, and there is still a faint smell of books.

Drawing is not the point, so Ji Ge asked Ting Wan to prepare a plate of cinnabar, looked at Jing Li who didn't know why, smiled and grabbed his finger, and gently touched his forehead.

"A Li, draw here."

Jing Li shook his hand, and the writing brush made of white jade fell to the table with a "snap".

The beautiful and beautiful girl is lazily leaning on the rose chair, her black hair is winding and falling, entangled with Shaluo in her arms, the red dress is laid out, her waist is tied with a black ribbon, which outlines a slender silhouette, The lines are graceful and moving, and the extreme color difference contrast is like a charming dahlia, unscrewing the beautiful arc.

The silent night is the base, and the beauty is like a knife.

She looked at him with a smile, her red lips slightly pouted, as if inviting.

The brush was dipped in some cinnabar and fell tremblingly.

The boy's light-colored pupils were slightly condensed, and his breathing was light.

The texture of fat jade skin is different from that of rice paper, it is more delicate, softer and smoother, so Jingli draws with care every step of the way.

A vermilion begonia slowly took shape, and it bloomed brightly on the girl's fair and plump forehead. The branches and leaves intertwined and adorned the black eyebrows, making the glazed phoenix eyes a little more affectionate.

"Does it look good?" Ji Ge asked, enduring the itching on his skin.

Jing Li put down the brush, and didn't dare to look at it, for fear of being burned by the color: "...it's pretty."

Ji Ge forced the young man to bow his head and meet her eyes: "A Li, what did you see?"

Those light black and clear eyes seemed to hide countless small hooks, and if they showed no mercy, they would hook Jing Li and fall into the abyss.

Jing Li wanted to look away, but was taken away by Ji Ge and couldn't move.

He saw Karasuma's beautiful and pure smiling eyes warmly reflecting the shadow of a boy.

Ji Ge held Jing Li's wrist, hugged the young man in his arms in a confinement posture, forehead to forehead, cinnabar fainted indiscriminately, a small gesture of intimacy.

The boy's breathing was heavy, and he heard Ji Ge softly whispering.

"It's you."

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(End of this chapter)