Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 62 Painting
As the person involved, Ling Youyao didn't know that she was caught in an unknown turmoil, and she was still happily preparing for the reopening tomorrow.

"Princess, everything is ready, will you go tomorrow?" Lu Bao asked while arranging things.

"No," Ling Youyao said, "Leave these matters to Lu Sheng."

Her current status is inappropriate to appear on such an occasion. If others find out, she will inevitably be criticized, so it is better not to go.

At this time, Yin Zhu hurried in from the door, and said solemnly: "Princess, the prince is back."

Ling Youyao looked at her inexplicably: "I came back when I came back, why are you so nervous?"

"Maybe something really happened this time," Yin Zhu frowned and said, "This servant saw the terribly gloomy face of the prince, and the robe was stained with blood."

Before she could finish speaking, Ling Youyao stood up with a bang and walked outside.

The clothes were stained with blood, either a murder or an injury, but according to Fu Mingjue's temperament, there was only the first possibility.

"Princess, where are you going?" Lu Bao asked after chasing after her.

"Go to the main courtyard and have a look."

Perhaps because it has been a long time since he heard the news of Fu Mingjue drawing his sword and slashing people, Ling Youyao almost forgot his true nature.

The main courtyard was deserted, and there was not even a single servant, and the peach tree in the courtyard was also withering day by day under the autumn wind.As soon as I arrived at the study, I caught a glimpse of the familiar figure from the window hanging his head and painting in front of the desk.

Ling Youyao was puzzled: It's not that you are in a bad mood, why do you still have the time to paint?

Fu Mingjue seemed to have noticed her gaze, and looked up at her. The moment his gaze touched her, excitement suddenly surged in his plain eyes, like a prey falling into a trap.

Ling Youyao's heart trembled, and she suddenly felt a little timid, but she couldn't escape.

"Since you're here, come in."

After courageously entering the study, Ling Youyao discovered that the person in Fu Mingjue's painting was her
The young man lowered his brows and eyes, his exquisite facial features were as frosty as snowy, and he was dressed in a black robe that made his complexion like jade. His slender fingers were holding a pen to paint the painting, with a serious expression.

When he made the last stroke, he suddenly raised his head and asked Ling Youyao with a smile: "Where do you think this cinnabar should be placed?"

Ling Youyao said awkwardly: "Your Majesty, as long as you like it, I don't know how to paint."

This man laughed scarier than not smiling.

Fu Mingjue played with the paintbrush, stared at the painter for a while, and murmured: "I don't think it's good to put this brush anywhere."

As he spoke, he grabbed Ling Youyao's wrist and pulled her into his arms. His warm breath fell into her ears, and his voice was hoarse: "No matter how good the painting is, it is fake after all. How can it compare to you?"

Ling Youyao was a little confused, such an ambiguous tone almost made her sink.

Fu Mingjue held her face in his hands, looked at it carefully, held the pen with his right hand, and put it at the end of her eyes: "This king thinks that the last pen should be here."

"You" Ling Youyao tried to struggle, but in the next second, someone strangled her neck.

"Don't move around, if the painting is ugly, don't blame me."

Fu Mingjue's voice was deep and soft, and there was a touch of tenderness at the end of his eyes. If it wasn't for Xiaoming being pinched in his hands at the moment, Ling Youyao really thought that the two of them were falling in love.

"My lord, can you stop painting on my face?" This gesture is somewhat intimate.

Fu Mingjue paused and readily agreed.

When Ling Youyao was lamenting that today's Fu Mingjue was especially eloquent, her body suddenly lightened, and she was carried onto the desk.

What is this for?
"This king once saw a human leather fan in the palace. The plum blossoms on it were as bright as blood. At that time, this king was very curious. What kind of color can it be so gorgeous?"

Fu Mingjue's warm fingertips caressed the side of her neck, the delicate and soft skin was like a budding stamen, which made people linger.

He asked, "Guess how the petals were painted?"

The numbness from her skin made Ling Youyao shudder slightly, she turned her head away: "I don't know."

"It's okay if I don't know, I'll tell you," Fu Mingjue said softly, "I heard that the human skin was taken from a court lady. The painter happened to pass by and thought the skin was very beautiful, so he cut it off, and then dotted a few stamens on it, and it became Ling Han's plum blossom."

After hearing this, Ling Youyao felt a chill, the painter is a pervert, and Fu Mingjue is also a pervert!
Fu Mingjue felt her gnashing of teeth, a slight smile appeared on his lips, he put his fingers into his collar, and said in a low voice, "My painting was taught by my father, and I'm sure I can't draw worse than him."

Ling Youyao was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, her clothes were pulled away, exposing her round shoulders to the cool air.

"What do you want to do?" She wanted to pull up her clothes angrily, but her hands were restrained.

Fu Mingjue leaned down, pressed her against the desk, kissed the corners of her eyes tenderly, and said, "If this king can't draw well, he will keep on drawing, so...you have to be obedient."

"You" are shameless!
Ling Youyao was ashamed and angry, but she couldn't do anything to him, she could only scold him a thousand times in her heart.

The slightly wet pen tip landed on her shoulder, and the delicate red and snow-white skin collided with each other. The strong visual impact made Fu Mingjue's pupils deepen.He raised his hand to hold Ling Youyao's slightly trembling shoulders, and said in an extremely suppressed voice, "Don't move."

Ling Youyao glared at him and clenched her skirt tightly. This man is really too much!

Sensing the look in her eyes, Fu Mingjue smiled and asked back: "Do you think this king is too much?"

"No." Ling Youyao quickly denied it, feeling weird in her heart, could this person really have mind reading skills?

Fu Mingjue stopped writing, looked at her beautiful and delicate face, and suddenly felt evil in his heart, saying: "Just one plum blossom is too monotonous, I think we should add a few more plum blossoms."

Ling Youyao didn't have time to react, and the only remaining cover was removed, and the light green upper garment bloomed under her body like a butterfly about to fly, and the beauty picture had already slid to the ground.

"Fu Mingjue!" Ling Youyao gritted her teeth and stared at him, she was so ashamed and indignant that she was in this kind of place and in such a posture, what did he think of her? !
"Why so loud? I'm not deaf." He wasn't angry at all, but carefully outlined the shape of each plum blossom.

Ling Youyao was extremely angry, but she couldn't move her hands, so she could only express her anger silently.

The plum blossoms bloomed under Fu Mingjue's pen, and when he caught a glimpse of the blush that was even more heart-stirring than the plum blossoms, he held his breath, and almost without thinking, he lowered his head and kissed it.

The unfamiliar touch made Ling Youyao couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and she resisted tremblingly: "You, what are you doing? Let go!"

Fu Mingjue's black eyes were deep and dark, and his tone was paranoid and domineering: "Let go? This king will never let go in this life."

　It's just drawing, everyone, don't get excited, keep calm

　　
　
(End of this chapter)