Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1045
Discussing with the lord, I have been regretting and entangled with this issue.

But it is a sad discovery that he was forced to practice martial arts by his father since he was a child. In his world, there are only martial arts secrets, and he really knows nothing about the secrets of love between men and women.

After being annoyed, I suddenly found out.

That little girl was right, and it was not wrong for my uncle to say that he was inferior to his younger brothers.

He should practice that cheat book well...

Once he made a decision, the fog that had accumulated in Xie Qianhan's heart for several days gradually dissipated, and his sky became clear again.

"Yan Yu, did you receive a letter from your second brother?"

"The eagle of the second son just flew back to Xueshanwu, and was about to report to the master. The horse team left the Misty Valley a few days ago. Princess Wan'er was taken care of by the second son and uncle all the way. Her pulse was stable. From Ouyang country to the border , and the journey was uneventful."

After Yan Yu finished reporting, Xie Qianhan asked.

"that's it?"

Yan Yu: "That's right, that's all."

Xie Qianhan looked disappointed: "Second brother didn't mention the rest of the cavalry."

"No, master, why did Second Young Master mention the rest of the cavalry?"

Yan Yu was very puzzled, seeing Xie Qianhan's eyes were a bit cold, and hurriedly handed the letter to him.

"Master, just read this letter and you will know that what this subordinate said is true."

Xie Qianhan skimmed through the letter in a hurry, but sure enough, the word Liang Yi was not found in the letter, and the second brother didn't mention a word about that little girl at all.

He suddenly felt empty in his heart, twisted the letter paper, and planned to throw it into the lotus pond casually.

Suddenly, I found that there was ink on the back of the letter.

Unrolling the crumpled paper, it shows the scenery of Misty Valley, and the petite person sitting on the big rock beside the waterfall watching the scenery is the shadow of Liangyi.

Xie Qianhan unfolded the letter, spread it on the table, and read it carefully.

I also felt that the paper was crumpled, how could it not be restored to its original state.

This made me very uncomfortable, so I simply picked up the brush, ink it, and moved the painting to the large rice paper facing the picture of the waterfall.

The sons of Xueshanwu are all very good at drawing, and soon, the little girl lying on her knees in a daze appeared vividly on the paper.

After finishing the painting, Xie Qianhan looked at the petite figure in the painting and felt distressed.

Because he imitated the artistic conception of his second brother, he found that the melancholy of the people in his paintings also became bigger and deeper with the size of the painting paper.

Xie Qianhan's big and strong palm rubbed the delicate little face on the painting, and murmured in distress.

"Little girl!"

Yan Yu, who was guarding the door, saw it, and felt it was more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

Because of the master's expression, like an iceberg melting, there is a touch of softness in the expression, and there is a little bit of pampering.

Yan Yu was a little mentally disturbed, how could this expression appear on her master?

Especially when he saw his fingertips gently rubbing the painting, the picture was so magical that Yan Yu felt a little dizzy.

"Flame Feather!"

Yan Yu woke up from the dizziness: "What is the master's order?"

"Frame this painting for my son."

Xie Qianhan thought for a while, and pointed to the most conspicuous place in the study: "After the frame is finished, let's hang it here!"

Yan Yu was mounting a painting beside her, and saw her master painting on rice paper again, this time the painting was of the valleys, palaces, and the lake as clear as a pearl in Xueshanwu.

Yan Yu was curious: "Master, what is painting Xueshanwu doing?"

"Return a letter to my second brother!"

Yan Yu then witnessed that his master added a few strokes on the eaves, and there was a figure of a beautiful man in the landscape painting. His silver hair reflected a faint silver light in the sunlight.

(End of this chapter)