You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 78 Night Painting
The drizzle gradually subsided, insects chirped, frogs sounded, the moon gradually poked its head out from the clouds, and the breeze blew away the heat and humidity of the past few days.

In Yufu Garden, Nian Xia wrung Wen Qing'er's wet hair after bathing, lit a small charcoal basin, picked up Wen Qing'er's hair and dried it carefully.

Seeing Wen Qinger twisting and looking at the earrings she brought back today under the lamp, Nian Xia smiled and said: "The princess is really kind to the girl, and she is giving away the painting album and the pendant. The servants of the painting album can't tell Good or bad, but this earring is a rare treasure in the eyes of slaves."

"That's right, Sister Ah Si is easy to get along with and treats people very well."

Ayu treated me very well, Wen Qinger said in her heart.

"Turn back and give Ah Si the little bow brought by my uncle in the storeroom. I see that Ah Si is lively and active, and has some martial arts skills, so it suits her."

This small bow is made of high-quality ox horn, and it is equipped with ten peacock feather arrows. It is not like the kind used by men, it is specially made for the daughter's family to play with.

However, Wen Qing'er was so weak that she couldn't pull it away at all. Instead, she left red marks on her hands and kept them in the small warehouse to eat ashes. It was just right to give it to Ah Si.

Nian Xia agreed, and tomorrow he will pack up the little bow, wrap it up and send it to the princess.

Wen Qing'er carefully put the earrings in her hand into the jewelry box, resting her chin with both hands, wondering what gift to give Ying Yu in return.

Ying Yu set off in three days and did not know when she would be back.

Thinking of Ying Yu calling her Qingqing and holding an umbrella for her next to her, Wen Qing'er blushed quietly again.

Afraid that Nian Xia would notice the clues, seeing that the hair was almost done, he told Nian Xia to go back and rest quickly.

Now that he was not sleepy anymore, he spread paper on the table, and took out the lonely copy and placed it on it to imitate. Master He's paintings are hard to find comparable to them.

But as he was painting, he thought of the startling glimpse when he saw Ying Yu today.

The white military robe with gold trim outlines Ying Yu's muscular figure, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and slender legs.

There is no crown on the hair, only half tied with crow-blue brocade, and the rest is scattered behind the back, stained with tiny raindrops.

Her phoenix eyes were piercing, and her eyes were slightly tinged with a drunken blush, less serious and sharp than usual, but more wanton and uninhibited.

When Wen Qing'er came back to her senses, the painting under her hands had been completed, and Ying Yu's image was vividly drawn on the paper, even the smile on her lips was perfectly drawn.

Wen Qing'er covered Ying Yu's face in embarrassment, cursing herself inwardly for being shameless, but she still couldn't help raising her palm to look at Ying Yu.

Gently caressing Ying Yu's face with his fingers, he murmured: "You, you, why do you always get into my heart and run into my dreams?"

I'm afraid that the little maids will come to urge you to take a rest soon, this painting can't be seen by others, so I should destroy it quickly.

Wen Qinger folded the painting a few times, and brought a corner of the painting close to the candlestick, only to see that the corner of the painting just started to scorched and blackened, Wen Qinger regretted it.

Hastily removed the painting from the candlelight, blew out the burning point, but a corner of the folded painting was still burned, Wen Qinger hurriedly opened the painting to have a look.

"Huh—" Wen Qing'er let out a long sigh of relief, it's okay, it's just that the surrounding area was burnt, and Ying Yu in the middle is still fine.

On weekdays, Xichun and the others are often sweeping, and it must not be placed on the bright side, and the box is not suitable, so after deliberation, they had to clip the paintings to the books on the table.

The books on the case are all Wen Qinger often reads, and she arranges them by herself on weekdays, and others don't move much, pressing the books with the paintings on the bottom, Wen Qinger is relieved.

(End of this chapter)