Her Heartless Evil Man

I decided not to pay attention to him. He can say what he likes and do what he likes. Everything has nothing to do with me.

"I hear your painting is excellent, isn't it?"

"I looked down at my book.

"Did you play the piano last night? It sounds good." he continued with perseverance.

"..." I kicked the grass on the ground and read the story in my book comfortably. I thought he was transparent.

"The fence seems to be a prison. Yunqi'er has locked himself in the cell by himself." he didn't give up looking for words.

"..." I scolded to myself. What a thick skinned man. He won't go if people ignore him. I don't know who it is. I'm not ashamed.

If he doesn't go, I'll go.

I'm gone. I see what he wants. He can't follow up my yurt.

I guess he probably didn't have the courage. It must be clear that I was also the princess of turdan.

I just stood up and he pressed me on the board of the swing.

The power in his hand was neither heavy nor light. It just circled me on the swing. I struggled and wanted to get away, but I couldn't match his strength.

"Ruoqing, go and ask the bodyguard to drive the madman away." I shouted to ruoqing not far away. But where is the bodyguard? Why is there no bodyguard in my sight.

I watched ruoqing go and call. I pity my yurt. At the moment, I don't even have a guard. No wonder he came in blatantly.

He suddenly swung my swing high.

I quickly grabbed the rope in my hand, stabilized my body and didn't let myself fall.

"Put me down," I yelled at him in mid air. A little angry.

"Hehe, I'm finally willing to talk, but I'll punish you." he said, throwing it up again before I swing down.

That height made me dizzy. I forbeared and was a little stubborn. I ignored him and swung with him. I closed my eyes and naturally stopped when he swung enough.

No matter how bad it is, the bodyguard is always called by ruoqing.

Then, when there was darkness in my eyes, I heard a familiar voice: "Yun Qi'er, is this how you treat your wind cold?"

I listened to the voice, turdan, he's coming.

Then accidentally, I fell down from a high place, and the grass will not be soft again. God, I will lie in my yurt for ten days and a half months.

My heart is a little empty. I closed my eyes and waited for the moment of kissing with the grass. There was a deep pain. My tongue injury is not completely good. Compared with the experience in Ha Dajin, I am not afraid of such a fall to the ground.

In mid air, I heard ruoqing and tanaren screaming. Is it very high? I don't care. Even if I break my leg, it doesn't matter. In that way, I can be quiet again.

But can I be quiet from now on? There is a man behind me now. To be exact, he is a strange man, and he also pushes me on the swing. This man makes me speechless.

I waited for the pain. The wind blew in my ears. My body seemed to touch something, but it was not a cold grass.

A warm embrace, familiar grass fragrance rippling into the nose, he is turdan.

I struggled slightly and wanted to return to my steadfast land from the seemingly nihilistic embrace, but his arms became tighter and tighter, as if holding a baby.

My nerves collapsed tightly. I looked up at him and whispered in Mongolian I had learned recently: "look at a lot of people, let me go."

He ignored me and didn't put me down. He still held me tightly. He said to the man behind the swing: "Timur, e Niang is calling you. Don't come here again in the future." his voice was a little spoiled. Turdan didn't blame the man behind me for his abruptness to me.

"Brother Wang, sister-in-law, everything is fresh here. I'll come often in the future."

I'm a little relieved to listen to Timur's words. If he doesn't put me on the cusp of the storm, otherwise, my life will not be easy. Hadaqin's two days and nights have made turdan have a grudge against me.

Sister in law, I like his name. This is the name of Da Zhou. He learned it and called me. It's as kind as the name of an ordinary farmhouse. It reminds me of the ordinary and free life of working at sunrise and returning at sunset.

Those, let me want to go.

"Timur." thurdan's voice paused, and even a smell of gunpowder could be heard in that voice.

"Brother Wang, I'll come back another day. Ha ha." I heard Timur's naughty voice disappearing into the air.

It was quiet, and all around it began to be quiet. In the silence, I even heard the breathing of the maid not far from me.

So, in full view of the public, turdan took me step by step to my yurt.

"Put me down." I want to go by myself. I don't want him to arouse people's suspicion again after many days of ignoring me.

To tell the truth, I don't care much about everything about him. I want to open my future in these six days. I just want to walk through every day of my life calmly, just like the clouds. Being carefree is what I want to live.

The maid opened the curtain and he walked in with me. He used to live here the night before his wedding. That night, he came and walked silently, which made me wonder his heart.

He put me on the bed and lay down. "If I'm not well, I don't go out on the swing and the wind is blowing. That's not good."

I was flattered by his concern. I didn't understand him more and more. For a moment, it was like letting me live and die, and for a moment, it was warm and soft. I couldn't adapt to such extreme changes.

"My injury is no longer a big problem." I admitted that pretending to be ill for too long will make people suspicious.

He looked at my layout and changed a lot. I know it's almost like Luoxuan Pavilion. This is the result of leisure. My yurt is divided into four rooms by me with a screen, including bedroom, dressing and bathing, and one is my study and then the living room.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of internal organs.

"It seems that yunqi'er is really happy these days." he smiled, grabbed my hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, which made my face panic.

"Big sweat, take you to see the painting." I broke away his hand for fear that he would find me embarrassed by his kiss. I took his hand and walked to my study.

His silent backhand held my hand in his palm. "What picture? Where?"

"Study." I showed him around my study. Many books were placed in four or five rows on the table. I brought them from Lou's house. Many books were sent to me by Li'an. Suddenly thinking of him, I found that I have lost his whereabouts these days, and I don't know whether he has returned to Dazhou.

There are two paintings lying quietly on the table. I always draw according to my feelings. I can draw whatever I want. I just painted these two pictures these days. One is empress e Niang, while the other is imperial concubine Qin. The pen of memory has no real person as a reference. Just draw it casually, as long as it is similar.

He looked carefully. When his eyes stayed on Qin Fei's painting, I glanced at him. I saw a stunned look in his eyes, and then the eyebrows frowned. I don't understand what he means, but I just want to draw Qin imperial concubine to show him.

He likes Qin Fei very much, right? I know. That's why he went to Qin Fei on my wedding night.

"Yun Qi'er, you draw e Niang and Qin wa. Why don't you have me?" his name is Qin wa. It's so kind. I remember he called it on the day of his wedding.

"Yun Qi'er was ill. Qin Fei was the first to come to see me. Therefore, Yun Qi'er treated Qin Fei like a sister, so he painted this picture. As for the of sweating, Yun Qi'er had already prepared to draw in the past two days. Who knows, the sweating will come."

"Who are you going to give this painting to?" he asked me with a smile, pointing to the two paintings.

I actually want to send qinwa. I was stunned by his question. I smiled and said, "yunqi'er wanted to draw two, one to send sweat, the other to send qinwa, but yunqi'er hasn't had time to draw again."

He smiled, took it in his hand and said, "then these two will be sent to the king."

"OK." I answered, with a slight pain in my heart. I turned my head and said to ruoqing, "ruoqing, wrap it up and send it to the Khan's account."

"Yun Qi'er's painting is getting better and better. He looks very lifelike. It's better to pick up the sun than hit the sun. Let's paint for Wang today."

"OK. Yun Qi'er is painting now, and I'm here to send a big sweat." I blessed him and asked me to draw, so I'll draw and just send him away.

"Do you want me to go so much?" he suddenly raised my chin. The burning breath is fumigating my skin, and the feeling of slight heat is coming to me.

I looked at him faintly, "painting needs time, quiet and concentrated thinking. Yun Qi'er is afraid of delaying the national affairs of great sweat."

"I want you to make my painting very like, so Wang himself came to be the model."

I didn't think he should make such a decision, so I said to him, "OK." then I'll draw three days. These three days will make him too bored to run. I thought so and smiled secretly in my heart.

Smile, although in the heart, but very brilliant.

He really stayed and asked me to make paintings for him. The Chamberlain took several sets of robes. I asked him to try them on one by one. Then I chose a red robe. He was noble and powerful to wear on his body.

Then, I looked at his serious look on the chair, and my heart was laughing.

It turns out that he also has lovely places.

Like a child, it's just a picture. I'm actually very serious.

He is serious, so I am serious. I can't be cold and hot at the same time, disturbing two hearts. More chaotic.

I unfolded the snow-white Xuan paper, paved it on the table, stared at him, wanted to see him into the bone marrow, and then the painting would be realistic.