Her Heartless Evil Man

Time flows like sand in your fingers.

For three days, in addition to painting, I paradoxically shuttled around the prime minister's residence every day, rockeries, ponds, woods

I always wanted to find out the news of Li'an inadvertently, but it backfired. Everything in the house was as usual, and there was no trace of panic. The ninth lady hid the matter of Li'an very carefully, as if she didn't want too many people to know.

I've finished nine points of Mrs. nine's painting, and it's almost over. Five points of my mind is on the painting, and five points of my mind is left to my own worries.

So I wasn't satisfied with the painting. I didn't give it to Mrs. 9 for three days. I had to draw the finishing touch carefully. I decided to go to the beautiful silk Pavilion and hand it to Mrs. 9 tomorrow.

Finally, the painting was finished. Looking at the ninth lady in the painting, her cloud temples were towering, and her fat like skin was more enviable. It was even more difficult to reflect the jade like skin color in the painting. I adjusted the color all day before I adjusted the color.

Mrs. 9 was born in zarut prairie. She has the heroism and bravery of grassland people, as well as the charm and beauty of women. It is inevitable to get her father's favor. I never doubt her charm. Only looking at her paintings has fascinated people. She herself has the ability to reverse all living beings. It is natural. If she was born a man, maybe it is the style of the king. Unfortunately, her gender is wrong.

Finally, it's changed. I've lost a circle. I can't eat because of worry. I can't blame anyone, but my own too much love. Lian, I'm still thinking about him all the time.

Go to see Mrs. nine. This time, I must get his news.

After mounting the painting, I was satisfied. I changed into a moon white dress, tied a white ribbon, put my hair behind my head, went out of the door and went to the beautiful silk Pavilion.

"Wait a minute, miss. You haven't recovered yet."

Yes, I poured the medicine several times. She didn't see it. She thought I had taken it all and that the medicine was useless.

I laugh, but I don't want to get better. You see, my illness has blocked several courtship affairs.

If he comes back, he must say that I don't cherish my body.

Bitter and astringent, the recent days are particularly difficult, and every minute is as unbearable as a century.

He broke a piece of grass and fiddled with it between his fingers to cover up his annoyance. The closer he was to the beautiful silk Pavilion, the more his heart jumped. Lian, are you okay?

I never thought that my longing for him was so real that it seemed to rise but not retreat.

Perhaps, this is love, I don't understand, but the strange feeling makes me more persistent.

"Yun Qi'er is coming. Hurry in." is the greeting voice of Mrs. nine.

"Let madam wait for a hurry. I've been dragging on for a day. I'm really out of breath." I gasped steadily and made a gift to Mrs. nine.

"No problem. My family won't come until tomorrow. I'll draw it today. It's a day early."

"I didn't give it to Mrs. 9 because I thought it was bad. Yesterday, I made a good color. Mrs. 9 has a look. It's feasible." I humbly handed over the painting. I just want Mrs. 9 to like it.

The green fingers spread out the painting, and a picture of beauty was displayed in front of everyone. Looking at everyone's reflection, I already know the result.

"Yun Qi'er's hands are really superb. Look at the celestial figures I painted. I'm not as beautiful as they are." I saw the joy on my face. I knew it clearly in my eyes. Mrs. 9 liked this painting very much.