Queen Flower

Jiang Lan walked out of the main courtyard with the materials and walked towards Chu Qingcheng's courtyard. It stands to reason that although he is a distinguished guest, he is also a man and should live in the outer courtyard, but he didn't. Jiang Lan didn't understand what was going on, maybe the situation here was different from what was described in The Dream of Red Mansions.

This is the first time she has been to this courtyard. The plaque in front of the courtyard reads "Green House". Before she walked in, an elegant fragrance wafted out. She felt relaxed and happy. There are a lot of bamboos planted in the place, which are lush and green, which makes Jiang Lan feel good. She is used to smelling the faint fragrance of bamboo, and especially likes this kind of comfortable and gentle smell, and she feels peaceful. On the other side are also planted various orchids, some of which have already opened, no wonder there is such a smell in the air, it is the fragrance of orchids and bamboo leaves mixed. There are two kinds of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum here. They add a gentleman's air to the owner of the house. Jiang Lan sighed silently in his heart, but unfortunately the owner and the gentleman don't occupy a little side.

The spring afternoon sun shines warmly on the heavens and the earth. The yard is quiet, and Jiang Lan finds it very strange. Why is it so quiet, shouldn't there be a lot of people and beauties? But now there is no one.

She pushed open the closed door, and the room was quiet and no one was there. She was lucky. Jiang Lan said in her heart that as soon as she put the things away, she would have completed the task without knowing it, and she didn't need to see her face to face. Chu Qingcheng. She was happy, and she didn't want to observe the arrangement of the room. She put things on the table and turned around to leave.

But just as she walked to the door, before she took a step, she heard a lazy voice behind her, "Stop, who allowed you to come in."

Jiang Lan turned to look at the source of the sound, but his feet still stood there and didn't move. I saw that the curtains by the window were separated to reveal a sleeping cave, and there was a red figure lying on it. The man sat up slantingly, his head was covered with blue silk, like a black waterfall, soft and shiny, winding on the couch, lined with red robes, it became more and more black and translucent. His clothes were half open, revealing a piece of white skin, and his collarbone was exquisite and beautiful. He closed his robes and looked up at the door. Half of his face was hidden behind his black hair, and half of his face was as bright as jade, with beautiful phoenix eyes and water waves. Diffuse, smoky.

Even though Jiang Lan was never fascinated by his stunning face, a sleeping beauty who was half asleep and half awake, he could not help but be stunned by this defenseless beauty. This is a pure beauty, clean and clear without impurities. but……

"Ugly bastard, is that you?" The handsome man opened his mouth, and all the paintings were destroyed.

Jiang Lan took a breath. He didn't have the same knowledge as such a person. If he really wanted to say he was beautiful, could his face be comparable to his own? Who knew someone else would sleep behind a curtain? Really neurotic. If I knew earlier that I should put down my things, I would run away regardless, and why would I stop? She lowered her head and replied very respectfully: "My wife ordered the slaves to give the young master the materials for painting. The slaves have no intention of disturbing and please forgive me. The slaves will retire." After speaking, without waiting for him to answer, she wanted to step out with one foot. threshold.

"Stop, did I let you go?" Chu Qingcheng stood up, brushed the hair in front of him, paced to the table, glanced at the painting materials piled up together, and frowned.

"Come here and comb my hair." He sat on a chair with long hair like a waterfall and a small golden ring in his hand.

Jiang Lan didn't move, and continued to answer with lower eyebrows pleasing to the eye: "The servant will not, the servant will immediately go and invite the son's maid to come."

"Is the sound of the piano unpleasant?" he said coldly, sitting still.

Hey, I was overheard, hell, this time I couldn't eat and walked away. Jiang Lan walked towards him slowly, he heard nothing but told Shen Lian, and then her good days were probably over.

"The slaves don't know what the young master is talking about." Jiang Lan stood behind him, and now he can only stubbornly refuse to admit it. If he admits it, there will be endless troubles in the future. She picked up the comb to comb his hair, and only when she got closer did she realize that there was a faint orchid fragrance on the man's body, which was very nice. His hair was soft and smooth, brushed through without any problems, better than the shampoo models on TV. Jiang Lan was a little envious, jealous, and hated. She had to go through golden fingers to have such hair quality.

"Come on." He was a little impatient and put the small golden ring on the table.

Jiang Lan stopped and said with a bit of difficulty: "Slaves really don't know how to comb their hair in a bun." She really couldn't, not to mention men's buns, even women's, she didn't know how to get up in the morning. Just tie it.

Chu Qingcheng looked at her with contempt, "Idiot, how do you act like a maid?"

Jiang Lan put down the comb, stepped aside, and lowered her head, "This slave is a sweeping maid who specializes in garbage disposal."

Chu Qingcheng's face was slightly blue, and without answering, he picked up the comb, combed the bun in three strokes, and put on the golden ring. Jiang Lan took a peek and found that the comb was smooth, without a single burr.

Chu Qingcheng ignored her and spread out the drawing paper on the table. Seeing that he didn't look at her anymore, Jiang Lan silently backed away and wanted to slip out the door. He just took a few steps when he said, "Stand still."

Jiang Lan had no choice but to stand there. He took out the paintbrush on the shelf and stained it with dye, ready to paint. "Although you are ugly, you are a beautiful person, so it's better than nothing."

He actually wanted to use her as a painting, although he said he wanted her to be a model, but Jiang Lan found that he didn't look at her when he painted, but as long as she wanted to move, she would hear his warning. In fact, this is just to keep her standing still to fix her. He is really a man whose heart is smaller than the eye of a needle, and she is angry.

After a long while, he put down the pen, "Come here, wash the pen and sharpen the ink for me."

Jiang Lan moved his stiff body and slowly walked to the table, hey, people had to bow their heads under the eaves. After washing the pen, she began to sharpen the ink again, and while she was grinding, she secretly glanced at the painting on the table. Although Jiang Lan doesn't know how to draw at all, I have to say that he draws really well, and it's really her, dressed in a blue-gray shirt and skirt, curling up, even she herself doesn't know she has such a style Infinite beauty gesture. However, something was amiss. She looked closely and saw that this beauty had no face, or rather, her face was blank and had no facial features.

Jiang Lan couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you have a face?"

Chu Qingcheng leaned on the back of the chair and glanced at her leisurely, "Do you have a face? Can you see people with your face?" His eyes swept her from top to bottom, and finally stopped at hers. On Momo's hands, "It's a pity that you have such a good figure. However, these hands are not bad." He straightened up and took her hand in his hand to examine it.

Jiang Lan scolded her mother in her heart, I'm bashing your lungs, actually saying she's shameless. She was angry in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it on her face. She could only stare fiercely at the hands of the two of them.

Chu Qingcheng didn't look at her face, but looked at their hands carefully.

These are two hands that are equally as white as jade. They are both slender, graceful, and flawless. The hands are clasped together like a white lotus. It was found that the sizes of the two hands were slightly different, one was large and the other was small, and there was an ink dot on the little finger on one side of the small hand, like a bug resting on a lotus.

Chu Qingcheng's hands were slightly cold, but Jiang Lan's hands were warm, but they were both soft and smooth to the touch, one was cool jade and the other was warm jade. The hands were clasped together, the skin was touching, and the slightly cool hand gradually warmed up under the exchange of temperature.

Jiang Lan felt a little uncomfortable, so she wanted to withdraw her hand, but Chu Qingcheng held it tightly. At this time, the difference between men's and women's hands was truly reflected. The big hand held the small hand without breaking free. Although they were all beautiful and unparalleled, the joints of the big hand were clearly strong and strong, but the small hand was weak and boneless, and it was like holding a fish in the hand.

Chu Qingcheng looked at it for a moment, then let go of his hand, "You have a pair of beautiful hands, polish the ink."

Jiang Lan continued to polish the ink, and he inscribed four characters on the five-faced beauty. Jiang Lan felt that if he was sulking again, he would definitely die of suffocation. Anyway, this person has no face and has nothing to do with him.

After Chu Qingcheng finished writing, he glanced at Jiang Lan, who was expressionless, and suddenly smiled.

It was like a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of trees and pears blossomed. Jiang Lan didn't know how to describe the man in front of him. Even if he hated him to death, he still had to admit that he was the most beautiful and cleanest man he had ever seen. Those phoenix eyes swept over with a smile, as if the sky and the earth had changed color, leaving only the veins of light, surrounded by smoke waves, making people addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves.

She remembered what the women said that day, as long as he could look at her, he would be willing to die. That's why in ancient times, there were beacon fire drama princes who only smiled for Bomei people. It makes sense that Chu Qingcheng could fascinate so many people from the Celestial Dynasty.

Jiang Lan put away her mind, fortunately, she is also a beauty, and her ability to resist beauty is good, and in her aesthetics, Xiao Yan is what she admires most. Xiao Yan, why do you think of him again at this time? She felt a little sad in her heart, a sad look flashed across her face, and she returned to indifference.

Chu Qingcheng stopped laughing, looking at the woman in front of him with a little curiosity, he didn't want to see a face that was fascinated by him, just like so many women outside, which made him disgusted. But he never expected to see a faintly sad face, although it just passed away in a flash, could it be said that the smile on his face already makes people want to cry?

Chu Qingcheng shook his head, this is indeed a weird girl.

Jiang Lan lowered his head and continued to retire, "The servant has something to do. If the son is okay, please allow the servant to retire."

Chu Qingcheng looked at the humble woman, lowered her eyebrows to pleasing her eyes, did not even look at herself, lowered her head very low, leaving only a slender and rounded back of her neck, looming between the slightly messy braids.

He waved his hand, "Go ahead."

Jiang Lan retired and went out, but he had no intention of painting anymore.