Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

"Don't look any more. I'm already optimistic about this painting. It's just ordinary." Xiao Moxuan said again carelessly.

"Hey, you..." Meng Xiaoxiao wanted to say why you don't have any appreciation level. She held back and turned to Xiao Fei: "Xiao Fei, come and see, do I draw well?"

Xiao Fei went to the painting and looked at it carefully. He said with appreciation: "princess, you paint very well. It's more beautiful than Gardenia herself."

At this time, gardenia also ran over: "show me, let me see how the young lady drew me?"

Meng Xiaoxiao gave up her position and asked Gardenia to stand in front of the painting and enjoy her own beautiful shadow.

After only one look, gardenia immediately shouted excitedly, "Wow, miss, I like it very much. You are so powerful that you draw me so beautiful."

"Ha ha, you are beautiful yourself. I am a true portrait." Meng Xiaoxiao smiled and turned his head at the same time. He glanced at Xiao Moxuan proudly and sarcastically, as if to say that if you see it differently, people say it's good.

Xiao Moxuan understood Meng Xiaoxiao's provocative eyes. He smiled and bent his lips, understated and said, "why don't I draw one for them to see? Who does it well?"

Meng Xiaoxiao didn't expect that Xiao Moxuan would have such a proposal to PK her on the spot, but she was naturally unwilling to admit defeat. Besides, she was quite confident in her unexpected painting skills.

Then he raised his eyebrows and smiled. He put on a look of who is afraid of who. You can come over and say, "OK, Lord, you can draw one for me to see. Let Xiao Fei and zhi'er be the judges."

After that, Meng Xiaoxiao said to Gardenia again, "gardenia, go and stand there for a while and ask the Lord to draw one for you."

"Miss..." gardenia was shy and refused to go. Although I think it's a great honor for the Lord to paint a picture of himself, how nice is it?

Meng Xiaoxiao is going to do another job for zhier to let her put down her ideological burden and volunteer to be a model again.

But Xiao Moxuan said slowly: "I've painted gardenia. I'll paint you."

"Draw me?" Meng Xiaoxiao was stunned. She didn't think of it.

The black heart Lord even offered to draw a portrait for her, which surprised her and surprised her.

"Miss, go over there and ask the Lord to draw a picture for you. Didn't you just want someone to draw a picture for you?" Gardenia breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that she didn't have to stand there nervously and let the Lord draw according to her appearance.

"Oh, OK, I'll be a model this time." Meng Xiaoxiao responded, promised boldly, and was ready to go to the snowman.

"Take this." Xiao Moxuan called Meng Xiaoxiao, handed the oil paper umbrella she was holding to her hand, and said with a little ridicule: "don't wear so little. Don't get snowy on your head and face. You'll get sick when you turn back, but you can't play anything."

Meng Xiaoxiao was slightly stunned again and looked up at Xiao Moxuan. Xiao Moxuan was looking at her with his eyes half closed.

She felt that she had an illusion. How could she feel a little concern and pity in her cold and deep eyes?

As if he was really concerned about himself. But... How is it possible? How can such a cold and playful man really care about himself? You must have read it wrong.

Holding an antique oil paper umbrella in his hand is a good prop.

Meng Xiaoxiao went to the big snowman they had piled up, half leaned against the snowman, held an umbrella in one hand and long hair in the other hand, and soon made a charming and vivid photo action.

After all, she is a trendy girl who has passed through modern times. She stands there, showing flexibility and fashion when she raises her hands and throws. She looks much more charming than Gardenia's rigid and uneasy appearance just now.

Xiao Moxuan looked at the enchanting and moving woman against the white snowflakes all over the sky. Her inspiration was like a surging spring.

He took the pen from Xiao Fei's hand, and the black ink was flying on the white paper. He almost finished it at one go. In a moment, he drew a lifelike picture of a lady. The movement is much faster than when Meng Xiaoxiao painted Gardenia just now.

Gardenia, who stood by and looked at Xiao Moxuan's painting, tutted and exclaimed, "Lord, you draw a lady like a fairy."

Xiao Moxuan put his pen on the inkstone and raised his eyes to greet Meng Xiaoxiao: "come and have a look. Which one is better?"

Meng Xiaoxiao came over to have a look, and his heart was also secretly amazed. This man is so strange and difficult on weekdays, but he didn't expect to have such a good foundation of painting and paint himself such a beautiful image.

In good conscience, he did draw better than himself. When the two paintings are put together, his painting skills and skills are obviously better.

"Oh, my Lord, compared with you, my painting is really only average. I am convinced." Meng Xiao smiled smartly and said boldly.

She is a frank and natural girl. Since she thinks she has lost, she will accept it frankly and will never be stubborn and reckless.

Then she wanted to take the picture off the easel and put it away by herself.

But unexpectedly, Xiao Moxuan took down the painting faster than her, held it in his hand at will and smiled: "since it was painted by Wang, of course, Wang will take it back."

"But it's me on this painting." Meng Xiaoxiao was stunned, provoked Xiumei and said, "I want it too."

"You want to draw another one in front of the mirror." Xiao Moxuan slightly bent his lips and smiled: "it's getting late. Go back and tidy up quickly. I'll wait for you in the flower hall."

After that, Xiao Moxuan turned and left, but he took a few steps and turned around: "don't wear too little on such a cold day. You should suffer if you catch cold."

"Oh." Meng Xiaoxiao agreed dully. He always thought that it was rare to have such a handmade portrait of himself. It was so good that he kept it. Why should he put it there? However, he just didn't give it, and there was nothing he could do.

Xiao Fei quickly handed the inkstone in his hand to zhi'er: "I'll go first. I'll come to you early in the evening." then he smiled politely at Meng Xiaoxiao and followed Xiao Moxuan away.

Meng Xiaoxiao took Gardenia back to ziyuyuan, opened the wardrobe and turned around, ready to choose a chic dress to wear at night. We should not only attract attention, but also fall into the stereotype.

It seems that she didn't choose one she was satisfied with.

Although these clothes and skirts are beautiful enough, there is no saying to wear them at ordinary times. However, it is obviously not enough to achieve the eye-catching and amazing effect of the whole audience at this feast of beautiful women and flowers tonight.