Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

At this time, Meng Xiaoxiao's mind suddenly emerged her sister-in-law Su Ying's stunning face.

Somehow, she always felt that if Su Ying's face was put into this painting, it would be very suitable and perfect

Meng Xiaoxiao was thinking about the picture and suddenly heard a cold and impatient voice: "what are you doing?"

She raised her eyes and saw Xiao Moxuan come in with an unhappy face.

"Lord, I'm cleaning up my study." Meng Xiaoxiao quickly raised the rag in his hand and smiled at Xiao Moxuan.

Xiao Moxuan looked at the desk organized by Meng Xiaoxiao and said nothing.

Then his eyes fell on the picture Meng Xiaoxiao was looking at. The thick black sword eyebrow could not help twisting into a knot: "remember not to touch the king's things in the future."

"Wang Ye, you draw very well, but why don't you finish?" Meng Xiaoxiao smiled again.

This sentence was half sincere and half to please Xiao Moxuan. Anyway, it must be right to say more good words to him.

"The painting can't be finished..." Xiao Moxuan said dully, reaching out to roll up the painting.

"Why can't the painting be finished? Lord, the woman in the painting has begun to take shape. Just touch it up and add a few finishing touches. It's a very beautiful painting." Meng Xiaoxiao said kindly.

"Don't want to draw..." Xiao Moxuan gently spit out four words and sat down on the sandalwood chair in front of the table. The whole person looked very tired.

"Lord, why don't I help you finish this painting and keep it to your satisfaction." Meng Xiaoxiao said with an idea. She was really very attentive to Xiao Moxuan at this time, just because she wanted to return to the general's house smoothly tomorrow.

"Oh? Do you want to finish this painting?" Xiao Moxuan raised his eyes and looked at Meng Xiaoxiao. There seemed to be a trace of interest in his eyes.

"Yes, my Lord, my painting is also very good. Let me try. I can draw a stunning beauty for the Lord." Meng Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

"Then you can show me the painting." Xiao Moxuan slightly hooked the lip corner, unfolded the rolled up painting and put it in front of Meng Xiaoxiao: "if the painting can satisfy me, you don't have to work today."

"Lord, I'm willing to work. If I draw well, can Lord promise me something else?" Meng Xiaoxiao said quickly.

She thought in her heart that it was rare for the black hearted prince to speak gently to her at this time. It's better to take the opportunity to tell him about going home tomorrow.

"No! Meng Xiaoxiao, if you want to paint quickly, don't think about asking too much!" Xiao Moxuan said coldly.

He didn't even listen to what Meng Xiaoxiao wanted to say, so he flatly refused.

"My Lord, my request is reasonable and reasonable." Meng Xiaoxiao was anxious and angry, and his big black and white eyes flashed at Xiao Moxuan.

"You draw first." Xiao Moxuan didn't look at Meng Xiaoxiao again. His eyes fell far out of the window. His handsome face was bleak, and his expression suddenly became so lonely.

Meng Xiaoxiao stopped talking. She took a pen from the pen holder on the table, dipped it in ink, leaned down and began to draw seriously.

She is completely based on Su Ying's image as a model. While thinking about Su Ying's beautiful face, she writes and draws it quickly. A beautiful and moving woman jumps onto the paper.

After the last stroke, Meng Xiaoxiao looked at his work again and felt very satisfied.

She herself inherited the transcendent talent of the original Meng Xiaoxiao. At the moment, she painted with extra care, so she painted Su Ying's vivid beauty incisively and vividly, not to mention the portrait, at least seven or eight charm.

"Lord, you see, my painting is good." Meng Xiaoxiao put down his pen, put the end of the painting right in front of Xiao Moxuan, and said with a little pride.

Xiao Moxuan didn't pay much attention to Meng Xiaoxiao's painting. He kept staring out of the window.

Hearing Meng Xiaoxiao's words, he withdrew his drifting mind and cast his eyes on the painting in front of him.

After only one look, Xiao Moxuan's face changed. He stood up and stared at Meng Xiaoxiao almost grimly: "who asked you to draw like this

"No one... I wanted to draw like this, Lord. Am I not good?" Meng Xiaoxiao didn't expect that he would suddenly become so vicious. He couldn't help but step back and stammer.

"Not good! Not good! Your painting is not good at all! Meng Xiaoxiao, I warn you, never challenge the king's bottom line!" Xiao Moxuan roared, with a biting flame burning in his eyes, completely losing his former calm and calm.

He grabbed the picture on the table and seemed to want to tear it off.

However, he couldn't help looking at him again. The man in the picture was looking at him calmly. The light and shallow eyes, such as moonlight and breeze, were so gentle and beautiful that they suddenly knocked into the depths of his heart

Xiao Moxuan's hand stopped powerlessly, and his people sat down powerlessly and leaned against the soft chair behind him.

The face in the picture and the woman in the picture had never been erased from his memory for a moment. However, he never had the courage to draw her completely.

Whenever I mention the pen, I unconsciously outline this slim and beautiful figure, but... He can't draw, he can't draw, this haunted and heartbroken face.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xiaoxiao helped him finish the painting easily today. Moreover, the painting was so lifelike that it was similar in form and spirit, as if Su Ying was really standing in front of him.

Although he hated her, he felt that every time he thought of her, he wanted to grab her and crush her, but why now? But he was reluctant to tear up the picture with her shadow

Meng Xiaoxiao saw that Xiao Moxuan first wanted to tear up the complete painting she made up like a raging lion, but then calmed down again, carefully flattened the whole painting, looked at it attentively, and seemed to forget everything around.

She breathed a sigh of relief at the bottom of her heart and thought to herself that the ancient Lord Huahua was really not generally difficult. A painting can annoy him like he wants to eat people, and now he suddenly becomes so quiet. It's a neurotic patient rarely seen in a thousand years.

Meng Xiaoxiao was a bit ironic for a moment. To tell the truth, Xiao Moxuan's angry look just now really startled her. Fortunately, the madman seems to be back to normal now. Looking at his expression, I should still appreciate the painting.