Time Travelling Princess

"You don't have to look at it any more. This painting is just ordinary." Minghaoxuan said again carelessly.

"Ah, you man..." Ling Yaoyao wants to say why you don't have a little appreciation. She refrained and turned her head and called to Mingfei: "Mingfei, look, do I draw well?"

Mingfei went to the painting and looked at it carefully. He said with admiration: "princess, you are very good at painting. You are even more beautiful than Lianbao."

At this time, Lianbao also ran over: "show me, let me see how miss draws me?"

Ling Yaoyao gave up her position and let Lianbao stand in front of the painting to enjoy her own beautiful shadow.

After only one glance, Lianbao immediately exclaimed, "Wow, miss, I like it so much. You are so wonderful that you make me so beautiful."

"Ha ha, it's you who are beautiful. I'm a true portrait." Ling Yaoyao smiles a little, at the same time, she turns her head, and glances at minghaoxuan complacently and sarcastically. She seems to be saying that you see things differently, and they all agree.

Minghaoxuan understood lingyao's provocative look. He bent his lips and said in a light way: "it's better for me to draw a picture, let them have a look, who can draw it well?"

Ling Yaoyao didn't expect that Ming haoxuan would have such a proposal to PK with her on the spot. However, she was not willing to admit defeat by nature. Besides, she was quite confident in her unexpected painting skills.

At the moment, he raised his eyebrows and laughed. He put out a tone of "who is afraid of whom?" you can put your horse to me: "OK, then you can draw one for me to see, and let Mingfei and Lianbao be judges."

After that, Ling Yaoyao said to Lianbao, "Lianbao, you can go there and stand for a while, and let the Lord draw you a picture."

"Miss..." Lian Bao's face was bashful and reluctant to go. Although I think it's a great honor for the king to paint himself, how can you be so kind?

Ling Yaoyao is going to give Lianbao another job, let her put down the ideological burden, and then volunteer to be a model.

But listen to Ming haoxuan in the side of the slow leisurely way: "has been to the lotus treasure painting, this king draws you."

"Draw me?" Ling Yaoyao couldn't help being stunned. She didn't think of it.

He offered to draw a portrait of her, which surprised her.

"Miss, you should go over and ask the king to draw you a picture. Didn't you just want someone to paint you a picture?" Lianbao was greatly relieved, which meant that she didn't have to stand there nervously and let the king draw according to her appearance.

"Oh, yes, I'm a model this time." Ling Yaoyao responded and agreed to go to the snowman.

"Here, take it." Ming haoxuan called Ling Yaoyao and handed her the oil paper umbrella in her hand. She said with a little sarcasm: "if you wear so little, don't get drenched in snowy water. When you get sick, you can't play anything."

Ling Yaoyao is a little stunned again. She looks up at minghaoxuan. Minghaoxuan is also looking at her with half closed eyes.

She felt that she had an illusion. How could she feel that there were some concerns and pity in her cold and deep eyes?

As if he was really concerned about himself. But How is that possible? How can such a cold and playful man really care about himself? I must be wrong.

With an antique oil paper umbrella in hand, it is a good prop.

Ling Yaoyao walked to the big snowman they had piled up. Leaning on the snowman, holding an umbrella in one hand and holding her long hair in the other, Ling Yaoyao quickly made a charming and vivid photo taking action.

After all, it's a new girl from modern times, 148471591054062. Standing there, she is smart and fashionable with her hands and feet. Compared with Lianbao's rigid and uneasy appearance, she looks more charming.

Minghaoxuan looks at the white snowflakes all over the sky, showing a more enchanting and moving woman, inspiration is like a rushing spring, gurgling out.

He took the pen from Mingfei's hand, and the black ink was flying on the white paper. Almost at once, he drew a vivid picture of a lady. The movement is much faster than that when Ling Yaoyao painted the lotus treasure just now.

Standing on one side, looking at the lotus treasure of Ming haoxuan's painting, he exclaimed: "Wang Ye, you paint a lady like a fairy."

Ming haoxuan put the pen on the inkstone and raised his eyes to greet Ling Yaoyao: "come and have a look, which one is better?"

Ling Yaoyao came over and looked at it. She was surprised. She was so strange and difficult to deal with. But she didn't expect to have such a good skill in painting that she could paint such a beautiful image.

In good faith, he did draw better than himself. When the two paintings are put together, he is obviously better than others in terms of skill and skill.

"Ha ha, Wang Ye, compared with you, my painting is really only mediocre. I am convinced." Ling Yao Yao said with a free and easy smile.

She is a frank and natural girl. Since she thinks that she has lost, she will accept it frankly, and will never be stubborn and unreasonable.She wanted to take the painting from the easel and put it away by herself.

However, he did not expect that Ming haoxuan took down the painting faster than she did. He held it in his hand at will and with a smile: "since it was painted by this king, of course, I will take it back."

"But it's me in the picture." Ling Yao was stunned for a moment, provoked Xiu Mei and said, "I want it too."

"You want to draw another one in the mirror." Minghaoxuan slightly curved lips, Xiang but smile: "it's not early, you go back quickly to clean up, this king is waiting for you in the flower hall."

After that, minghaoxuan turned to leave, but he took a few steps to turn back: "on such a cold day, don't wear too little. If you get cold, you should suffer."

"Oh." Ling Yaoyao agreed stiffly, always thinking that it was rare to have such a handmade portrait of himself, and how well he drew it. How well he kept it, why should he put it there? However, he did not give, and he had no way.

Mingfei quickly handed his inkstone to Lianbao: "I'll go first. I'll come back early in the evening to look for you." Then he smiles politely to Ling Yaoyao and leaves with Ming haoxuan.

Ling Yaoyao takes Lianbao back to Ziyu garden, opens the wardrobe and looks around, ready to pick a chic dress to wear at night. We should not only attract people's attention, but also do not fall into the stereotype.

It seems that she did not choose one she was satisfied with.

Although these clothes and skirts are beautiful enough, they are of course nothing to say. However, it is far from enough to achieve the effect of people's attention and the whole audience's astonishing effect at this grand banquet of beauties gathering and beauties competing.

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