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I'm not challenging anyone, I challenge myself, I have a fanatical obsession with painting.

"Then I'll send someone to deliver it to you."

"Hai." I sighed softly and looked at him.

His eyes, so inclusive, so beautiful, he thought, all start from me. Asking the palace maid to send it over would save him a lot of trouble. At the very least, the Seventh Prince wouldn't bother with it.

Lin Xin was a good man, and his kindness was like the sea.

"If I had such an elder brother, it would be great, oh, people can't be too greedy, I would already be very lucky." "What are you sighing about when you're young?" he asked softly with a smile.

I shook my head. "I'm sighing happily. Do you understand?"

"Understood, the little girl is starting to become silly."

I laughed. "Lin Xin can't talk about me? Your chart of the Fragrant Snow Ocean. "

"Right, I have to curry favor with you, little girl." He tapped my head. "It looks like I haven't seen you in a few days. You look even better."

I laughed weakly: "Lin Xin, I really don't believe, you like to please me, hehe, tease me? I still don't look like this. "

"To tell you the truth, it's getting late now. It's better for you to return early. "After a while, there will be more people walking around, passing the meals and the like."

How meticulous. I waved my hand. "I'm going back. Remember to give me some paper. Ni Chuxue is a new challenger. Her destructive power is not ordinary."

He shook his head and chuckled, "Why is it getting cuter and cuter?"

Hehe, I thought he was just teasing me again. His light manner, light and charming words can finally bring a trace of happiness to this depressing harem.

Fragrant Snow Sea Diagram, I don't know what kind of trouble this diagram will bring about.

I drew it, but the consequences were borne by Lin Bei.

After returning to the Chong Court, I felt embarrassed to clean my face this time. I was afraid that the Seventh Prince would see it, so I felt embarrassed.

His eyes were so deep and so glassy that I didn't dare look at them.

But the eunuch at the palace said she was not there.

I feel that the Seventh Prince rarely goes out. He always likes to stay in the Chong Pavilion Palace.

He wouldn't go to the banquet at the palace. He would only appear when he had no other choice.

He never messed up. He didn't care about anything. At such a young age, he was like a little old geezer. He was even more interested in his role than the crown prince.

Maybe it was good for him.

As a prince, especially not a crown prince, one must not overtake the crown prince in brilliance. But he also needed to have the strength to stand up and protect the people he wanted to protect. In these two crevices, if it were me, it would be troublesome.

However, the Seventh Prince was the Seventh Prince, how could they compare? What am I? In his eyes, I must be very stupid, that's why he doesn't like me, that's why he let me come to the Pavilion of Chong to discipline him.

He had already eaten dinner, but he still hadn't come back yet. It must be someone that invited him to a banquet.

I thought the party would not end so soon. I sat at his table and ran my fingers over the chart in my head.

Before he could come out with a rough idea, he heard heavy footsteps.

Not so fast. I haven't had time to warm the bed.

He strode into the room and hurried over to greet them. "Seventh Prince, you're back. It's very cold outside, right? It's too cold today. Do you want to let a fire in?" Most importantly, the bed was too cold.

"No need." He spoke briefly.

"Oh." I took his clothes and folded them and set them aside.

"Seventh Prince, I'll be taking my leave first." It was better to leave early. It was unknown whether his anger from yesterday had died down.

Instead, he called out to me, "Pour some hot tea. The thicker, the better."

I smelled his alcohol and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Sit down and talk to me?" His eyes were also like the stars, brilliant to the point of being amazing.

He must be half drunk. He smiled at me.

I sat opposite him in shock. "Seventh Prince, what do you want to say?"

"Have you seen the painting?" he asked flatly.

I shook my head and immediately saw the anger and disappointment in his eyes. I hurriedly said, "I just came back for a while. I'll go and take a look tomorrow morning. Is that alright?"

He snorted and sipped his tea, his eyes darting to me from time to time.

Must be drunk, drunk, I've seen a lot.

In Qin Huai, there were many painters who were addicted to alcohol, and there were many men.

I've tried it, it's not nice, and I don't like it at all. It's hot and bitter and choking, and I don't know why so many people like it and say it's sweet and delicious.

Maybe there's something wrong with my taste sense. Otherwise, how could I not like it? This was what most people agreed upon.

"Ni Chu Xue." he whispered.

I replied softly. When I saw the unfocused look in his eyes, I asked, "Seventh Prince, are you drunk?" I'll help you rest. " It would be better to sleep early. How was the Seventh Prince's wine?

"I'm not drunk. They want to get me drunk." he murmured.

"Who, who are they?" Who would dare to approach someone who dared to do so much?

He gave me a cold look. "The courtiers."

No wonder. Previously, the Emperor wanted to order a Prime Minister's daughter for him, but now, there was an official in court. Could it be that this Yan Dynasty was going to be replaced by a Crown Prince? Even now, the weather was still shaky and he was still trying to rope in more forces.

He wasn't a person who liked to laugh, but he would definitely be the most annoyed to fake a smile in front of those people.

Those who wanted to leave couldn't, and more or less, stay away.

"You drank a lot." I poured him another cup of tea.

He nodded. "Yes." Then he rubbed his face. "A headache."

I wanted to laugh. "You will have a headache too. Oh, no. Seventh Prince, you can sleep. Tomorrow, it won't hurt." He was like a child now.

He looked at me, and without a word of objection, I went to make the quilt.

It was not bad. There was no act of beating someone up or cursing them. He had seen a lot of people drinking. If they were not scolding the heavens or scolding the earth, then they would be full of ugliness.

Just as I was about to turn around, a pair of large hands grab my waist.

Startled, I pulled his hand away and turned my head, letting him fall against me.

His eyes were a little dazed. I cried out, "Seventh Prince!"

But he pressed my lips, swallowing my breath, kissing me hard, and I struggled.

He took my hands in one hand, held my head in the other, and kissed me hard.

My mind was in a whirl, and my mind drifted away slowly, numb, hot, with the smell of alcohol, and my heart was racing.

In my eyes, there was only astonishment and astonishment. I looked at him, but I didn't know what I was thinking.

This kiss seems to have taken away all my thoughts, all my resistance.

Unknowingly, my tears quietly flowed down. I can't resist him, so what does he want to do? I was so disappointed. Boundless desolation rose from my heart.

He kissed the salt tears, then looked up at me in confusion.

He let go of my hand and gently wiped my tears. "Why are you crying?"

I raised my hand and mercilessly slapped him. There was a crisp sound that resonated in this quiet room.

He put a hand on his face. "Chu Xue, hit me."

I did not stop crying. My heart was in pain. I did not regret beating him. Gritting her teeth, she looked at him with resentment.

He looked at me as if in a daze. "Why?"

"Why?" I cried out and forcefully pushed him away. "Are you crazy, or are you pretending to be crazy? Seventh Prince, how can you treat me like this when I treat you as a friend?"

Pain was the heart. An indescribable pain. Was it disappointment or sorrow.

For a palace maid to be treated like this, forcefully assaulting others without permission, what dignity did she have left?

My expectations of him are too high. I treat him as a friend, but if he is like this, then can tomorrow, when we meet again, be the same as before? Or I think of him as a man of honor. And what was he doing? I'm so disappointed.

I pushed him away, covering my broken heart, and ran out the door.

Tears, almost a night, I can no longer in the Mansion, I do not want to see him.

Only when the sky turned white did he fall asleep in a daze.

My body felt like it was on fire. I touched my forehead and felt a bit hot. My eyes hurt so much that I could barely open them.

The room was quiet, and a scent lingered in the air.

Squinting his eyes, he could clearly see that it was a bunch of small white flowers placed on the table by the window, emitting a faint fragrance.

I rubbed my forehead to see who had delivered it. There was still a cold mist of air on it.

This flower must have just been broken, who could it be?

Could it be him, the Seventh Prince? Damn it, I don't want it. I picked up the flower and was about to step on it, but I felt that it wasn't good.

The ones who offended me were the Seventh Prince, not them.

If a bouquet of flowers can offset the grievance and sorrow in my heart, he is too naive, I do not care about his loneliness, whatever his things, I do not want to be here, too much.

How can this be?

Another voice arose in his heart: "Why not? You are just a palace maid, you can do whatever he wants. "

I pulled at my hair painfully. This damnable Seventh Prince, Lou Zigui, would return to the bridge in the future.

Don't think I'm going to take care of him. I'm going to tell him I'm going to leave.

Never mind, never mind.

He angrily hit the quilt, causing him to have a headache. I have truly failed. I don't even have the courage to step on a flower.

There were a few light knocks on the door. I looked up.

Who was it now? It would not be the eunuchs or palace maids. If it were them, they would have immediately shouted at the door.

Seventh Prince, I gritted my teeth and ignored him.

He sat on the bed and closed his eyes, sighing deeply.

"Early Snow." Seventh Prince's voice sounded out in a low voice.

I don't deserve him. He's so noble, why did he come here? This was not a place he should be.

"Early Snow." He knocked on the door again. "I want to talk to you."