V3.C64

It seems that the emperor won't let the eunuch inform him these two times. Poria cocos return to God to salute, Yan Hongtian has come to the house, to her hand a lift, whispered: "back down."

Poria cocos took a look at the master who seemed to have no sense in the study, then looked at the emperor's face, and retreated peacefully.

In the study, the candle light is bright. Through the gauze, it is not difficult to see a beautiful figure standing at the desk. Yan Hongtian's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled and goes in.

On the big desk, five or six brushes of different sizes were arranged in a row, and two ink and jade brushes were left and right. A dark blue inkstone with a width of one foot was placed in the center. The drawing paper covered most of the desk. Qingfeng stood behind the desk, holding a big wolf's hair in his hand. His strokes were free and focused. He has only seen Qingfeng's paintings, but he has not seen her painting. This situation is not small. It seems that the world under his pen is dominated by her. Yan Hongtian is in a trance and has a little fun in his eyes.

Perhaps for the sake of painting convenience, she only wore a long skirt with narrow sleeves and a cross collar. Under her light clothes, her bulging stomach became more and more dazzling. Yan Hongtian frowned again, "do you still paint when you feel sick?" His voice was low, but he was obviously unhappy.

Today, Qingfeng painted very smoothly. She was in a good mood. She didn't even lift her head. She said with a smile, "I'm not uncomfortable. But the queen seems to be particularly interested in me recently. The Empress Dowager will come back in two days. She doesn't want to deal with them. I'm going to pretend to be ill. "

Yan Hongtian did not expect that she would say so. He said with a smile, "you are honest."

The brush was stained with ink, and then passed quickly in the brush wash. Qingfeng's painting has always been casual. Ren Qingshui dripped ink on the paper. During that time, he also looked up at Yan Hongtian. With a bit of innocence and cunning, he replied: "it's not the crime of deceiving you to lie to you?"

Qingfeng seldom laughs with him so easily. Yan Hongtian doesn't care any more. The waist on the bracelet is no longer full of hands. Yan Hongtian whispers in her ear: "did you hurt me?"

He did know! So why not teach? Green maple quietly, for a small brush, lightly stained with ink, not light not heavy light hum way: "with him?"

It's said that the boy pointed at her with his sword. No wonder Qingfeng was angry. It seemed that all the thorns on his body stood up. Yan Hongtian laughed and said, "I almost forgot that you have claws." Since Qingling fell into the water, her claws have converged a lot.

For this obvious teasing, Qingfeng shrugged and pretended not to hear. Looking at her painting so attentively, Yan Hongtian was a little curious about what she was painting. He looked down and saw that it was a Hunting map?

In the middle of the paper, seven or eight gray black wolves are surrounded by a circle of sharp arrows. Half of the arrows end in the ground. It shows the strength of the hunter's bow. The wolves are trapped in the circle of arrows. Several female wolves are restlessly picking up the sand at their feet. A male wolf just wants to break out Jump up, the sharp arrow has pierced its front legs, blood along the arrow plume all the way dripping, infecting the foot of the sand. The wolf in the middle should be the first wolf among the wolves. Compared with the other wild wolves, he is cold and fierce. His limbs are steady and strong. He is full of strength. The wolf's eyes are staring straight ahead, as if they want to shoot into the heart of the viewer. The dark cold eyes are shining with the light of calculation and treachery.

Staring at such a pair of eyes, Yan Hongtian had an impulse to fight. His hand around Qingfeng's waist tightened unconsciously. "Why do you want to draw this all of a sudden?"

Qingfeng can feel the murderous spirit of the man behind her, and she is very happy. She is enthusiastic about her painting. If she can see that people are indifferent, she will fail. Qingfeng laughs: "I heard an interesting song today, and I suddenly want to draw a hunting picture." After entering the palace, she didn't have much interest in painting. After listening to the song "Qiu Tu", a picture immediately appeared in her mind. When she came back to the room, she couldn't wait to draw the warm picture in her heart.

Green maple side head looks to behind Yan Hong Tim, smile a way: "isn't strange why only have the prey to have no hunter?"

"The hunter should know more about concealment than the prey. I'm just curious about what kind of hunter he is," he said with a smile

"As the saying goes, seeing a servant knows the master, seeing such a prey, can't you see the look of a hunter?" If Yan Hongtian can't see it, it's that she didn't draw that kind of tension. A good painting can't just see what's on it. Qingfeng sighs to herself. She always thinks that her sister and yuhanpeng can't show the essence of the painting. She hopes to show it through her own painting. Now it seems that there is something wrong.

There is a circle of sharp arrows on the ground. It can be seen that it is not difficult for the hunter to shoot his prey. Now he just traps them in the circle, which seems like playing and provocation. Yan Hongtian can feel the hunter's mind, but it is not enough. Yan Hongtian's black eyes narrowed slightly as his eyes swept over the wolf, and a cold light passed through his eyes. He reached out and chose the smallest brush, stained with a little cinnabar. Qingfeng's eyes suddenly brightened, and he was a little anxious to take the brush from Yan Hongtian's hand. Looking at the excited woman in his arms, Yan Hongtian's thin lips slightly raised, and handed the brush to Qingfeng. Only a few of her scarlet spots on the wolf king's eyes mingled with the original dark wolf's eyes. In an instant, the wolf's eyes burst into a cold light of bleeding red. Despair and hatred mingled with fear. The prey only had such eyes when it was dying. Yan Hongtian's eyes darkened, and his heart was filled with bloodthirsty impulse.The breath from his ear is a little heavier than usual, which makes Qingfeng very satisfied. He takes the cinnabar brush to exchange for the big Lanhao. Qingfeng gets a few wisps of thick ink and swipes freely on the paper, which makes the night more dark and cold immediately. Looking at the woman in her arms, Yan Hongtian has another doubt in her heart. Qingling says that she has lost her memory, but she is good at autopsy. It is said that qingmo is also a meticulous case solving expert. Qingfeng around her is really good at painting and calligraphy, but she prefers this kind of cold style, and can present it accurately. The three sisters of the Qingjia family are really wonderful, or maybe What's the secret adventure? Yan Hongtian asked casually: "you three sisters are very special. Do you often go out for sightseeing?"

Qingfeng doesn't know what her sister, who has been possessed by Zhuo Qing and Gu Yun, has done outside the palace. She thinks that Yan Hongtian is curious and casually replies, "after all, she is a woman, but she doesn't go out often, but her parents are very tolerant of us. Our sisters often have the opportunity to go out for a walk. The elder sister likes Qin and the younger sister loves chess. Although they also love mountains and rivers, they just prefer to go out with aura You can feel the peace of mind in the place where you live. "

"And you?" Yan Hongtian admits that he is more curious about her.

"Me?" Green maple smile, generous back: "I prefer the majestic scenery, but unfortunately, not too many opportunities to see."

Yan Hongtian quietly listened to her talk, deep eyes can not see what to think. Hands naturally put on Qingfeng's raised abdomen. Since last time she said that children would kick people, he seems to be particularly interested in this position. Late autumn, some cool night, through a thin layer, unexpectedly, the abnormal high temperature made him frown again: "good hot, you really OK?"

Heart a warm, green maple pretended to be relaxed smile: "don't worry, I'm not so delicate, otherwise you would have been tossed to death." When she first entered the palace, she was in deep water.

Yan Hongtian slightly raises eyebrows. Is this a complaint?

The strong and generous embrace behind him and the hand on his stomach rub from time to time. If there is a touch like nothing, Qingfeng can't concentrate. Take a deep breath, put down the brush in hand, Qingfeng sighed: "how can I draw like this?"

Green maple thinks Yan Hongtian will be overbearing smile, but he is holding her shoulder, will she turn around, face her eyes. Because of painting, the candle light in the room is very bright. Yan Hongtian's tiredness is so obvious.

Two people look at each other for a long time, Yan Hongtian suddenly serious said: "after far away from the watch."

The green maple tiny Zheng, the heart has exasperation, have doubt, have curiosity, have guess, finally all turn into a: "good."

It seemed that he was a little tired. Yan Hongtian stepped back and sat on the broad mahogany chair behind him, with green maple in his hand. He took her in his lap. The maple's face was slightly red, and it was very awkward. Want to break away from his hand, but was hugged more tightly, Yan Hongtian chin also gently knock on her shoulder, eyes half narrow. Seeing that his brows were full of tired color, Qingfeng was no longer moving. She hugged him like this for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "the celebration is a headache for you?"

Yan Hongtian said casually. Originally, it took a lot of effort to hold a celebration. This year, there are more troubles than in previous years. One is a series of murders that seek one's life, and the other is a silver haired murderer who specializes in raping and raping. Envoys from all over the world came to the post office one after another, and the capital became more and more unstable. If these things were spread out, the face of Qiongyue would be ruined.

See he doesn't want to talk more appearance, green maple also don't ask, slowly get up, pull his hand to go to the inner room, "too tired to rest early."

I came here today to hear that Xiao'er had drawn a sword against her. I was a little worried about her. Come and have a look. And she said for a while, still tired, the mood seems to be better. Yan Hongtian himself also wondered when to start. He said that talking to her and sleeping with her for a while would make him feel refreshed. Maybe it's because there are no tangled family interests behind her, or maybe it's her seemingly submissive attitude.

When he came to the screen, Yan Hongtian stopped and looked at the comfortable and warm bed in the inner room. He also wanted to fall down and have a good sleep, but he couldn't. "I have something else to deal with. You can have a rest earlier." Taking back the hand held by Qingfeng, Yan Hongtian went to the door, stopped and said: "the queen and the Empress Dowager summoned you, and said that the fetal Qi could not get out of bed."

The green maple tiny smile, she this be regarded as "the order lies"? Seeing him out of the house, Yan Hongtian gently raised her hand to signal that she didn't need to see him off any more. Qingfeng didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, she just said: "you Don't go to bed too late. " Yan Hongtian's step out of the hall stopped for a moment, looked back at her, and went out of the hall without saying anything.

Qingfeng went back to her study, but she didn't want to draw at all. However, she liked to do things in one go, so she picked up the brush and stood in front of the desk for a long time, but she didn't know where to draw the next brush. Finally, she simply put down the brush. That's all. That's it.