Fast Travel Guide: The heroine collapses

Chapter 971, God's Blessing 5
"Is this young master the one who doesn't believe what you said? I'll start painting right now. When I finish the painting, I guarantee that you will be full of praise when you see it!"

Nanju's arrogant words made Qingcheng not take it seriously, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then I'll just watch, see how you Nanju can make a painting that makes me full of praise in such a short period of time, if you Nanju really After drawing it, not only will I not pursue today's matter, even if you let me call you brother in this life, no, even if I call you daddy in this life!"

When Qingcheng said this, she was very confident. After all, in her opinion, no matter what kind of painting Nanju can make, her opinion is her own decision.

"I don't need to call you Daddy. I don't want to be so many years older than you for no reason. How about it, if I win, you can call me Brother Ju. I always remember that someone called that person all day long. Brother Yue, brother Yue, it makes me feel numb!"

Brother Ju, how nice it sounds! !

Thinking about it, Nanju's mouth inadvertently raised a faint smile.

Of course, at this time Nanju, he would never admit it. When he heard Qingcheng call that Renyue brother, he felt very, very uncomfortable, let alone admit it, that is called jealousy!

"It won't be that you won and I will call you brother, but if I win, your punishment will be nothing. How about this, I won, and you will call me sister from now on!"

Qingcheng thought for a while, then continued, "After all, it's fair to you and me!"

"Okay, a gentleman's word is hard to follow. I hope you will keep your word and wait for it, Xiao Qing'er. I will let you call me brother Ju willingly!"

As soon as the words fell, the two had already walked into the pavilion, and Nan Ju took out the paper, ink, brush and inkstone that had been prepared in the small dark compartment under the table.

The man was painting with one hand, and gently held the sleeve of that hand with the other hand to prevent the sleeve from brushing off the ink stains on the table. His handsome face was solemn and calm, his posture was outstanding, and his every move was elegant and noble , Luohua's brush outlines the lines, and the movements are flowing and flowing, just like a dragon frightened by a cloud.

Qingcheng propped up her chin, looking at the noble and elegant man in front of him, with calm and straight eyes, and a calm posture like a gentleman of a noble family, it seemed that he was a little different from the chic and leisurely young man who was teasing her just now.

Sure enough, when people grow up, they will change. The naive and innocent boy who used to be like a rascal, does not know when, he has grown into an appearance that she does not know!

Qingcheng's eyes were slightly in a trance. The man at this time is best described with a poem.

Zhan Bi Qi Ao, green bamboo Yi Yi.There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as cutting, and as sharp as grinding.

Se Xi Xi Xi, He Xi Xi Xi.There are bandits and gentlemen, and they must not be despised.

Zhan Bi Qi Ao, green bamboo green.There are bandits and gentlemen who are full of ears and are as good as stars.

Se Xi Xi Xi, He Xi Xi Xi, there are bandits and gentlemen, they will never be allowed to come.

Zhanbi Qiao, the green bamboo is like a scorpion.There are bandit gentlemen, such as gold and tin, such as jade and jade.

It's wide and generous, and it's heavy and heavy.Good at joking, not abusive.

I don't know when, when Qingcheng came back to his senses again, his eyes just happened to look at the painting he had drawn, and he could only vaguely see clusters of extremely lush flowers blooming in clusters, and butterflies flying among the clusters of flowers.

"Xiao Qing'er, the painting is not finished yet, you can't look at it now!"

Just when Qingcheng wanted to take another look at what Nanju painted, Nanju's hand covered Qingcheng's eyes.

Hands with slight warmth touched the delicate and smooth skin around Qingcheng's eyes. Before Qingcheng could close her eyes, her long eyelashes swept across the man's palm, and an inconspicuous strangeness came from Nanju's palm, making him At that moment, as if fascinated, he stared blankly at the woman.

The white veils around the pavilion fluttered gently with the wind, and the petals of the peach blossom trees blooming on both sides of the pond also fell with the breeze, falling on the water surface, and floating on the water surface with the flowing water, occasionally a few petals pierced through the veils. However, it fell between the two, forming a beautiful and ambiguous picture.

And this picture just fell into the eyes of the man in white who walked not far away.

Under the bright and dazzling sunlight, the man was wearing a crescent-white brocade suit, on which a large lotus pattern appeared like a shadow on the white suit.

A part of her waterfall-like long hair was tied with a white hair tie. When she saw the scene not far away, the black eyes under the willow eyebrows suddenly darkened like a pool of ink that was too thick to melt.

It made his already cold face look even more ascetic and indifferent, like an unattainable god.

"Qingqing, come here!"

Yueling's voice was as cold as ice, and when it landed on the ground, it made an ethereal, seductive and pleasant voice.

The two people in the pavilion, who were slightly absent-minded, suddenly came back to their senses, Qingcheng didn't even think about it, and quickly pushed away Nanju's hand, turning his head to look at the source of the sound.

"Brother Yue, when did you come here?"

Qingcheng was a little surprised and surprised at the same time, subconsciously raised her legs and walked towards Yueling.

"Today is Prayer Day. I promised you that I will spend Prayer Day with you. Don't you remember?"

The deserted voice seemed to come from outside the world, with a hint of ethereal.

When Yueling said the last sentence, her gaze towards Qingcheng became colder and colder.

That expression seemed to tell Qingcheng that if Qingcheng really didn't remember, he would be angry.

Qingcheng is also used to the way of getting along with Yueling.

Sometimes, even if he doesn't speak, from his expression and movements, Qingcheng can know what Yueling means.

From Qingcheng's point of view, this is probably the tacit understanding between the two who have been together for a long time, and the tacit understanding between Yueling and Qingcheng is unmatched by anyone.

The corners of Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly, as if thinking of something, the smile on his face was a little helpless, "How come, I remember, of course I remember, if I forget anything, I will never forget the thing with Brother Yue, about Brother Yue, I remember It's clear!"

Qingcheng said so, but she was a little speechless in her heart.

Here we go again, every year on Prayer Day.

Since many years ago, when she was very young.

Because she often practiced in Yuehua Palace, she couldn't go out often, so she found an excuse to be lazy that day.

So when Yue Ling asked her why she didn't practice, she told him that she wanted to put a prayer lamp, just like those people outside, who usually put a lamp in the scene full of lights in the sky.

Although Yueling didn't understand Qingcheng's behavior, but after being persuaded by Qingcheng's hard-working coquettishness, Yueling finally agreed. From that day on, Yueling would take Qingcheng out to light the lanterns every year on the Wishing Festival.

There are many things that I would never think of when I think about them in ordinary times. When I suddenly think of them occasionally, that scene will appear in my mind again!
(End of this chapter)