Fast time travel heroine, she is super fierce

Chapter 262
Yan Chuan was behind the table, and the smoky incense exuded a scent of ambergris, which was noble yet elegant.Yan Chuan rested his pen on the table and paused for ink.Then he looked up at the person standing in front of him.

The guard has closed the door.There is no one else in the room, only him and the rebel.

Seeing him raise his head, Rebel Yang knew how to kneel, and when he was halfway through kneeling, Yan Chuan said, "You also know how to kneel?"

Rebel Yang raised his head and saw Yan Chuan's expression was calm: "I thought you only knew how to make trouble."

Rebel Yang suddenly smiled at him, that smile was as bright as a peony in summer: "Your Majesty, are you willing to forgive me?"

"Who allows you to be so presumptuous." Yan Chuan didn't look at her, but his hand hesitated for a long time on the pen, and he didn't write.

Rebel Yang saw that there was no one around, so he slowly walked up to the table step by step, trying to get around Yan Chuan.

If it was any other monarch, at this time, he would either call the servants from outside to come in, or sternly reprimanded him.After all, if no one can get within three feet of the monarch at ordinary times, otherwise it will be easy for assassins to succeed.

But this time she met Yan Chuan.This monarch, who seemed to have experienced a lot of wind and waves at a young age, showed no panic on his face.He just sat on the seat, waiting for the rebel to come step by step.

Rebel Yang walked up to him lightly, and then—reached out to pick up a painting on the table.That should have been drawn just now.The ink on the painting is wet.Rebel Yang picked it up with one hand, and carefully looked at the scene painted on it, it was the lakeside during the day just now.

No one is in the scene.But in the scene, the grass by the lake bends down.It was clearly not blown by the wind.Rebel Yang probably understood how Yan Chuan knew she was down there.

He doesn't have the ability to hear people's breathing like a master of aristocratic families.Just judging based on subtle things.

For Yan Chuan, it might be a very novel experience for someone to dare to approach him, and so unceremoniously reach out to pick up the painting he just painted.

But he still sat there, quietly and motionlessly looking at the rebel.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm an assassin?" At this moment, Rebel Yang smiled at him again.The smile did not have her usual sarcasm, but a very simple flattery.

"You don't look like it." Yan Chuan judged calmly, if he was really so terrified and everyone looked like an assassin, he would not be alive now.

At least one has to have confidence in one's own judgment.

Rebellious Yang stood up and quickly sat on his desk. He picked up the pen that Yan Chuan had just thrown aside with one hand and turned it around on his fingertips: "Just now, you saved me..."

Rebel Yang turned sideways and looked back.That smile is like spring water, anyone can melt into it, without knowing where to go: "Then, Your Majesty, may I agree with you in person?"

Yan Chuan remained silent for a while, then replied, "Not good."

"?" Rebel Yang couldn't believe this fact.

No way.Some people can still avoid temptation under the premise that she exudes all the aura of charm.She was about to doubt her identity as the Queen of Darkness.

...It should be said that it is indeed Yan Chuan.

"Why are you doing this?" Facing his sweetheart, Rebel Yang was always so easily wronged: "I came to see you painting today."

"Did you deliberately fall into the lake and let me save you?" Yan Chuan asked calmly.

Rebel Yang: "...the thing that fell into the lake was an accident, I feel so sorry for you falling into the water."

Speaking of this, Rebel Yang quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Chuan's sleeve: "Have you caught a cold? Let me see."

"You know medicine too?" Yan Chuan watched her work in silence.

"I don't understand." Rebellious Yang said smoothly: "I'll just check the temperature."

"..."

Yan Chuan saw her pretending to feel her pulse and said, "It's okay. As long as I give you warmth and strength, everything will be fine."

Yan Chuan looked at her with his head propped up, not understanding what kind of monster she was playing, and he didn't find it strange that she changed after a while, as if he was used to it.

Rebel Yang saw that he was tired, so he said understandingly: "Then you go to lie down on the recliner first, and I will finish painting for you."

"You know how to paint?" Yan Chuan frowned in disbelief.

"Don't underestimate people." Rebel Yang first brushed his forehead lightly with his hand, then pushed him, motioning for him to make room.

Yan Chuan gave in.

Sitting in the main seat, Beiyang had no idea what a surprising scene Yan Chuan's guards would see when they came in.She had done this position many times when she was with Yan Chuan, but now that she came back, she really missed it.

According to the appearance in memory, she added ink and adjusted some colors, then dipped in water, closed the cinnabar, and started her painting.

As soon as Beiyang started to meditate, the atmosphere around him was different.She can eliminate the interference of anything, including time and Yan Chuan.

And Yan Chuan, who was sitting next to him, supported his head with one hand, but his eyes were fixed on every move of Rebel Yang.It seemed that if she said something wrong, or made a wrong move, she would immediately cut off her thoughts.

But he was generally quiet.Sit quietly beside her without disturbing her.

After a while, more than an hour has passed.

The captain of the guard outside was almost asleep while waiting.He couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

"Huh?" Yan Chuan came back to his senses, looked outside, and saw that Rebel Yang didn't respond.So he sat back down again, just humming softly.

Seeing that he didn't reply, the chief guard had no reason to say anything.Just keep on guarding.

Soon, the rebellion was completed.She blows the painting dry.Show it to Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan took it, and after a slight glance, his eyes changed.

The painting was of a man and a woman by the lake.The man leaned on the ground and put his arms around the woman's waist.The woman's eyebrows are clear, with black hair and red lips, but the man's eyebrows are not painted in such detail.

The portraits of the monarchs in ancient times were all like this, and they should not be too realistic.But Yan Chuan has seen many vague painting methods, but he has never seen such a feeling of painting.

What does that feel like?It's probably... a kind of haziness, with a hint of clearness in it.The man was very clean, with clear eyes that were a little cold.His eyebrows were raised slightly, seeming a little unhappy.But the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

I was like this at that time?For a moment, Yan Chuan was also a little uncertain.

After thinking about it, he rolled up the painting and put it in his small box.Rebel Yang was still waiting for the compliment and raised his head: "How is it? Is my painting good-looking?"

A traitor to the central government never used the word "beautiful" at all.But there is no way, she can only use this word to describe her at this time.

Yan Chuan glanced at the rebellious Yang who was waiting to praise with his head up, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

He coughed lightly, and the guards outside came in.Rebel Yang looked at the guard, and then at him.

Yan Chuan said: "Why do you want to get close to me?"

"You are neither an assassin, nor are you out of your mind. Then, why are you approaching me?" At this moment, Yan Chuan stood up with a broad back, and with the dragon robe, he became even more majestic.

(End of this chapter)