Shenhao: The little widow became the richest woman in Beijing

Bai Xueru looked in the direction of his finger, her face slightly startled, as if she was hovering among the flying butterflies. This one was indeed the most vivid detail.

He narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "They are all butterflies, and this one is no different from the others."

"It's just random drawings." As she spoke, the woman pushed the pen and ink forward, but two drops of ink spilled out. The painting was stained with some ink, and it happened to be destroyed on the blue butterfly.

"Oh, you are such a rude woman. You just said you can't do such a delicate and elegant thing. You ruined this beautiful picture."

Bai Xueru chuckled, "You didn't draw it, so what a pity you are!"

"Master, I love painting!" An Haoyu curled his lips. He didn't like painting, but it was just the first time he saw her painting. It was really novel.

If she doesn't want it, give it to herself. If it doesn't work, she can just sell it to the sixth prince.

He looked at the eyes of the woman opposite him and said, "It's still early now, otherwise if you make a painting for me, I won't talk about your relationship with me everywhere."

Bai Xueru looked over with indifferent eyes. "What does it have to do with you and me?"

"You woman are not only blind, but you also have a bad memory. Have you forgotten that you made me bleed in that grove?"

The expression on Bai Xueru's face was indescribable, and these words sounded really weird.

He sneered and said, "Go ahead and tell me. I don't know whether it's me or you who is embarrassed."

"Young Master, I have no face and I'm not afraid of being embarrassed."

"Yes, your face is on your butt, and gold is very valuable." Bai Xueru looked speechless.

An Haoyu's obsidian eyes were filled with annoyance, "My butt is naturally precious. If you don't, why don't you let me shoot an arrow?"

Bai Xueru smiled and looked at the man opposite, "That's not okay, how can you bully a weak woman like me!"

"You call her a weak woman?" An Haoyu listened to her words in shock. "How can a weak woman ride a horse and hunt? You are such a rough guy."

A terrifying smile appeared on Bai Xueru's lips, and she raised her hand to rub her delicate white jade wrist.

"I think you want the other half of your butt to bloom too."

An Haoyu's starry eyes were angry, "How dare you!"

Bai Xueru sneered, "It seems you still don't understand my character. Believe it or not, I took off your pants and showed them in the courtyard for everyone to watch."

An Haoyu stared angrily, unable to believe that a woman like her would say such a thing.

His face turned red, "Believe it or not, believe it or not, then I will, I will,"

"I will let the whole Huo City know what happened between you and me that night."

Bai Xueru laughed indifferently, "It's not impossible, go ahead, since you left it blank to let others misunderstand their imagination."

"Don't blame me for saying that you are the 'shortest' and 'worst' among the many men I have ever seen."

"You, my dear, what's wrong with me?" An Haoyu looked at the woman opposite with disbelief in his eyes.

"Short fingers, that's not okay! Leave it blank, I understand."

An Haoyu's face looked a little unnatural, "I suspect that you are following me. Are you really a woman?"

"Otherwise, just take off your clothes and let me see it. If you are a woman, I will be responsible for you. If you are a man, we will be brothers in the future."

"I still doubt that you are a woman. Why don't you take off all your clothes and let me see, and expose yourself by the way." Bai Xueru replied casually.

"Are you responsible for me if I take off my clothes?" An Haoyu asked her suspiciously.

Bai Xueru's lips twitched slightly. Can the word 'responsible' be removed from his dictionary?

Sitting in front of the desk, he picked up the brush and ignored him.

"Why don't you say anything?" An Haoyu looked at the woman who picked up the paintbrush in front of him. It really looked like that. She felt as quiet as a virgin.

Bai Xueru didn't raise her eyes, her eyes were focused, "You don't want to draw!"

An Haoyu's eyes were filled with joy. "If you really want to draw it for me, what pose should I take?"

Sitting sideways by the desk, I posed at what I thought was the most handsome angle.

"Look, am I so good, or..."

As he spoke, he picked up another book, walked to the window, and pretended to read it in a decent manner.

"Is this still better?"

Bai Xueru curled her lips, "You can pose in the most masculine pose, and I will help you draw out your heroic spirit."

"You also think that I am heroic. You are quite discerning when you are not blind. I like the way you love to tell the truth."

Bai Xueru:......

Over there, An Haoyu performed a difficult martial arts move, "What do you think of this, young master?"

"Well, you look so handsome like this! Just keep this posture." Bai Xueru continued writing with a slight smile on her lips.

After a long time,

"Are you okay?" An Haoyu asked, unable to hold himself up and swaying. This heroic spirit is really difficult to maintain.

"No, wait!"

"I guarantee that I will portray you with such a handsome figure that thousands of girls will smile when they see you."

"Yeah, haha. I'm so troubled by my natural looks. Someone always stuffs my wallet on the road."

Bai Xueru raised the corners of her lips slightly, "You can rest assured. In the future, when they see this painting, they will be happy when they see you."

An Haoyu's obsidian eyes held a bit of pride as he maintained the most difficult movement with precarious difficulty.

He raised his chin slightly and looked at Bai Xueru.

Bai Xueru raised her head and glanced at the man over there, then lowered her eyes at the painting she had made, and a pleasant smile ran out of the corners of her eyes.

Soon,

Bai Xueru picked up the paper slowly and blew on the ink.

"Is the painting done?"

An Haoyu fell to the ground, exhausted from maintaining the same posture, and walked towards Bai Xueru with sore steps.

Bai Xueru nodded lightly and handed the painting to him.

An Haoyu looked over happily, wanting to see his most heroic appearance, he must be very handsome.

Quickly opening the scroll with both hands, Bai Xueru watched the expression on his face, ranging from joy to dullness to anger.

In an instant, he actually learned the essence of face changing.

Bai Xueru laughed heartily. "Ha ha ha ha!"

An Haoyu gritted his teeth, his obsidian eyes full of hurt, "You hateful woman!"

He actually tricked himself into posing for so long.

Bai Xueru's eyes were full of smiles, and she suppressed a smile and said, "Why, I'm right. Thousands of girls will definitely smile when they see this painting."

In the painting, there is a Q-shaped man wearing a Canglang-colored robe with gold and silver inlays, a black pine hair crown on his head, and a white jade belt around his waist.

He was trying hard to stick out his butt, and there was a sharp arrow feather in the middle of his butt. The shadows behind him were staggered, barely covering the key parts, which were full of blood.

His appearance was exactly the same as the man in front of him. He frowned slightly, on his fair and delicate face,

Those black eyes as clear as obsidian were radiating anger, seeming to be glaring at the person outside the painting.

It's funny to watch and a little cute at the same time.

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