Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He took Wen Renli to her study room to show her love of learning and striving for progress.

Cen Feiyu took Zhao Changyu to a spacious place suitable for practicing martial arts.

"Your Highness, look, this is my study. The calligraphy and paintings above are all originals. I even copied them."

Feng He was telling the truth, but it was not because he loved studying, but because Cen Feiyu would occasionally ask him to copy the precious calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

To test his calligraphy practice results.

In fact, Feng He didn't say that he thought Cen Feiyu's calligraphy and painting were excellent, and he could just copy his works directly.

"Also, I feel like my life is so miserable. During the long summer vacation, my mom actually asked Xiao Zhuzi to tutor me! I don't even have time to go play with you."

Feng He got angry when he talked about this. In fact, it was not just because of Wen Renli, but because he himself wanted to go out and play.

"Also, look, this is a painting that Xiao Zhuzi drew. It's of me. Even though I won't say it, it really looks like me."

Feng He suddenly saw the painting that Cen Feiyu drew for him one afternoon.

Cen Feiyu painted half of his face while he was sleeping, but also included the surrounding environment.

lifelike.

Wen Renli looked at the painting. It was indeed Feng He who was painted on the desk, sleeping. There were still rust marks on the rice paper he was lying on.

The setting sun and the shadows of the bamboos were reflected on him.

Everything around me has color.

Wen Renli didn’t think it was a big deal. Feng He was so beautiful, there were bound to be many people who liked her.

What's more, the "little bamboo" he mentioned has always been by his side.

Wen Renli had been listening to Feng He politely, without showing any sign of impatience.

Feng He's chirping formed a sharp contrast with Wen Renli's silence.

"Miss Feng, please sit down. I will draw a picture for you as well."

Wen Renli looked at the painting and said.

Feng He was somewhat flattered when he heard this, and he quickly asked, "Should I sit down? Or should I take some kind of posture?"

Wen Renli chuckled softly and said, "Miss Feng looked very pretty just now when she was lying on the beauty couch."

Feng He froze, his black and white eyes rolled around, huh? Did Wen Renli see his unruly look?

Feng He laughed awkwardly twice and said nothing.

After a while, he spoke: "Your Highness, should I be on the beauty bed?"

Wen Renli said, "Miss Feng is active by nature, so there is no need to do that. I have already seen it and can copy it."

Feng He blinked her eyes. Why did it feel like everyone in this world had such high IQs?

Can you recover with just one look?

Feng He invited Wen Renli to her desk and laid out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

Wen Renli mixed the ink color, took out a scroll and started painting in the air.

Feng He watched Wen Renli paint intently. His brushwork was skillful and the colors were well matched.

Time passed unknowingly in the interweaving and flowing of light and shadow, and Wenrenli was almost finished.

Feng He was stunned when looking at the person in the painting. Wen Renli painted him lying on the beauty bed.

Lazy, naive, innocent and lively.

He was still wearing the same clothes, and there were two palm-leaf fans stretched out beside him to fan him, but the people fanning him were not drawn.

There was only him in the picture, he was holding a round and crystal clear lychee in his hand and putting it into his mouth.

"So real..." Feng He praised sincerely.

Wen Renli lowered his eyes and smiled softly. His handsome and gentle face was elegant.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I will definitely keep this painting well."

"my pleasure."

Feng He pulled Wen Renli to see his iced fruit. The sun was already setting and the big ice cubes were almost melted.

The fruit looked nicely chilled.

Feng He excitedly called out to Xiao Yuanzi: "Xiao Yuanzi, hurry up and go to the kitchen to get the plates."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanzi immediately went to the kitchen and brought out a stack of plates.

"Little Tip, you take care of these fruits."

Xiao Jianzi then sorted and packed the fruits. Feng He asked him to take out a few of the fruits and send them to the Marquis and his wife first.

Let my parents try it first.

Feng He looked at Xiao Yuanzi with amusement, who was drooling with greed.

He took a few grapes and threw them to Xiao Yuanzi, "Eat it."

Xiao Yuanzi's eyes were bright and her mouth was sweet: "Thank you, Miss!"

Except for the watermelon that Fenghe had the kitchen process and cut, the rest of the fruits had already been brought to the pavilion on the water in his yard.

He called Cen Feiyu and Zhao Changyu as well. The two of them fought fiercely and each of them was covered in sweat.

"Eat it, the iced fruit is already frozen!"

After Feng He made the announcement, she took out a bayberry and started eating it.

"Wow, that's great!"

Feng He commented as he savored the sweet and sour bayberry juice.

Zhao Changyu couldn't bear it any longer, so he picked up a piece of watermelon and started to eat it in big bites.

I just worked up a sweat, so it would be great to have something cold.

Wen Renli picked up a grape, peeled it and started eating it.

Feng He glanced at Cen Feiyu and saw that he seemed to be still standing. He picked up a peach and threw it to Cen Feiyu.

"I didn't stop you from sitting down. Hurry up and sit down and eat. Otherwise, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will say that I'm not nice to the servants."

Feng He added one more sentence at the end, which sounded dry and not quite tenable.

Cen Feiyu was stunned for a while, and finally sat down, silently eating the peach that Feng He gave him.

Fenghe was enjoying her meal. Xiaojianzi came back with some fruits and Fenghe waved to him to come over.

Feng He took a plate of fruit and said to him, "Give some to the servants in the yard. Eat two more for yourself."

Xiao Jianzi looked at Feng He with a smile on his face: "Yes, yes, Miss."

Feng He enjoyed his meal. It was the happiest day of his oppressive summer.

He ate a little of each fruit, and so did the others.

After the fruit was eaten, the sky and the earth were already orange-red.

The setting sun is like blood.

The setting sun rolls up the curtains, and the water under the pavilion connects to the sky. (Su Shi)

Wen Renli and Zhao Changyu said goodbye one after another.

Feng He was also ready to take a bath.

At night, Feng He suddenly felt a stomachache. Her face froze. Oh no, maybe she got an upset stomach from eating too much ice.

Feng He had a sad face, wondering why the original owner was so weak and sickly.

He tried to hold back the pain and called Cen Feiyu, sweating profusely: "Xiao Zhuzi, come quickly."

Cen Feiyu had excellent hearing and he came over as soon as Feng He finished speaking.

He looked at Feng He, who was sleeping on the bed with a pale face and tightly knitted brows, and his expression suddenly changed, "What's wrong? Forget it, I'll go call the doctor first."

His voice was urgent but steady.

Cen Feiyu quickly brought the doctor over.

After taking his pulse, it turned out to be just as Feng He expected, his stomach was upset because he ate something cold.

The doctor prescribed some medicine for Feng He and went away, reminding him to keep warm before leaving.

All the servants in Fenghe's yard had arrived at this time, and they all listened to the precautions very carefully.

Someone followed the doctor to get the medicine.

After everyone had left, Cen Feiyu was still beside Feng He.

Feng He felt really uncomfortable in his stomach. He glanced at Cen Feiyu and said gloomily, "Xiao Zhuzi, come here quickly and help me hold my stomach."