After exchanging marriage with my elder sister, I won with a bad hand.

At this moment, Shen Yihuan's body was covered with crabapple flowers.

From a distance, she looked like she was lying in a sea of ​​flowers, breathtakingly beautiful.

When you get closer, you will see what a stunning picture of a beautiful woman sleeping in spring.

Zhao Xun quietly came to Shen Yihuan's side, and was attracted by the beautiful scenery and beauty in front of him, and his eyes could not be taken away for a long time.

He stood aside like a fool, watching for a long time, and finally, he suddenly had an idea and said to Xu Liang beside him: "Xu Liang, prepare paper, ink, brush, inkstone, and paint for me."

Xu Liang took a look at his interested look and an idea popped into his mind: Could it be that His Highness wanted to paint?

This is a good thing. His Highness's painting skills are better than those of ordinary painters. It's just that he doesn't paint very often, so you can't see him on weekdays.

Thinking of this, he quickly said yes and hurried downstairs to prepare.

When the palace servants in Qingfeng Court heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wanted to paint, they hurriedly moved tables and stools, and prepared brushes, ink, paper, inkstone, and paint.

When they arrived at the garden, Zhao Xun saw them carrying tables and chairs, and hurriedly asked them to speak in a low voice so as not to wake up Shen Yihuan who was taking a nap.

So, the palace servants moved the things into the garden in a stealthy manner, stepping lightly one by one.

After everything was ready, Zhao Xun waved his hand and asked everyone to leave, leaving only Xu Liang to serve.

He spread out the drawing paper, looked at Shen Yihuan carefully for a while again, and then began to write.

It was quiet all around, with only the occasional sound of writing and the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

It's really a rare leisurely afternoon.

Zhao Xun's painting style is very elegant, and his painting skills are really good. In a short while, he has already drawn an overall outline. In a garden full of flowers, a young girl lies under a crabapple tree and falls asleep.

Then it was gradually refined and some details were added, and the characters and scenery became vivid.

The crabapple tree is full of falling petals, which is beautiful beyond words. The girl lying on a big rock under the tree looks cute and adorable. The flowers and plants beside the rock set off the girl's beautiful face. She is more beautiful than flowers.

What a beautiful picture of a beautiful woman sleeping in spring!

He finished it almost in one go. In just two cups of tea, he had finished a painting.

Then I started to mix the pigments and add color to the ink and white, so that the whole painting seemed to come alive and became more magnificent.

After finishing the painting and looking at it carefully, your heart and soul will be drawn into it, as if you are in the painting, and it is a little hard to tell where is the painting and where is reality.

Seeing his master staring at the painting in a daze, Xu Liang also leaned over curiously, and then one more person was attracted to the painting.

Shen Yihuan slept comfortably. When he woke up, he saw two idiots standing opposite him, looking at a painting.

She walked forward curiously, and when she saw the painting clearly, she snatched it from Zhao Xun's hands in surprise.

"Wow, what a picture of a beautiful woman sleeping in spring. It's so well drawn."

Zhao Xun first heard a crisp female voice, then felt his hands empty, and then he came back to his senses.

Then he quickly came to his senses about what Shen Yihuan had just said, and immediately raised his head and chest proudly like a peacock: "Of course, don't you see who painted it?"

Shen Yihuan laughed. This guy really couldn't stand being praised. He would get cocky if you gave him a random compliment.

However, the painting was really good, better than that of ordinary painters. It surprised her that Zhao Xun, who was uneducated and lustful, actually had this skill.

Zhao Xun saw that she was staring at the painting, so he asked, "How is it? Do you like it?"

Shen Yihuan nodded and replied softly: "I like it."

"Your Highness, can you give this painting to me? I want to hang it in my room so I can admire your painting skills every day."

She really liked the painting and wanted it, so when it came to flattering her, she was very clear about it.

However, Zhao Xun was a person who loved to be flattered. Her words made him feel so comfortable that he almost floated up.

"Of course." Zhao Xun agreed subconsciously, then changed his mind and said, "But..."

"But what?"

Zhao Xun slowly approached Shen Yihuan, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her waist, pulling her forward, and said with a smile: "Well, I have worked so hard to paint for you today, how are you going to repay me?"

Shen Yihuan was also very smart. She threw herself into his arms, then raised her head slightly and said in a tender voice, "What does Your Highness want?"

On such a bright afternoon, with the soft and fragrant beauty in his arms, asking in a gentle voice, it was really like a feather brushing against his heart, tickling him hard.

Zhao Xun stared at the beautiful girl, his throat rolling a few times: "I want you."

Shen Yihuan smiled and tilted her head to look at Zhao Xun: "Your Highness, I suddenly thought of a poem. I wonder if you are interested in listening to it?"

"What poem?"

Shen Yihuan nestled in the prince's arms, eyes full of affection, and slowly recited: "Red beans grow in the south, and they sprout in spring. I hope you can pick more, as this is the most nostalgic thing."

After saying this, Shen Yihuan pushed Zhao Xun away before he could come to his senses and ran away shyly.

Zhao Xun came to his senses, and at this moment his heart and soul were almost seduced by this little goblin. He called out to Shen Yihuan's back a few times, and then chased after her.

The palace servants in Qingfeng Courtyard chose to turn a blind eye to this and silently did their work. Xu Liang stopped following and found a shady place to rest.

Shen Yihuan, who was running in front, deliberately slowed down his pace, pretending to be exhausted, waiting to be caught up by Zhao Xun.

"I caught you." Zhao Xun stepped forward and hugged Shen Yihuan from behind, then turned him over and held him tightly, "Don't run away."

"Your Highness." Shen Yihuan raised her head timidly, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

Zhao Xun looked down at her. She was panting slightly because she had just jogged. Her cheeks were rosy from running, making her look more beautiful. Looking up, her eyes were slightly red, and they were looking at him with watery eyes, like a frightened deer.

Finally, his eyes fixed on her bright red lips. She was breathing slightly, revealing a little bit of her pearly teeth.

A word suddenly came to his mind: red lips and white teeth. It was really very attractive.

"I'm hungry, you have to feed me."

Zhao Xun suddenly said this. Shen Yihuan was about to say that he would serve the meal if he was hungry, but the next second he was picked up and walked towards the bedroom.

How could she not know what the word "hungry" meant? She blushed immediately and muttered to herself, "You are indeed a sex-hungry ghost."

At this moment, the woman who never changed her expression in the face of the storm in her previous life disappeared, and she became a girl who was a little bit awkward and nervous. After all, she had just started to understand that matter, and she needed some time to adapt.

To be honest, the experience Zhao Xun gave her was not a good one at all.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. For Zhao Xun, this is a powerful weapon.