XII gl

Fan Ying often lives in the White Horse Temple and cannot visit, so she proposes an invitation to Qin Fang.Before Qin Fang came out of the pavilion, he didn't have much contact with Fan Ying, but after they got married, they had such contacts.Qin Fang squeezed a thin piece of letter paper in his hand, knowing that this had already passed Zhou Yongzhen's hands.

It's fine if you meet someone insignificant, but Fan Ying is Grand Master Fan's only daughter, so Qin Fang can't make up her own mind.Zhou Yongzhen agreed, so she could read this letter, and Zhou Yongzhen agreed, so she could have acquaintance with Fan Ying without any worries.As for why Zhou Yongzhen agreed... Qin Fang stopped his thoughts in time to avoid further thinking.

There was a heavy stone on Qin Fang's heart.She made the wrong choice and watched as it crushed and crushed her breastbone.

Standing outside Fan Ying's courtyard again, her mood was completely different.The last time I was full of expectations, this time, I could only feel unbearable towards myself.

She knew that Fan Ying was not an ordinary beauty.The deeper the acquaintance, the harder it is to withdraw.

Zhilala pushed the door open, and immediately a maid came forward with a dignified smile on her face, which was still not as good as Fan Ying's case.Qin Fang stepped on the soft mud after bathing in the drizzle of the small courtyard, knowing that his love for Fan Ying's beauty had already given birth to a greedy desire to possess.

Fan Ying was in the study, the maid directly led her to the door, raised her hand respectfully, and did not accompany her.Qin Fang became nervous inexplicably, with his right hand tucked into the loose sleeve of his robe, pinching the delicate fabric to wipe off the sweat from his palm.

Fan Ying is good at writing.When Qin Fang entered the door, Fan Ying rolled up her sleeves with her left hand, and walked away with her right hand.Qin Fang walked to the desk, looked down, and was stunned.When Fan Ying wrote letters, she used teeny lowercase script, which was pretty and cute.Now practicing calligraphy, but cursive.Writing freely, free and easy.

Words are like people.Qin Fang never thought that Fan Ying had such a side.Originally worried that the life in the temple would be too harsh and would tire Fan Ying, Qin Fang already knew that he underestimated her.In this superficial dynasty where women's status was low, Fan Ying should be enjoying herself here.

Fan Ying is not her!Mediocre people bother themselves!Qin Fang felt ashamed unknowingly, after bowing his head, he didn't look up for a long time.

"Miss Qin, do you also like to write?"

The letter was delivered to Prince Jin's mansion, but Fan Ying still called her Miss.Qin Fang didn't know whether Fan Ying was transparent or ignorant of world affairs, and was startled again.

When I entered my eyes, I saw Fan Ying's eyes as clear as water.When Fan Ying talked about writing, the end of the words raised, with a girlish playfulness, why did mundane things ever enter her heart.Qin Fang was frightened, lowered his head, and focused on Fan Ying's handwriting.

"I don't know how to read, but I can occasionally draw figures...and landscapes."

She has always only painted Fan Ying, and the landscape is just a lie she told casually when she was restless.

Fan Ying said: "If you are interested, maybe you can make a portrait of me today? The elders in the family are concerned, and it can be comforted..." Before Qin Fang could answer, she shook her head again, "The portrait takes time and effort, I invite you to be my guest , that shouldn't be the case."

The life in the monastery alone may be a bit lonely for an unworldly girl.Qin Fang noticed that Fan Ying treated her more cordially than before.

"Yes..." Qin Fang suppressed a smile and interrupted Fan Ying's self-talk.

Naturally, she would not let Fan Ying's wish come true.Fan Ying said casually, fortunately within her power.

In this world, the two things that Qin Fang is most confident in are makeup and the other is taking a portrait of Fan Ying.

Qin Fang has done a good job in details and details.All the little things have been exhausted, and it doesn't take long.Practice makes perfect, until now, she can still draw Fan Ying's eyebrows with her eyes closed.

All in one go.She doesn't have strong painting skills, but she knows how to use the simplest brushwork to draw shapes and shadows.It is human beings who paint, and human beings have selfish desires, so calligraphy and painting can often express emotions and move people's hearts.Entrusted by Fan Ying, it was Qin Fang's best performance.Fan Ying couldn't hide her astonishment, and Qin Fang herself didn't expect it.

Fan Ying buried her head in front of the still ink-stained portrait, while Qin Fang stood there with a pen in her hand. Fan Ying's hair smelled like a soft paw scratching her heart.

Want to hug Fan Ying and kiss skin to skin.more than ever.

Qin Fang stretched his body, shook a few times, and sat down on the ground.Because she dared not, much less could.

Fan Ying turned her head in response, and stretched out a slender arm to Qin Fang.

Qin Fang sighed and took Fan Ying's helping hand.

With all his strength, he pulled Fan Ying down——

In the end, selfishness prevailed.Soft fragrance and warm jade in the arms.Ask for nothing.