The long princess live broadcast daily

Zhu Jue's handwriting is actually not ugly, and if released alone, it can definitely bluff a group of people, especially with his age, but it pales in comparison with Zhou Ting's, even if it is not the same font.

The comparison is simply astounding.

Hearing that Zhou Ting was going to frame it for collection, he turned his wrist and wiped twice between the four words, destroying the picture.

"No, no, you're obviously bullying!" He curled his lips, "In the place where I used to be, people don't learn calligraphy very much, and you are older than me, and you have lived two lifetimes, so it would be strange if you couldn't compare to me. "This kind of black history must not be left behind!

Zhou Ting looked at the ruined words with regret in his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhu Jue was a little cautious, and said: "How about this, I will practice again later, and I will pick a good one for you."

Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows lightly: "Is this really true?"

"Of course." Zhu Jue nodded, "I'll give it to you at the latest during the Mid-Autumn Festival." Anyway, as long as you don't write a sheet with him, it's fine!

Zhou Ting smiled and nodded to express his expectation.

Zhu Jue peeled off the rice paper: "Well, I'll draw a portrait for you first, according to my method." He held the pen to his chin, and looked sideways at Zhou Ting, "You help me sharpen the ink."

I think that when he was staying at home, he had learned both hands, and the Q version of the characters was completely at his fingertips.

First, I drew a few times casually to try my hand.

Zhou Ting spent his time grinding ink next to him, raised his eyes and smiled immediately.

It turned out that Zhu Jue drew a Q version of Emperor Yanchang, wearing a crown on his head and holding a memorial in his hand. He looked focused and serious, but with a cute-eyed and big-headed image, it was really fun.

"How about it, isn't it good?" Zhu Jue raised his eyebrows proudly, "Wait, I'll be there soon."

After trying out the texture, I drew a Q version of Zhou Teng in two or three strokes. The shape is that of him riding a horse back to Beijing to report on his duties. He is wearing a dark green general uniform and holding a horsewhip. Even in the Q version, his expression is very serious.

"How? Does it look like it?" He put down his pen, picked up the painting and showed it proudly.

"Like." Zhou Ting was very appreciative, nodding his head in appreciation, "Yes, although it is strange, it is also interesting."

It's a pity that there is no paint to paint here, Zhu Jue felt a little regretful, he became interested, and drew a few cute versions of Zhou Ting next to him, sitting, standing, ordinary and official clothes, etc.

Zhou Ting watched from the sidelines, smiling the whole time.

It was almost noon when Zhu Jue came, and the two of them were writing and drawing in the study room. The dishes were brought up one after another, and the fragrance wafted into the room along the air.

"Stop painting, eat!" Zhu Jue was immediately hungered by the smell, and put down the brush.

Zhou Ting put down the ink ingot, took the paperweight to hold down the painting, and then followed.

All kinds of dishes were placed on the table, including both meat and vegetables. Zhu Jue found that most of them were his favorites, and none of them were his favorites. A smile could not help but hang on the corner of his mouth.

Without eating or sleeping, after finishing lunch, Zhu Jue moved to the inner room on one side, and sat down lazily on the soft couch, took two big mouthfuls of iced watermelon juice, his whole body was cool and comfortable, and the heat dissipated Not a lot.

Probably because he was afraid that drinking too much would hurt his stomach, the bowl of watermelon juice was only the size of a palm, he drained most of the watermelon juice in these two mouthfuls, and dried up the last bit in one mouthful. He turned his eyes and aimed at another bowl on the kang table.

"You don't drink?"

Zhou Ting was washing his hands, twisting the handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he could understand what he was thinking without looking at it, and said: "Drinking too much hurts the stomach, one bowl is enough." Then he put the handkerchief back Swayed in the water.

He has golden fingers, so he's in great shape, okay?Zhu Jue complained in his heart, but obediently withdrew his hand.

Zhou Ting walked up to him with a wrung handkerchief: "Hold out your hand."

Zhu Jue stretched out his hand reflexively, and he grabbed it, and then wiped it carefully with a handkerchief.

Putting the two hands together, the difference in skin color is extremely obvious. Zhu Jue's pampered hand is white, tender and slender, while Zhou Ting's is bronze in color, with well-defined joints, slender and strong.

Look at the score of the hand.

These five big characters suddenly appeared in Zhu Jue's mind, and by the way, he subconsciously glanced at Zhou Ting's middle finger.

Immediately he grabbed the ground with his head in his heart, I'll go, he actually thought of this step, why should he be so hungry and thirsty!What's more terrible, when he just thought about it, he couldn't control the live broadcast to the camera.

The audience who is being fed with dog food and smiling sweetly:

"..."

"..."

"..."

"So dirty, it turns out that you are such an anchor→→"

"Sex! Love! Male! Master! Broadcast!"

"Don't drive casually before midnight, okay, there are still underage children!"

"Hehehe, do the anchors need our help to popularize science and put on a professional pose? You can choose the beautiful version and the realistic version. It's a pity that pictures and videos can't be uploaded, but the text is not interesting."

"Anchor, don't be shy, it's not that you're really underage, what do you care about when you're an old driver, everyone already knows about the small movies with 4G in your ×disk account."

"Hahaha, anchor, your modern privacy has been stripped away long ago. Your ex-girlfriend has published a book. It really makes people grow old. I think the anchor was still a pure boy in those days, and he didn't even dare to hold hands. , In the blink of an eye, you will become a veteran driver when you go to college, and small movies are harmful!"

"Aww, I can't help but feel shameless, my brain is swollen, anchor, did you pollute my pure little heart?"

"Don't be afraid, the anchor, the puberty period is normal, you haven't experienced it before, look at Zhou Ting's shoulders, waist, legs, and hands, and then watch the anchor, don't say it, I already have [-] words in my brain, and my nosebleed is about to come out Already!"

"I'm so evil, I actually hope that the anchor will not restrain himself, just pounce on him like this, don't say anything else, just give me a kiss first!"

"By the way, the host should still be a virgin, right?"

……

Zhu Jue: Turn off the live broadcast!Turn off the live broadcast decisively! !

Audience: Don't become angry from embarrassment, hey!

Interrupted by the audience, Zhu Jue's feverish thoughts had disappeared long ago. It was indeed a puberty body that could not stand up to teasing at all, but he didn't know if it was his illusion. He felt that the current body Much more sensitive than his original.

Of course, when he was beaten to death by Zhou Tengjiang Ziniangzi in the future, he was finally sure that it was not an illusion, it was nothing at all!

He very much suspected that it was Yun Muxiangzhu's fault!

Zhou Ting wiped his hands carefully, then twisted the handkerchief back and wiped his forehead and neck for him. Zhu Jue reached out to do it himself, but he held it down.

"do not move."

Zhu Jue was sitting and Zhou Jue was standing. He was tall and had to bend over to look him at the same level. Unlike Zhu Jue's dirty mind, he looked serious and serious. But very soft.

The warm handkerchief ran across his forehead, fell to his neck, and scratched behind his ears. Zhu Jue couldn't help but tremble, especially when the back of his hand touched his earlobe.

As an old driver, he certainly understood what it felt like, and was stunned. Is this body too sensitive or his self-control is too weak?

Zhou Teng laughed muffledly, his chest trembling, and it fell into Zhu Jue's ears with an indescribable ambiguity. He frowned and stared at him, but fell into a pair of bright smiling eyes, and couldn't move his eyes away for a moment.

Little did he know that Zhou Ting's heart throbbed when he saw him. The young man's face was dyed thin red, and his jade-like face was like a burning peach blossom in full bloom. people mean.

Zhou Ting couldn't hold back, and gently twitched his earlobe, staggered his eyes, bowed his head and whispered: "Don't look at me like that."

I wipe it!Zhu Jue's body that was still stiff just now softened in an instant, and his whole body was not well. He reached out and pushed his hand away, and his voice was hoarse in a different way: "It's you who don't look at me! Also, don't Move my ears!"

"Hehe..." Zhou Ting laughed again, reached out to give him a hug, and said in a coaxing tone, "Okay, I'm wrong, I'm sorry, I'll listen to you."

He straightened up and looked at Zhu Jue, touched his forehead, and sighed softly: "I really want you to grow up soon."

The slight heat on Zhu Jue's face didn't subside until he was on the way back to Yuxi Garden in the carriage. While watching the bullet screen and teasing, he scratched the cow inside the wall of the car, ruined, ruined, his wise and calm image was completely ruined !

·

Halfway through the carriage, the carriage stopped suddenly, and Shen Yupan's low voice came: "It's Princess Duanmin's carriage."

Zhu Jue came out this time in a low-level suit. He didn't drive his golden car that symbolizes his status, but an ordinary carriage, not even the maids. After all, most of the court ladies around him are well-known.

Shen Yupan changed his disguise and pretended to be a coachman, and he couldn't tell if he didn't look carefully.

Hearing this, Zhu Jue opened a corner of the carriage curtain, and sure enough, he saw Princess Duanmin's frame, probably influenced by him, Princess Duanmin also learned to build a western-style carriage similar to his, although It's not as magnificent as his, but it's not bad. It's all the way, clearing the way, guarding the guard, full of ostentation.

The two people who cleared the way in front rode forward on horseback, driving away pedestrians, very arrogant and domineering.

A child had no time to dodge and almost stepped on it. He stood in the middle of the road and burst into tears. A peasant woman ran up to hug the child, and then kowtowed to the group.

Zhu Jue frowned.

At this moment, a gentle male voice came from the carriage: "Quickly help this lady up."

Zhu Jue recognized Pei Yi's voice.

While ordering the peasant woman to get up, he got out of the carriage himself, went up to check it out himself, and then saluted the peasant woman with his hands together: "I'm sorry, but I'm really ignorant. Fortunately, the wife and the child were not injured." He said Then he took out a money bag and handed it to Madam, "I want to express my apology here, and I hope Madam will accept it."

The peasant woman was a little flattered, and she didn't know what to do with the child.

"Tell you to keep it, and you will keep it!" Princess Duanmin came out at some point, glared at the peasant woman impatiently, stretched out her hand and threw the purse at the peasant woman's feet, then pulled Pei Yi and walked back .

The peasant woman picked up the money bag and left in a hurry with the child in her arms, and the carriage continued to move forward.

After walking far away, the surrounding people suddenly talked about it, most of them praised Pei Yi as a man, and then felt sorry for him, thinking that he was completely cheated on because he saved Princess Duanmin, especially the matter that Princess Duanmin once liked Zhou Ting It was turned over again.

Zhu Jue didn't know whether he should complain about gossip about the people in the capital, or should he complain about Duanmin's relationship with Pei Yi without shy away from it?

However, Pei Yi really has an unusual mind and means. If he didn't know his true face, he might be like these common people, thinking that it's a pity that he deserves Princess Duanmin.

No matter what he wants to do, the situation he wants has obviously succeeded. If this continues to be subtle, I'm afraid that no matter what Princess Duanmin says in the future, everyone will favor him.

It's really a pity for the two of them, but it's not Pei Yi, but Princess Duanmin who is a pity.