Is the prince jealous today?

"Young master, do you think it's here?"

Liu Yi heard the voice, came back to her senses, looked outside the car: "Go ahead."

"Okay." The coachman waved his whip and shouted again, and the car continued to move forward.

The number of shops along the street gradually increased, and the doors were repaired more and more complicatedly. The signboard of Jiusi Teahouse was very conspicuous.Liu Yi looked at the signboards outside the car and smiled, especially when he saw the one with the style of the Western Regions, his smile was even bigger.

Immediately, he frowned and asked in doubt: "That store was only opened last year, why did it close?"

The coachman followed his gaze and said with a smile: "This little one doesn't know, maybe he can't do it anymore?"

Liu Yin hummed and didn't speak again.

The car drove slowly out of the main street of West Street, and the number of shops on the street gradually decreased. Liu Yi turned her head to look at the wine shop again, wrapped her cloak tightly, and pointed to the driver.

The carriage stopped beside a big willow tree, Liu Yi paid the silver and was about to get out of the carriage, the driver asked with a smile: "Master, do you still need the carriage later? Wait here, young one?"

"No." Liu Yi waved his hand, and pushed open the old wooden door in front of him. The wooden door was old and neglected, and it creaked non-stop when he pushed it.

"Who is it?" An old voice sounded, just by listening to the voice, one knew that a few words over half a hundred were not enough.

Liu Yi didn't like to listen to the sound of wooden doors, so she simply increased her strength and quickly pushed the door open.

The space in the room is not small, but there are a lot of things, and they are piled up randomly, which looks cramped. Liu Yi stretched out his head to look, and finally saw someone behind the mess of papers.

"Who is it?" the man asked again.

"The person who ordered the painting. I made an appointment with you a few days ago."

Liu Yi stepped into the room, grabbed the door knocker, tried twice but failed to close the two doors, he reluctantly pursed his lips, adjusted his direction, tried again, and finally blocked the cold wind from the door.

Looking at the two wooden doors that were closed together, Liu Yi inadvertently showed a faint smile. In the past few months, she has recovered from her illness. Quick closing skills.

The ancient carved wooden door is not as easy to close as the door in the previous life. The speed of both hands needs to be about the same, and the angle should not be too biased. Before the clock arrives, the Tyrannosaurus rex can close the door tightly.

"Do you want to draw portraits?" The people in the room looked up at Liu Yi, then casually pointed to the wooden chair, "Go and sit there."

Liu Yi stopped laughing, and sat down on the wooden chair as instructed. The chair was probably about the same age as the wooden door, and as soon as he sat on it, it started to squeak.

He was so frightened that he hurriedly lifted his butt, for fear that if he accidentally sat down on the chair, he would be asked for more compensation in addition to the high painting fee.

"Just wearing a cloak?" The artist finally raised his head again after finishing the painting on the table with a few strokes.

After thinking about it, Liu Yi took off the cloak: "No."

The painter has nothing to do, after Liu Yi put down his cloak, he looked at him carefully.

He looks in his early twenties, with plain clothes, a dark blue belt, and a dark blue edging around the collar. Most of his black hair is tied behind his head, leaving a little on each side of his forehead. His eyebrows and eyes are smiling, but he looks good.

The painter was quite satisfied, so he took out a piece of white paper and spread it on the table: "You look pretty good, drawing you doesn't mean I've stained my pen."

Liu Yi blinked her eyes, resisted the urge to complain, adjusted her sitting posture according to the artist's instructions, and said something helpful.

This painter was connected with Jiang Taifu because he said a lot of good things. It is said that he is the national pen of the capital, and the things he paints are hard to find.

When I knew the Northwest United, I expected that there would be a day of separation. At that time, I could take away Qi Jian's Dan Qing, and I should leave something for Qi Jian. It's best to think about it and see it of.

Knowing that her painting skills are not good enough, Liu Yi decided to leave the professional work to professional people, so she contacted her early and made an appointment. Speaking of the date, this matter was delayed.

Of course, the third prince didn't come here to remind him of the date, Liu Yi frowned slightly thinking of the meaning behind Hua Qiong's words.

"Still painting or not?" The painter put down his pen, his voice displeased.

"Painting and painting." Liu Yi kept apologizing, seeing that the artist finally picked up the brush again, she was silently relieved.

It is said that this painter is really good at painting and has a really weird temper. In the interview before the painting, if he is too unattractive to drive people away on the spot, he will not say anything.

But if he could really leave a good-looking portrait for the little tyrannosaurus rex, it would be worth it for the old man to bear his temper. Liu Yi maintained a smile on his face, complaining in his heart for a while, and couldn't help but start thinking about what happened just now.

Just now, Liu Yi sat in the car for a long time, jumped out of the car to stretch his muscles and bones, but happened to meet the third prince and several ministers coming out of the palace gate.

Face to face, it was too late to hide in the car, especially the third prince's little memory, the ministers heard it clearly, and they also called Shi Zifei.

Liu Yi gritted his teeth and finished greeting, and then listened to them muttering for a long time, and realized that in the warm pavilion, the emperor really mentioned the matter of leading troops to aid the west.

"Guess what Qi Jian said?" The third prince had a smile on his face, but gloated in his eyes.

Liu Yi rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"He said that you are a member of the Qi family, so you can't show your face." In Hua Qiong's eyes, gloating was stronger, staring at Liu Yi, waiting for his reaction.

"Oh." Liu Yi nodded, she couldn't tell whether she was happy or not, but the corners of her mouth were not less than a little bit, and her eyes still seemed to be smiling.

Unwilling, Hua Qiong lowered her voice: "Aren't you angry?"

"There's nothing to be angry about." Liu Yi didn't know why.

"He wants to cut off your wings and trap you for the rest of his life, and he can use you to tie the Liu family and the Qi family into the same boat. Don't be fooled." Hua Qiong leaned forward after speaking, obviously Want to be closer to Liu Yi.

Liu Yichao backed away and opened the distance between the two of them: "Third Prince is worried about you, but what Qing Yu said is the truth, as the wife of the Qi family, I really shouldn't show my face in public."

The third prince didn't expect him to say that, he was stunned for a while, and then said: "Xiao Yi, you don't understand what this means? You can't show your face, you can't lead troops, are you willing to let this military power fall into the hands of others? Not to mention Liu General, you are still trapped in Longnan, waiting for your rescue."

Thinking of his father and the Northwest War, Liu Yi was depressed, and subconsciously wanted to purse his lips, but suddenly remembered that he was doing a painting, so he hurriedly sat up straight and gave up pursing his lips.

The artist's frowning brows stretched out again, dipped some ink, and landed on the paper: "Although your appearance is not bad among men, it is not perfect after all. If you move around, I will stop painting."

Liu Yi blinked her eyes, but didn't dare to make a sound.

"Keep your head up."

"Turn your face to the side, if it's too much, turn it back."

"The smile is more obvious, it's not to make you fake smile. Don't grin, do you understand with a smile?"

After talking about it, the painter probably said that he was tired, so he said helplessly: "Forget it, relax, anyway, you look like this, no matter how you paint, you will be like this."

Liu Yi responded with a smile, and rolled her eyes silently in her heart, at least she was praised for growing up with the jade tree facing the wind, no matter how bad it is, it won't be ugly, right?I don't know what can be considered stunning in the heart of this national pen?

At the end of the sitting, Liu Yi's face almost became stiff with laughter, and her legs began to feel numb, and she finally hoped that the painter finally put down the pen.

The painter pointed to the tabletop: "That's it, take it."

Liu Yi picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, and sighed sincerely: "You are worthy of being a national pen."

The painter sighed: "It is impossible to paint a tiger. It is only similar in shape, but not in spirit."

Liu Yi: ...Who are you talking about like a dog?

"It's a pity for this piece of paper, and it's a pity for my pen." The painter was obviously not satisfied with the painting, and he kept muttering when Liu Yi said goodbye, "No matter who's disciple is next time, don't come if it's not stunning. Find me."

With her feet out the door, Liu Yi couldn't help it, and turned around: "Old man, you keep saying that you are stunning, what kind of beauty is it that you can call stunning?"

The painter rolled his eyes and stared at him: "What? You are not convinced that you are not good-looking?"

"That can't be done, I'm just curious." Liu Yi rubbed her nose and put the painting carefully into the box.

"If you want to talk about stunning beauty, there is only one person in the capital who can catch my eyes."

Liu Yi thought of something, his heart moved slightly, and he licked his lips uncomfortably: "That is, who is it?"

When he left the painting garden, the sun was already in the west, Liu Yi wrapped his cloak tightly and chose the right direction, walking towards West Street.

To be able to get the praise of the Chinese pen who loves painting like his life and has a vicious vision is stunning, the little Tyrannosaurus rex is really good, licking his lips, thinking of Qi Jian's appearance, Liu Yi also has to admit that he really deserves the word "stunning".

That's great, the little tyrannosaurus rex in the prosperous age is his own, Liu Yi smiled intentionally, but couldn't move the corners of his mouth.

Seeing Liusi faintly turning green on the side of the street, he sighed faintly, this capital is so beautiful, and the blooming spring in this world is about to be pushed away by himself.

Tightening her fingers slightly, Liu Yi pressed the wooden box to her chest, took a deep breath, and shook her head like a self-deprecating, what can I do to win Qing Yu's favor, so that he can hold tenderness in front of her eyes?And the first time was not enough, and the second time?

Isn't it enough to hurt him once?Knowing that happiness can't last long, why give him hope?Give hope, and then push it away, is the heart beating in the chest made of iron?Liu Yi pursed her lips and pressed into her chest, a little out of breath.

Holding the wooden box, leaning against the tree trunk, slowly closed his eyes.After a while, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes, still dizzy.

He closed his eyes again and endured for a while, until the dizziness faded away, then he curled his lips, opened his eyes again, and quickened his pace toward West Street.

It's a pity, I wanted to buy some Western Region delicacies to bring to Qi Jian, but the store closed.Fortunately, there is a hundred-year-old shop near that shop, and the preserved fruits sold are deeply loved by Qi Jian.

Thinking of the preserved fruit, Liu Yi gasped and covered her teeth, she didn't know how the little Tyrannosaurus Rex could eat such a sour preserved crabapple fruit.

However, Qi Jian seems to really like sour food. Every time she came to West Street, she went to arrange the pastry shop by herself, and Qi Jian went to the preserved fruit shop next door.

At the beginning, what Qi Jian bought was either dried plums or dried apricots, and what she bought herself were basically sweet snacks.

Later, when Qi Jian bought dried plums, she would also buy extra osmanthus candies and pine nut candies. Before buying osmanthus cakes and kidney bean rolls, she always remembered to weigh some mung bean cakes without sugar first.

Looking at the sky, Liu Yi shook his head and thought of the queuing at the entrances of the two shops, and decided to only buy preserved fruits today.

Walking a few steps quickly, turning a corner, he saw the fronts of two shops. Liu Yi bypassed the crowd of pastry shops and went straight to the end of the candied fruit shop line. Look in the direction of the pastry shop.