The Regent is my cat

Yangxi put the basket on the table, Yan Chen jumped out of the basket nimbly, squatted on the side, Jian Linqing kissed it with a smile, then looked at his movements, stroked the paintbrush in his hand, "This scene You can also enter the painting, take a nap first, and then paint when you get up."

As he spoke, he ordered someone to move the beauty couch, finished the unfinished painting on the table one by one, and then picked up the quiet and focused cats and cats to admire them together. Jian Linqing suddenly thought, "Our little Mao Let's put a stamp on the painting."

As he spoke, he hugged the cat in his arms, held a small furry paw, and used a brush dipped in peach powder to smear on the pink meat pad, with serious expressions on both the cat and the cat.

Yang Xi was amazed, "Your Highness, this cat is so obedient!"

Jian Linqing raised her eyebrows, "Our little furball is the most obedient kitten. It is quiet and well-behaved. It won't cause trouble to others at all. I hope it will be a little more noisy."

"why?"

Jian Linqing held the cat's paw and stamped a pink cat's paw print on the drawing paper, "If you are too obedient, you will feel that this little dumpling has a lot of things on its mind."

Yan Chen's heart trembled, and Jian Linqing took him to wash his hands. After cleaning each person and cat, he nestled in the beauty's couch.

The sunshine was really good. Yan Shen was sleeping in his den and looked at Jian Linqing. Yan Chen could tell that he was easily tired and lethargic. It was probably due to physical weakness. A few days ago, he asked Yun Lanlan to take his pulse He took a look at Jian Linqing's body, but was rejected.

But Yan Chen clearly still remembered the snow-white and bitter pill he took. Jian Linqing's body was really weak, why did he hide it from them?

On his side, he was worried about Jian Linqing's body. The latter took a warm nap in the sun heartlessly. When he woke up, the kitten beside him was still asleep. Jian Linqing got off the couch lightly, He casually tied up his loose long hair, and started drawing again, until he heard a soft and muffled landing sound next to his ears. He followed the sound and saw the orange-white cat that had just jumped onto the table.

Jian Linqing glanced at the height of the distance between the beauty couch and the table, and scratched the cat's nose, "It's quite powerful."

After he finished speaking, he went on to draw. Yan Chen looked at the painting, and the scene on the paper was exactly what he was drawing. The orange-white kitten squatted on the table, looking at the picture of Chunxi with himself as the protagonist, intently and obediently.

From the painting, we can see the artist's hard work. Every stroke is full of lines and gorgeous colors, which completely restore the current scene. The spring is so bright, and the kitten is so cute, which makes people feel warm and soft.

However, there is no artist himself in this painting.

Without Jian Linqing.

Jian Linqing was already coloring, with a relaxed and happy expression, and he didn't seem to want to paint himself in. Yan Chen didn't know why he didn't paint himself in, but just looking at the painting, he felt that the cat in the painting was a bit lonely.

When the painting was finished, it was almost dusk. Yan Chen was hugged by Jian Linqing. They watched the dusk together and the clouds with strange and magnificent colors. He heard Jian Linqing whisper, "It's so beautiful."

The tone is sad.

After dinner, when Yan Chen squatted on the table and looked at Jian Lin's green grinding jade, he was still thinking about that sentence, why did it sound so sad?

He suddenly discovered that the information he found was not enough for him to understand Jian Linqing. He even said that even if he knew Jian Linqing's experience so far, it was just a cold, emotionless narrative. Let's start with Jian Linqing.

All their communications so far have been superficial, guarding against each other, concealing, disguising, each with their own ideas, even if he is willing to face each other sincerely, but everything has just begun, Jian Linqing's attitude towards him is the same as before, but Yan Chen I'm a little anxious.

He was eager to understand Jian Linqing, wanted to get her attitude that was the same as that of a cat, wanted to know why she was in poor health, why she was not good at riding a horse, and wanted to know about the past that he had not participated in.

He hasn't been loved for too long, so that he has tasted the sweetness, so he instinctively and greedily chases after it, wanting to make that love a little more and last longer.

Jian Linqing raised his eyes and saw his little chubby cat staring at him motionlessly, he couldn't help laughing, turned his body, and smacked his hairy forehead.

He didn't move after the babbling, and was rubbed against his face by the cat as expected. The kitten's fur was thin and soft, and when it rubbed against his face, it was numb, soft, and a little itchy. He couldn't help but feel a little bit Rubbing back, one person and one cat were intimate for a while and then continued to grind jade.

He turned the spring on the mound machine. This kind of mound machine was specially made by the craftsmen in the palace. It can be carved once polished.

Everything was quiet and peaceful. The sound of grinding jade was not violent, but it was rustling softly, like the leaves being blown by the wind. Yan Chen felt a little drowsy when he heard it. He looked at Jian Linqing with his head.

There was a crisp knock on the door, and Yang Xi communicated outside the door, "Your Highness, Aunt He is here."

The author has something to say: This chapter is relatively short, I think it’s good to stop here, there will be an update after two o’clock, even if it’s a Sunday update~