Heavenly Star

Ye Shuiyao's yard is separated from his only wall, some unexpectedly, the layout of the courtyard is much simpler than his. The bare ground has only a stone table and four stone stools around it, as well as a clear pool on the side. A green lotus in the pool is inclined with the wind and is filled with pods to let go. There is nothing else.

And it's too quiet here, like no one's staying in it.

Ye Wuchen's eyes swept away and a warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, leading Snow to the gently closed room in the middle. Then gently push open the hidden door.

“Out!”

Haven't stepped in yet, a cold enough voices that don't contain any sensation * * colors come from inside, then calm down again, no other sounds coming out.

Snowflake paused, looked at his brother with questioning eyes, and was gently pulled in by Mitsune. Ye Wuchen's footsteps did not have any pause, as if he had not heard that cold drink.

Her pale daughter, Xiang Xuexue, took a light sip of Ye Wuchen, sweeping the girl's room with her eyes, and then looked at the woman in the room who was turning her back on them. She was dressed in a light blue dress, her long skirt draped over her legs and feet, and her long, bright black hair lay casually on the shoulder, slim waist, long body, tall body does not fall below Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen couldn't help but admire in the dark. He deserved to be worshipped as one of the three great demons of the heavenly dragon kingdom. The only shadow is the clock of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She was only 19 years old, but some of them were of such stature that they were rarely seen among women. You know, Ye Wuchen seems a little thin, but he's tall... if you use the unit of memory, it's also at 1? centimetres or more.

At this time, she lay a white roll of paper in front of her eyes, painted her hands slightly, heard footsteps, she did not turn back, but repeated once again the cold sentence: "Out! ”

“It is also your brother who has lived and died for a year. Instead of greeting him, you are the sister who ordered him to be expelled. Hey, what a shame to be my brother.” Ye Wuchen admired her warm jade, white pride cream pair of fine softness, and revealed snow-white pink half-cutting neck, which is very grudgingly said. He couldn't name his parents, but the sister was absolutely right.

The woman finally turned her back with a pause in her arm. Ye Wuchen also finally saw her true face. For a moment, the world in front of him suddenly became much brighter. If there were stones thrown into the heart lake, it would cause countless fluctuations and ripples. Her five officers are exquisite, her eyebrows are fine, her figure is Yeon Yeon, her eyes are luxurious, her attitude is gently dusty, and she looks like a fairy. Though slightly wider, a light blue dress still raised high in the chest, causing Ye Wuchen's eyes to stay on it independently for a moment, losing heart.

It's just that her face is frozen, not thin and angry, but invisible, releasing a chill that rejects people thousands of miles away. Even when she saw her younger brother, who she thought was dead and hadn't seen for a whole year, she still couldn't see the slightest pleasure in her face, but rather blurred her eyebrows. Because her brother-in-law had never been entered by a man, even her brother and father. And this brother, who had just returned, now stood in front of her, gave her a sense of alienation, as if he had changed bones.

“Just come back, get out. ”

She looked at Ye Wuchen and snow, retracted her gaze, said a cold word, and turned around again. Even the snowflake brutality of the snow did not attract her gaze, as if nothing in the world could bring her inner ripples.

Ye Wuchen's shoulder shrugged... all said that she was half a mother, how could this sister be like an ice sculpture, and still be the kind that is difficult to melt?

He couldn't help but recall that Long Zhengyang had said with a bitter smile, even though he was a prince, Ye Shuiyao had never looked at him with a straight eye.

At this time, she wrote a light drawing. As the brush danced, a magnificent mountain peak appeared on the paper. Each peak was drawn from the foot of the peak to the top of the peak, straight from the bottom of the paper to the top, the steep wall of the cliff, the long and full picture. This 19-year-old woman, no matter the pen, ink, and seal, has been the realm of a generation of priests. The only wonderful peak she has under her hands is Shaw, the atmosphere is pounding, making people look like they are in front of the mountain, looking up.

Ye had no choice but to shake her head in darkness. Although she was skilled in her pen, she lacked a spiritual energy. Although the painting was Cool Shaw's real object, she added a few stiff points. Perhaps most people in the world do, and even this fairy cheap sister is inescapable of vulgarity.

“Women often paint flowers and water, but few women like to paint mountains, and the pride and atmosphere of the mountains may not suit you. And if you want green mountain water and the unseen world, you can go out and play with the water, why do you have to keep your own room and send love to the painting?” Ye Wuchen's voice said softly, then shook his head and sighed: “Sister's painting skills are already exhilarating. Few people in the world believe that she can beat her sister, but... unfortunately, the picture's situation is too bad. ”

Ye Shuiyao turned a deaf ear and continued to paint lightly on his hand, but his eyebrows slightly faded.

Suddenly, the white shadow shook in front of her, a soft pair of hands had been covered over her right hand, she subconsciously withdrew her hand, just about to drink cold, but found that her brush had been pinched in her hand by Ye Wuchen, and sometime a blank piece of paper had been restated on the table, covering her unfinished painting.

“Painting mountains is not about peaks full of paper, standing on top of the ground, or even having to paint the full picture of mountains. ”

As he spoke, his right hand had begun to swing rapidly, his eyes dropped, his face was calm, and his smile was faint. Ye Shuiyao's face was tranced. Instead of drinking cold, he looked over the drawing paper and his eyes were full of shock.

His hands seemed slimmer and whiter than those of a woman. At this time, because of the speed of pendulum, a white shadow of paper was shaken, and a strange cloud was leaping on the paper. For more than a dozen seconds, it had been a cloud wave and weather. Then his posture turned, and over the clouds, a few pennies, several high and low peaks appeared.

Ye Shuiyao's eyes suddenly released an unusual color. He did not paint the feet and waist of the peaks at all. Only a faint outline of the hidden peaks in the cloud sea, but it made one cannot help but imagine and marvel that the peak height is out of the spectacle of the cloud. Compared to the mountain peaks full of paper and simply paint the full picture of the mountains, the difference in meaning is really between heaven and earth.

And the whole painting, he took less than a minute!

“Hidden in the cloudy mountains of Hudao, it beats his wall by 10,000 kilometers! Paint the mountain, draw the cloud first,” Ye Wuchen smiled slightly, re-inked the brush, then put it back into Ye Shuiyao's hand, while the palms naturally caressed her back. Her hands were as thin as snow and warm as balls.

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