Your Majesty, you are under arrest

"Hush..." Bei Tangshuo put his index finger to his mouth, walked around the screen lightly and walked to the soft couch where Wen Xining was lying, and studied her sleeping face from left to right. A wicked smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Quan'er couldn't see what was going on behind the screen, and continued to copy the things in her hand, but before writing a few strokes, she saw Beitangshuo appearing ghostly by her desk, and before she could react, his face was full of evil Smiling and floating back behind the screen.

Bei Tangshuo squatted down and looked at Wen Xining's face carefully again. The smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider. He raised his right hand behind his back suddenly, and an evil pen soaked in ink suddenly appeared on the screen. on his hand.

Draw on the left and trace on the right, after staring at it for a few seconds, I added a few more strokes, then with a look of completion on my face, I took the big brush and swung it backwards, slammed it onto the screen, and then slowly fell along the screen Come down and draw a long inkblot.

Bei Tangshuo folded his arms and looked at Wen Xining who was still asleep on the couch, giggling.

Wen Xining in her sleep only felt a tickle on her face, and after a while she felt comfortable again, but there was a slight laughter in her ears, and she opened her eyes curiously, only to see a beautiful woman in a white dress The man was looking at him with his extremely cute baby face and giggling.

Touching his cheek with his right hand, he said to himself: "It's really haunting, I still want to dream about this fool in my dreams."

Painfully moved his left hand, which was sore from supporting his body all the time, turned over annoyed and wanted to continue to sleep, but just as he closed his eyes, a flattering voice came from his ear: "Mistress, take a look, Shuo'er Does the painting look good?"

What to draw?

Opening her eyes in a daze, a mirror appeared in front of her eyes. Inside the mirror was a cat's face, with three mustaches protruding from the corners of the mouth on both sides, a black circle was dotted on the nose, and written in the middle of the forehead. With a big character for king, this cat-like and tiger-like appearance is really ridiculous.

Reminiscent of the tickling feeling in his sleep just now, and Bei Tangshuo's words that seemed to be asking for credit, the fool will understand whose masterpiece it is.

"Beitangshuo!" Wen Xining yelled and jumped up, but she didn't realize that Beitangshuo who was holding a mirror was standing behind her. With this jump, she bumped into his chin , and because her sleeping position made her body a little stiff, the reaction of this slamming bounced her back, and she fell straight to the ground.

Quan'er could only hear a crackling sound from behind the screen, and she hurriedly dropped the brush and ran over, but only saw the young lady laying on the prince's body, the two of them were still talking to each other, blushing immediately, and hurriedly Covering her eyes, she turned around and said, "Quan'er didn't see anything, Quan'er didn't see anything."