The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

She suddenly moved her eyes away, suppressing the faint pain in her heart.Turning to look at the portrait of the woman again, my heart skipped a beat!

In the painting, there is a woman with a delicate and gentle appearance, a pair of big eyes that are watery, as if she can talk, full of aura.

The small mouth seemed to be raised but not turned up, as if she was being coquettish, or thinking of some bad idea...

This is a fine brushwork painting, from the woman's strand of hair to the folds of the clothes, it is vividly drawn, it seems that the woman can walk out of the painting in the blink of an eye.

Feng Qingyu is naturally familiar with this woman's face, it is exactly her appearance before Nirvana... [

There is also a line of words under the painting: "Qing Yu, Master is here, I will pick you up..."

The font is dripping, flamboyant and phoenix dancing, powerful and powerful, as if it is about to break through the paper...

Feng Qingyu is quite good at calligraphy and painting, and from this line of writing, she can faintly feel a sense of sadness and nowhere to complain.

It seems that the man who painted this painting wanted to turn back the time by using his overturning hand, and then went to that lonely place to rescue the trapped beloved woman, and said to the beloved woman: "Qingyu, Master is here to pick you up..."

Her eyes were slightly sore, Feng Qingyu raised her hand and rubbed it, the door creaked, and a clear voice sounded like jade: "Qingyu, come here, it's time to eat."

Feng Qingyu turned her head and saw Di Shiyin walking in flutteringly, and put a few side dishes and snacks on the table, the fragrance wafted to her nostrils, it was her favorite flavor ever.

It turned out that he was going to prepare dinner——

This situation is a bit familiar, it seems that several years ago, when he was with her, whenever she was hungry or tired, he would make a table of delicious food to reward her...

Feng Qingyu's heart pounded again, and she suddenly felt that she couldn't stand his tenderness.

She pursed her lips: "I can't eat the grain now, not to mention I ate half a ginseng fruit last night, so I'm not hungry."

Di Shiyin raised his eyebrows, with a half-smile: "Aren't you hungry? Then eat with me. Any more food won't support you. Could it be that you still want to lose weight now?"

In the past, she had no restraint every time she ate what he made, and when she was full, she would roll in his arms and complain, fearing that she would gain weight, and clamored to lose weight, which made him rub her belly every time to exercise digestion , and often kneaded and kneaded on the bed——

Feng Qingyu: "..." The memory is like a tide, coming up from time to time.

With a flash of her skill, he grabbed her little hand and sat down at the table: "You are not hungry, but I am a little hungry. Come, eat with me." Put a pair of chopsticks into her little hands.

"Knock, knock—" Suddenly there were a few taps outside.

Di Shiyin raised his eyebrows, it would be someone else who could come in at this time: "Lian Yue, what's the matter?"

"Master, are you feeling better?" He asked in a respectful voice as there were clouds and moons hidden outside the door.

"It's okay, you step back." Di Shiyin replied lazily, he didn't want to be disturbed at this time.

"Master, this disciple has something to report."

"What's the matter?"

"A woman named Qing Huan came from outside the garden. She said she was your disciple and wanted to see the master—" Bleak 