Leng Huang only favors the prince concubine of the magical doctor

Chapter 26

At this moment, Sikong Zhuo felt regretful in his heart, and wanted to cry a lot, but even if he had tears, he still couldn't cry, was he cheating?

Moreover, this pose is really unattractive. For him who demands perfection in everything, it is really a blow and a test. It is estimated that after today, he will hate this pose very much, so he should think about it now. Next time When you want to run, what posture do you use?

Lan Qingqing looked at Sikong Zhuo's posture that had no sense of beauty at all, but, speaking of it, this person was good-looking, no matter what posture he took, he would never be ugly, just like this Sikong Zhuo, born a monster, Therefore, even though this posture is a bit unsuitable, it still looks much better than other people's.

After looking at it for a while, Lan Qingqing set her gaze on Sikong Ao who came in, "Do you have any ink?"

Sikong raised his eyebrows, is this girl going to paint again?However, he didn't know it before, but now he doesn't allow her to paint for other people, so he looked at Lan Qingqing fixedly, no matter how ordinary her face was, it still couldn't block her unique elegance, those eyes , is an existence that nothing can cover.

Lan Qingqing frowned, isn't this just for him to prepare pen and ink?Why did you stare at her and start researching without opening your mouth?Research?Damn, although Lan Qingqing is already mentally prepared that Sikong Ao may know her identity, but now that he is researching, does that mean, in fact, he is not very sure?
If Sikong Ao knew that looking at Lan Qingqing like this would make her think so much, she wouldn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Thinking of that possibility, Lan Qingqing hurriedly moved away from Sikong Aoyuan to avoid being discovered, then started to look around, and then found a pen and ink on the desk in the room.Well, that's right, I don't need you!

He went forward and took the brush in his hand, and then looked at the dried ink, alas, this ancient times is really troublesome, if this is modern, which one is not very convenient, the pen, the pencil, and the ballpoint pen?Forget it, that's all in the past, god horses are just clouds, let's just make do with it.

Put down the brush, then started to grind, then picked up the brush again, dabbed in the ink, then walked towards Sikong Zhuo.

Sikong Ao didn't move during the whole process, but when he saw Lan Qingqing walking towards Sikong Zhuo holding a brush, he flashed up to Lan Qingqing and snatched the brush from her hand. "Don't draw him!"

Damn, why not?Lan Qingqing looked at the empty hand, a little sullen.

"From now on, you can only paint me!" Sikong Ao said arrogantly.

This is... Lan Qingqing squinted her eyes, and then completely understood that Ganqing was simply lying to her ears, and others had already discovered her identity.Damn, only draw him?OK.

Therefore, Lan Qing smiled sweetly at Sikong proudly, "Your Highness said, but it is true? Of course, with His Highness as the best, we don't need that defective product!"

And Sikong Zhuo, who was regarded as a defective product, suddenly became confused in the wind.Damn, do you want to hit people like this?Who the fuck is a defective product?The prince obviously thinks that Yushu is more handsome, handsome and handsome than Pan An, so why did he become a defective product in the mouth of this ugly woman?Sure enough, it was in response to the remark that ugly people do more mischief.Woohoo, internal injury, this blow, one word, ruthless, two words, really ruthless, three words, quite ruthless.

Of course, when Sikong Zhuo was unable to speak, all of this could only be completely ignored.

And when Sikong Ao saw Lan Qingqing's expression, he knew that this girl was probably being funny, but he was still very satisfied with her words, yes, he was top-notch, as for the others, they were inferior Taste.

"So..." Sikongao raised his eyebrows, and looked at Lan Qingqing with a smile.

Lan Qingqing, Lan Hua, fortunately she figured it out, and found so many reasons.However, the name Lan Qingqing sounds nice, Qingqing, Kiss, or does it mean alluring country and city?
Sikong Ao's eyes gradually became hot, and Lan Qingqing suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.He stepped forward and snatched the brush from Sikong Ao's hand, "Of course I'm painting Your Highness!"

After the words were finished, a big and bright smile was attached. With this smile, his eyes immediately shone brightly like a bright moon. Sikong Ao flashed like a god, and then, tragically, he found that he couldn't move.Of course, Sikong Ao didn't show that he couldn't move at all, and he didn't even show a trace of shock, he just continued to stare at Lan Qingqing with scorching eyes.

Lan Qingqing's scalp went numb from Sikong Ao's gaze, damn it, is this man sick?What are you looking at?But right now, she doesn't care about these, because she is going to paint.

With the writing brush in hand, Lan Qingqing deliberately fiddled with it in front of Sikong Ao, but unfortunately a certain man didn't respond at all, and continued to look at her like that.

Annoyed, Lan Qingqing waved her big hand, brushed with a brush, and started painting with Sikong Ao's god-like face as rice paper.

Hmph, didn't you say you can only draw him?Then she will draw one that he will never forget.

According to the modern concept of time, a painting is freshly released in just one minute, and then...

"..." Sikong Zhuo laughed silently.

Although Sikong Ao couldn't see what was painted on his face at the moment, but because he was facing Sikong Zhuo, the smile in Sikong Zhuo's eyes was seen by Sikong Ao.

It's funny, isn't it?Sikong Ao shot a sharp look in the past, and suddenly Sikong Zhuo's smile froze in fright, his whole expression became very weird and distorted.

Damn, I was threatened again, why is it always me who gets hurt?Didn't you just smile?Why is this being seen too?Is it so difficult to find a smile these days?Heaven, earth, take me away!

Sikong Zhuo secretly flowed in his heart, but unfortunately, no one paid attention.

After Lan Qingqing finished painting, she began to appreciate it carefully. No matter whether she looked up or down, or looked left and right, it was 360 degrees without dead ends. Sure enough, she was born to be a painter. In modern times, it is definitely a generation of painting masters, but in modern times, what she likes most is medical skills, so for painting, it can only be used as a way to pass the time when you are bored. It is really a pity when you think about it. If she had become a painter instead of a doctor, she would probably be fine in modern times.Alas, I said too much, thought too much, and it was all tears.

Forget it, if you come here, you will be safe, and, so far, you have only encountered such a disturbing thing, met such a perverted person, and everything else is fine and perfect.

"Gulu, Gulu!" When Lan Qingqing was still feeling emotional, she suddenly felt embarrassed, and then looked outside to find out that it was already noon, that is to say, it was time to eat lunch, no wonder the stomach can play tricks.

(End of this chapter)