The prince's backyard is on fire: the story of dragging the princess and fighting the husband

Chapter 159 Is there such a handsome poodle as me 4
Except Poppy.

There is also Li Qingzhao's eternally famous "Like a Dream Order".

Although his handwriting is flamboyant, Wu Mei can still recognize him anyway.

Because the characters he wrote are all in simplified characters, not traditional characters that make people tangled up.

Luo Minghui is painting a beautiful girl.

Long hair fluttering, white dress fluttering in the wind.

The bright sunshine shone on her body, making her look full of youth and vitality.

Wu Mei was startled, and said, "How can you draw such a picture?"

This painting has a strong modern atmosphere and colors.

Luo Minghui didn't look up either.

He continued to paint and said, "Tell me, big beautiful girl, brother, what kind of painting should I draw?"

Wu Mei pursed her lips slightly, and said: "You should draw Jiangnan like smoke and mist, with small bridges and flowing water, people with black awning boats, and a rich family. The daughter of a rich family folded an apricot flower in her hand and leaned against the window. forward."

She said, smiled, looked at him, and continued talking.

"Looking at the ethereal dream-like beauty outside, and the man in white standing against the wind on the black-covered boat."

She seemed to immerse herself in the wonderful dream that was weaving.

With a slight smile on his face, with a touch of shyness.

Then, he said: "That should be a handsome man with a tall and slender figure, holding a jade flute in his hand, standing on the bow of the boat, his clothes fluttering."

Luo Minghui seemed to be brought into this ethereal and picturesque realm by him.

He listened, a little lost in thought.

As Wu Mei said, she raised her eyes and glanced at him.

She stretched out her fingers as thin as spring onions to his chin, and picked them lightly.

Full of jokes, he said: "Hey, Luo Minghui, you look so cute when you're engrossed, you're so silly, just like the poodle I used to raise."

Three black lines hung down from Luo Minghui's forehead.

A group of crows flew happily in the sky.

Ga. . .quack. . .Quack quack. . . . .

He wiped his sweat and said, "Is there such a handsome poodle as me?"

(End of this chapter)