Back to the Snow

Chapter 186 Mu Lan's Strangeness

They just know that this painter is admired by the current emperor, and he is the favorite of countless concubines in the harem.

When Mu Lan arrived, she saw such a scene.

I can't help but sigh, this is so naive and sometimes eccentric, a painter with such outstanding painting skills is actually a painting himself.

However, it will eventually break.

Stepping forward, he shouted, "Lord Luo!"

Hearing this, the elegant man turned his head and waited for the next sentence with a gentle smile.

Mu Lan bowed slightly and reported: "Lord Luo, Master Cang please move to Tai Hospital."

Too hospital?
It won't be a shadow...

"Okay. Wait for a while." The warm voice flowed slowly, like a hot spring in this cold and snow-colored world, making people suddenly warm up.

A maidservant came forward to help clean up.

His slender fingers brushed across the painting, and the warm voice asked again: "Has Ying'er not caused any trouble for you at the hospital recently?"

The voice with laughter is as warm as the spring breeze.

The brown-clothed boy stood aside, respectfully: "No."

Lifting his eyes like clear springs, he saw the expression of the boy in brown clothes who hesitated to speak.

Turning around, he said to the palace man who was packing up the painting tools beside him, "Order it as before, and send it back to Xi Painting Studio."

The palace man replied: "Yes."

Brushing off the snow that accidentally got on his body, Luo Xi said, "Let's go. Don't make Mr. Cang wait too long."

"Yes." The brown-clothed boy slightly lowered his head, and then gradually walked out of the plum forest following the light blue.

But in my heart, I suddenly became nervous.

Because he doesn't know what will happen next.

The snow on the road has been swept away, as if it had never fallen.

Mu Lan followed Luo Xi closely to the Tai Hospital, but her mind was so lost that she didn't know where to go.

So when Luo Xi stood still and looked at him quietly, he didn't notice it for a long time.

After reacting, he smiled awkwardly, and then apologized again and again: "Lord Luo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was thinking about other things just now."

The spring-like eyes are as quiet as a calm lake, and the warm voice flows slowly: "I don't know why Mr. Cang is looking for me? You must know, right?"

(End of this chapter)