Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 125
Chapter 125
Shen Qingyi turned her head to look at him, thinking she had guessed right, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Second Miss is the daughter of Duke Zheng's mansion, and the niece of Concubine Min, with a distinguished status.

And your master is not favored, if you want to go straight to the sky, you must find a backer, no one is more suitable than her, isn't it?

King Ning has been running to our Zheng Guogong's mansion recently, and this is what he wanted to fight, I know it all. "

While talking, she picked up the Langhao brush and continued to paint, as if she didn't take this matter to heart at all.

The man's complexion suddenly became gloomy, and the smile in his eyes was slowly frozen, his long and narrow eyes were narrowed, looking at him with no warmth, but the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Shen Qingyi wore a plain long dress today, a light lotus color, with no other accessories except for a pair of oriental pearl earrings on the earlobe.

When you are serious about painting, you are like a lotus flower out of water, swinging gently with the wind.

Delicate color, pure beauty, people can not help but give birth to the idea of ​​picking.

The man has not spoken, his eyes are deep and deep, like a pool of cold water, and the expression in his eyes cannot be seen clearly.

Finally, when Shen Qingyi finished writing, she leaned over and suddenly wrapped her arms around her waist.

"Your picture of plum blossoms is as beautiful as it is beautiful, but something is missing, haven't you noticed?"

Shen Qingyi has always attached great importance to the embroidery templates. Hearing what he said, she was immediately distracted and didn't even notice his ambiguous posture.

"What's missing?"

The corner of the man's mouth was slightly hooked, his eyes were gentle and elegant, and there was a thin smile on his lips.

He held her hand again, staying in the upper right corner of the painting.

"A good painting should be accompanied by a good poem. You are missing a poem here, and you are missing a bit of elegance."

After finishing the sentence, he held her hand, picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, pondered for a while, and then wrote down the pen.

Rouge, peach cheeks and pear pollen make up the makeup of Hanmei.

Shen Qingyi looked at the writing in the pen, wandering and looking up, tolerance and romance, rigidity like iron painting, charming like a silver hook, really good calligraphy!

Even the meaning of the poem is ignored.

"Ah, I suddenly thought, wouldn't it be better if these poems were also embroidered on the embroidery?"

In a flash of inspiration, Shen Qingyi thought of a new improvement method for embroidery and cheered happily.

The man looked at the girl in front of him with a smile on his brows and eyes, more dazzling than the plum blossoms outside the window.

In a daze, she suddenly raised her head to look at him, the two were close at hand, smelling each other.

"Your handwriting is so good, I sigh to myself, my aunt always said my handwriting was not good enough, I think she suppressed me on purpose.

Seeing your calligraphy today is really an eye-opener. Sure enough, there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

I don't know if you can help me write a few more ink treasures, I want to embroider them on embroidery, literati must like it very much. "

After the man was stunned, he smiled helplessly.

"Are you asking me to help you earn money? Then you will pay me?"

Shen Qingyi didn't expect him to say that, her little face was blushing.

"Of course, as a guard, you probably don't have much moon silver.

In addition, King Ning is so unfavored, life is not going well, right?

Don't look at my young age, I have already opened an embroidery shop, pocket money, no one can compare with me.

It's just that I don't reveal my wealth on weekdays, so as to save myself from being envied and getting myself into trouble for no reason. "

The man's expression was very strange, especially when he heard the first sentence, his expression was like eating some food that had turned rotten.

It took a long time before he let go of her hand, with a slightly mournful voice.

"Yes, my life is really hard."

When Shen Qingyi heard this, she felt more and more pitiful for him, and said a few more words of comfort.

Because of calligraphy, the atmosphere between the two finally eased, and they sat together in front of the window.

One for painting, one for poetry.

The snow is shining outside the window, and the house is warm as spring.

(End of this chapter)