Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 57: Throwing Himself into Her Arms 1
"what!"

Qian Shangxian was startled, staggered backwards and fell off the chair.

On the solid and hard floor, Qian Shangxian sat on the ground and rubbed his sore buttocks. The people who made these paintings are really strange. Why are all the paintings half-cut?Startled her.

Standing up from the ground, Qian Shangxian felt as if a pair of eyes were watching behind him, and turned around suddenly, but there was nothing behind him.

Shaking his head, Qian Shangxian picked up the broom leaning against the wall and started to clean.

She felt a little regretful, and it was good to be nice to her. Although she felt a little strange, everything seemed to be quite natural.

She is the young master's personal maid, who serves the young master.She doesn't need to do anything when the young master is away, it's normal, right?

However, she chose to ask "cheaply", well, now she has put such a heavy workload on herself...

Alright, Qian Shangxian nodded, let’s start now, otherwise we won’t be able to finish it before dinner!
Tong Ling stood outside the door with an erratic figure. She was always there, but Qian Shangxian couldn't see it, because Qian Shangxian was a mortal with naked eyes, so it was difficult to detect her existence.

Gritting her teeth, Tong Ling regretted that she was so reckless before. Fortunately, the young master didn't pursue it. If she pursued it, she would soon find out that it was her fault.

Where did this mortal attract the young master?Compared with herself, she has nothing at all!
The monster energy in the body suddenly ran wildly, Tong Ling quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said to himself: "No, if this continues, I have not used this half of the monster pill for my own use, and I will be killed by her." Get 'pissed off' to death!"

……

In the following days, Bai Ranche didn't know what he was doing, he left early and returned late, as if he was very busy.

Calculating the time, more than half a month has passed, and there are still ten days left before a whole month will be completed. By then, I will get my salary, slap my ass and leave!
Carrying the broom on his shoulders, Qian Shangxian looked around. He just swept it yesterday, and it was quite clean. There should be no need to sweep it again.

but……

Qian Shangxian looked at the closed door. The young master said that without his permission, he could not enter that room.

She went there once when she first came here, but she didn't look carefully, but there are scrolls everywhere, and the young master seems to like painting.

Looking back, Qian Shangxian took a deep breath, hesitated, and pushed open the door gently.

As soon as the door opened, Qian Shangxian opened her mouth in surprise. The room was very clean and tidy. The pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the desk were also neatly arranged. There was a big jar next to the desk, which was full of collected scrolls. There are also scrolls on the bookshelves, and this place looks like a stall selling paintings.

How much does this person like to draw?
There is an unfinished painting on the desk, it seems that it is only half painted, it is still a portrait of a woman without a face.

This person is really strange. Why did he draw so many strange portraits of women without faces?

Walking forward, Qian Shangxian looked at the painting carefully. In the painting, the faceless woman has a graceful figure, with one hand behind her back, and the other lightly sticking to the skirt, her hair fluttering in the breeze, her clothes The coat flutters like a fairy.

Behind her is a huge flower garden. In the center of the flower garden, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, and the clouds are shrouded in mist, like a fairyland in the clouds.

In fact, I saw it in the hall just now. Although the backgrounds are different, the poses of the women inside are also different. Together with the picture of her back in the room, Qian Shangxian has a sense of déjà vu.

(End of this chapter)