Black-bellied Goddess: The Demon King of Cold Love Abducts Home

Chapter 272 Style
"If you don't use it, it's a waste of discoloration." Lan Xuanyuan said in a supplementary manner, wiping the blood on his hand with the handkerchief Feng Qinghuang handed over, and didn't take the blood and injury seriously.

But thinking about Lan Xuanyuan's serious injuries because of Prajna, he was full of energy and ran around, the small injuries here are really nothing to Lan Xuanyuan.

It's just that Feng Qinghuang was shocked by Lan Xuanyuan's behavior for a moment.Lan Xuanyuan bleeds her blood to be used as paint in public, but if Feng Qinghuang doesn't use it, it seems a bit hypocritical.

And this blood stain made Feng Qinghuang suddenly think of what to draw, the manjusawa in the underworld, Feng Qinghuang was fascinated by the manjusawa when she went to the underworld, it is a flower that Feng Qinghuang likes very much, even if it blooms in the underworld .

Thinking of this, Feng Qinghuang started to draw.The whole painting was painted with Lan Xuanyuan's blood, a field of manjusandflowers, and the word Feng Qinghuang was going to write another one, anyway, looking at the people around her, Feng Qinghuang felt that there was still time.

Feng Qinghuang only inscribed a few small words on the side, the flowers bloom in love, and the leaves fall without injury.Afterwards, Feng Qinghuang took another piece of paper and began to write.

Feng Qinghuang didn't write anything special, but wrote a relatively famous poem at that time, and this time it used normal ink.When Feng Qinghuang was writing, Lan Mingshang had already written, and Lan Xuanyuan's eyes fell on the painting.

Feng Qinghuang thought that the painting was beautiful, and the manzhushahua was also beautiful, but did the two of them need to look at it for so long.Feng Qinghuang glanced at the people around, most of them had stopped writing, Feng Qinghuang glanced at her own painting, and regretted why she drew Manzhushahua.

They may not be able to appreciate such a painting, and Feng Qinghuang has a desire to keep it alone.Just now, Feng Qinghuang felt that she should paint the portrait of the palace, so that the queen should be uncomfortable.

It was a done deal, Feng Qinghuang felt a little pity.After everyone was finished, the queen asked for all the paintings to be presented.

Lan Xuanyuan carefully picked up Feng Qinghuang's painting and said, "Everyone can see it here, why don't everyone pick it up by themselves, and then let other people judge directly."

Lan Xuanyuan opened his mouth and never refused.Feng Qinghuang discovered that Lan Mingshang's writing was the same poem she wrote.Lan Mingshang wrote very well, but Feng Qinghuang thought she was also good.

Cultivated since childhood, Feng Qinghuang's calligraphy has its own style, and has a feeling that others don't have.After all, as a prince-to-be, the aura and mind are not something ordinary people can have.

Because there are calligraphy and painting, in the end calligraphy and painting each took one place.The characters are Lan Mingshang, while the paintings are Feng Qinghuang.Feng Qinghuang also knew that these people were more concerned with the identities of Lan Mingshang and Lan Xuanyuan.

After this round was over, Lan Xuanyuan carefully put away the painting, Feng Qinghuang's desire to keep it private hadn't been revealed yet, the painting and the calligraphy were all in Lan Xuanyuan's hands.

All kinds of tricks were played that night, and Su Yan had the most ideas. Feng Qinghuang's affection for Su Yan increased a lot, and Feng Nishang was also "accidentally" made miserable.

Lan Xuanyuan sent Feng Qinghuang back to the room and left, Feng Qinghuang then put a barrier around the room.The next moment, Ah You appeared in front of Feng Qinghuang.

"You target her everywhere, and you will jump over the wall if you are in a hurry." Ah You sat beside Feng Qinghuang, speaking deep words with an immature face.

(End of this chapter)