After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 19 The Daily Life of the Poison Empress (19)

"What are you doing? Repeat, don't do anything unrelated to the mission."

Bazahei didn't understand what the hell Ding Bao was doing, so he reminded him tirelessly.

"I have my own plan, I don't know how to compare."

Bazahei stopped talking.

If the time is up and Ding Bao has not completed the task, he has plenty of ways to punish her.

Don't worry now, there is more time.

Cen Yao came back with the kettle in hand.

Seeing that Ding Bao had already rolled up his sleeves and sat upright in front of the gray table, revealing two white jade arms like lotus root, slender and tender, and there was a piece of wrinkled yellow paper taken out from nowhere in front of him.

This paper is for toilet use.

But now Ding Bao regards it as a place to spend his ink.

"Will it grind?"

Ding Bao picked up the brush and looked at Cen Yao.

The latter nodded, stood beside Ding Bao, and lowered his head to help her grind ink.

"My sister wants to paint?"

When Cen Yao opened his mouth, he could just see Ding Bao's hair twirling with his lowered eyes. His black hair was randomly tied up with a red rope and hung down behind his back. There was no makeup, and the fine fluff on his forehead quietly hung by his ears.

Cen Yao's eyes rested on Ding Bao's long hair. Following the long hair, he saw that the woman had a pair of small and fair ears, the ear beads were like jade, and there was a small hole in it, looking extremely tender. up.

Under the disguise, the man's Adam's apple moved slightly.

Ding Bao got used to that shadowy gaze, so he said naturally.

"Well, I have nothing to do when I have nothing to do. Find something to do to resolve."

While speaking, Ding Bao dipped his pen in some thick ink, and after standing still for a while, he wrote on the yellow paper.

The yellow paper absorbs ink, and it is extremely easy to smudge. Even though Ding Bao has already sketched it carefully, the lines drawn are still a mess.

Cen Yao frowned, looked down at Ding Bao, but saw that she didn't care, she was still drawing contentedly, and even though the characters in her brush had become a mess, she was still enjoying it.

Half an hour later, the ink soaked through the yellow paper on the table.

Ding Bao put down his pen and nodded in satisfaction.

The facial features of the person in the painting are all blurred into a ball, and the face cannot be distinguished clearly, but it is vaguely visible, it is a young man.

"Hang it out to dry."

"Who is my sister drawing?"

Ding Bao didn't speak, but pursed his red lips and smiled slightly, with a little helplessness and nostalgia in his eyes.

She didn't answer, but asked back.

"Su Xiu, do you have someone you like?"

One was sitting, the other was standing, facing one side, Ding Bao couldn't see the depression in Cen Yao's eyes.

"I don't have any servants. So, the person in my sister's painting is the person you like?"

Ding Bao smiled, without nodding or shaking his head.

She is just laughing.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, holding his pink cheek with one hand, as if he was recalling something.

"You and I have fallen to this point, and there is nothing to hide. He is indeed the person I like."

There was a long silence.

Ding Bao spoke again, covering the painting with his bare hands, and murmured softly.

"I fell in love with him before entering the palace."

Cen Yao looked away silently, as if he had no interest in Ding Bao's past love history.

In my ear, I heard the woman still talking.

"It's ridiculous that I have liked someone for several years, but the other party doesn't know it at all. I'm afraid he won't know until he dies."

The woman's voice was soft and murmured, with some self-mockery and helplessness, but no self-pity. It seemed that she just said such a sentence casually, not for others, but for herself.

Cen Yao only felt that the woman's voice was low and soft, like a small brush kept stirring in his heart, which made him upset and impatient.

(End of this chapter)