Cities: The Goddess of Salvation at the start rewards ten sets of courtyard houses

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"Don't ask so many questions, just say yes or no?" Zhang Qian said.

Xie Lingling thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I promise, I will never betray you."

Zhang Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he led her into the side hall.

Standing in the main hall, Xie Lingling could only see a pair of paintings facing the door, but after entering, Xie Lingling was surprised to find that the surrounding area was full of paintings.

And all of them are masterpieces! !

"So many?" Xie Lingling looked shocked: "Are you digging the royal family's grave?"

Zhang Qian glanced at her angrily.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Xie Lingling said quickly.

Zhang Qian underestimated in a low voice: "Ou Lei! Ou Lei! Ou Lei!"

"What did you say?"

Xie Lingling didn't hear clearly and asked in confusion.

"It's nothing." Zhang Qian blushed and said something casually.

Xie Lingling saw that he didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't get too entangled in this matter. She turned her head and carefully selected the eight masters' works in front of her.

These eight paintings respectively depict spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Exactly two sets.

Xie Lingling stopped for a long time, but every time she made a choice, she couldn't bear to destroy the artistic conception of the whole set of paintings.

But the work of the master is rare.

It is rare for Zhang Qian to give her a picture, let alone a set.

"So hard to choose?"

She turned her head to look at Zhang Qian, rolled her eyes, and said half-jokingly: "Why don't you give me a set, if you give me a set, I'll be your lover?"

Zhang Qian gave you dreaming eyes.

Seeing that it was really difficult for him to make a choice, he frowned and sighed slightly.

"Remember the conditions you promised me before."

He said something inexplicable, and then dragged Xie Lingling into the back room.

Xie Lingling went in without knowing it, but she followed in. When she left, she lowered her head and blushed slightly. No matter how active she was, she was still an inexperienced woman.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Her voice trembled a little.

Zhang Qian glanced at her suspiciously, then pushed open the door of the back room.

It was not the bedroom she thought, but the study.

The study room is decorated elegantly and full of classical charm. There is a semi-jade table in the middle, with a piece of rice paper spread on it, with ink dots on it, which seems to be an unfinished painting.

Zhang Qian put the painting aside, picked up a new piece of rice paper, and then picked up the pen, frowning slightly.

"Grind the ink for me!!"

Xie Lingling, who was looking at the previous painting, had no choice but to put down the painting in her hand when she heard this sentence.

But she had some thoughts in her mind.

Waiting for her bare hands to grind, Zhang Qian picked up the brush on the table, started to draw with one stroke, Xie Lingling was dumbfounded by the standard of the movements.

But then she was attracted by Zhang Qian's paintings.

In a daze, she seemed to feel a tiger descending from the mountain leaped out and rushed towards her, and she closed her eyes in fright.

"what!!"

Xie Lingling yelled in fright.

Zhang Qian was about to close his pen, but he was almost frightened by this shout and couldn't hold his pen steady.

Fortunately, as a master, his ability to control the pen is absolutely superb, even if Mount Tai collapses, he will not have the slightest fear.

After he finished the last stroke, he raised the pen, and then looked at Xie Lingling reproachfully.

"Your painting."

Xie Lingling came back to her senses at this moment, and only then did she realize her gaffe.

But then, her whole face bulged into a little bun, and she looked at Zhang Qian angrily: "You lied to me and said that this painting was given by a friend."

"Obviously it's your own."

Zhang Qian put the pen into the pen holder, then looked at her and said, "Don't forget what you promised me."

Chapter 377

Two days later.

Zhang Qian really made a sign for the tree in the courtyard.

It's not big, only half a meter high, standing quietly beside the small-leaf red sandalwood.

After that, he specially asked someone to repair a fence.

"What are you doing?" Gu Jiajia passed by his door, seeing a few workers coming in and out, her eyes were full of curiosity.

"That's it!"

Zhang Qian pointed to the vertical sign in the yard.

Gu Jiajia looked over, and when she saw the word lobular red sandalwood, her breath also stagnated.

"Wow...it's amazing!!"