All the members are villains, and she just wants to show off when she is dressed as cannon fodder.

The spring night was getting colder and colder, and the dim yellow lights were swaying, making Yuan Tong'er unable to open her eyes.

After drinking too much wine, my throat feels itchy.

She murmured a few words, but no one answered her, so she forced herself to wake up.

A gust of wind suddenly blew outside the window, blowing her clothes off, and she realized that she was still on the boat.

The cabin shook, and she picked up the coat with great difficulty. She didn't have time to think too much, and staggered outside.

The gauze hanging everywhere ripples.

She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have had a dream.

There was a man in the dream, wearing an indigo robe.

She thought it was Qu Baiyu, but this plain white shirt confused her again.

Lifting the tulle of the cabin, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

Yuan Tong'er always felt that the person's name was coming out, but she couldn't remember what his name was.

The figure was sitting in front of the boat with his back to her, with a head of black hair pouring down from his head, hanging quietly on the deck beside him. Like a long ink-colored river stretching from the nine heavens to the world for thousands of miles.

His thin body was only covered with a few layers of light white shirt, and his black hair poured out on the deck like smoke.

"Is this yours?"

Yuan Tong'er handed the coat over and asked.

The man turned around, and there was a gentle breeze blowing by. His black hair was slightly moving and his clothes were flowing.

His fair face was as delicate as porcelain, and he had a pair of very indifferent fox eyes, which were slightly bent at this time. He was not in a hurry to answer Yuan Tong'er's question, and only asked lightly: "Your Highness is awake?"

When he turned around, Yuan Tong'er felt unfamiliar again.

"you are?"

She said and took a step forward. She stepped on the coat before she could dodge, and fell to the deck instantly.

The man had quick eyes and quick hands, and he caught her in his arms and fell down with her.

The man's extremely delicate face was very close, and his long dark hair fell onto Yuan Tong'er's face, feeling cool.

Yuan Tong'er seemed to have forgotten to think and allowed himself to fall completely.

The back of the head was caught by the man's broad palm, preventing it from falling to the deck.

The man's beautiful brows suddenly frowned, probably because of a bump, but they returned to normal in just a moment.

The night had long since fallen, with only the ever-burning street lamps remaining on the long street, and only three or two sparsely lit lights on the river surrounding the city.

The deck was hard, but it didn't hurt Yuan Tong'er at all, but he was only three points awake from the wine.

"Your face is too pale, and you look even less attractive when you wear a plain white shirt."

As she spoke, she touched the man's fair face, seeming to be studying why he was so pale.

It was supposed to be a very charming scene, but it didn't make anyone uncomfortable because of her penetrating gaze.

The man didn't feel strange because of her actions, he just chuckled and let her rub him.

"Then what color clothes does Your Highness think I should wear?"

Yuan Tong'er paused, and his peripheral vision suddenly drifted to an ink painting hanging in the cabin. Crazy and drunk, she pulled the man back to the cabin.

“Start with handwriting to write about heaven and earth, and drop ink to paint the world…

Today, I will give you a gift - the world of heaven and earth..."

As she spoke, she pulled up the man's white sleeve, and her other hand had already licked the brush full of ink.

She didn't know how to paint, she just wanted to splash some ink when she got interested.

Before the man even understood what she was going to do, the snowy scene of Cangshan Mountain appeared on his sleeve.

Only then did he know that she wanted to paint on his clothes, and he suddenly smiled in his heart, so he pulled up his sleeves for her and watched her painting quietly.

The dim light shines on Yuan Tong'er's delicate face, and the mottled shadows and ink marks are interesting. The slender hand as white as jade grasped the ancient wolf-hair pen tightly, and started writing without any hindrance.

The wind passed through the cabin window and lifted her long hair at the temples.

The person in the painting draws the person in the painting...

The man's eyes moved slightly, feeling that the breeze was tasteless and his youth was dull, as if the person in front of him and the painting in her hand were the only colors in the world.

Sleeves, hem, front, drawstring...

Yuan Tong'er was like a divine help, as if another soul in his body suddenly appeared. Within a short time, the man's clothes were covered with paintings.

The man moved slightly, as if the wind was blowing, and the gauze painting the snowy scene of Moshan was unfolded by him.

A beautiful woman's masterpiece is like a fairy emerging from a scroll of ink paintings that has been treasured for thousands of years.

The man's eyes flickered, and he seemed to like it very much. A small light suddenly flashed in his cold eyes. After looking at it for a long time, he nodded and said, "Thank you for the reward, Your Highness. I like it very much."

Yuan Tong'er threw away the pen, her head was so swollen that she couldn't stand still, so she simply leaned on the soft couch again.

"Why do you call yourself a slave? Whose slave are you?"

The man slowly bent down and leaned in front of her soft couch. He raised his head slightly as if to please and said, "Tonight, I am your Highness's slave."

There was a sudden charm in her thin eyes, like ripples in the water, overflowing with light.

Yuan Tong'er couldn't help but stood up and reached out to hook his chin.

What a beauty, with a slim figure and a timid and delicate face.

The most charming smile is the one that captivates people's hearts and can be said to captivate the whole country.

"...I don't want it."

Yuan Tong'er smiled.

The cowardice on the man's face suddenly disappeared, and he just stared at Yuan Tong'er in confusion.

Yuan Tong'er put down the hand that hooked his chin and leaned back lazily.

She supported her swollen head with her hands and said slowly: "Don't be anyone's slave, just be yourself..."

If a person cannot be himself in this life and only feels happy and sad because of others...

How aggrieved that would be..."

Her voice became shallower and shallower, and she gradually seemed to be falling asleep.

The man was still half-kneeling in front of her, looking at her slightly closed eyes, her long eyelashes turned crow-gold by the candlelight, and his mind went blank.

Be yourself... He shook his head.

"But I'm destined to live in a lowly position. In this life... I'm afraid I'm destined to be wronged..."

He murmured to himself lonelyly, but he didn't expect that Yuan Tong'er didn't fall asleep.

"Mean status?"

She smiled lightly and said calmly: "What's the problem? Whose family do you belong to? Can't it be better if I redeem your body for you?"

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the wind seems to be getting stronger and stronger, making the boat ripple fiercely, and the gauze curtains are also floating with care.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew out the candle, leaving only the starlight reflecting the glimmer of the river, preventing the eyes from being too dark.

Yuan Tong'er didn't move on the soft couch. He didn't know if he had fallen asleep.

The man was stunned for a long time before speaking again.

"...Your Highness really wants to redeem me?"

His expression was hidden in the gloom, and his tone was no longer as indifferent as before, but he couldn't taste any emotion.

Yuan Tong'er was groggy at this time, couldn't sleep, and couldn't cheer up. When she heard him ask this, she smiled and asked without thinking, "What? Are you expensive?"

The man also laughed.

"It's not expensive. If His Highness doesn't have enough money, I can help His Highness get it together."