The Dark and Foolish King: The Fierce and Crazy Concubine Has Infinite Strength

Chanmu looked around, looked at Qu Xiaoyou and said "Excuse me", then he picked her up by the waist with both hands and walked towards the bedroom with big strides.

"Master, please stay!"

He had only taken a few steps when a male voice stopped him.

When I looked over, I saw a young man walking out from behind a rockery not far away. He was about 23 or 24 years old, wearing a green cotton jacket, handsome, gentle, and scholarly.

At this time, the man was jogging towards him, holding an unfolded scroll in his right hand and paint and a brush in his left hand.

Zenmu looked at his approaching figure in confusion, not understanding what this stranger man was up to.

The man quickly came in front of Zenmu, first put his hands together and bowed to him, then told him his identity with a smile.

It turned out that this man was a painter in the Beijing painting studio. Today, he accompanied his mother to the temple to burn incense. While his mother was burning incense, he felt bored, so he went to the back garden alone to enjoy the snow scene.

Coincidentally, he was also fortunate enough to see the beautiful scene of Qu Xiaoyou dancing with a sword in the snow. He was so amazed that he wanted to paint it with his hands, so he hid behind the rockery and used the painting tools he carried with him to paint this scene.

He called out to Zenmu because he wanted to give him the painting.

After listening to this, Zenmu looked at the scroll in his left hand, somewhat curious about the contents on it.

As if he understood his thoughts, the man threw aside his brushes and paints and opened the painting in front of him with both hands.

Chanmu looked over and saw that the scroll was about one meter long and 60 centimeters wide. The paper was thick and smooth, and it was obvious that it was of top quality. Qu Xiaoyou, dressed in red and holding a sharp sword, was vividly depicted on the paper.

I saw her right foot in front and left foot behind, her right hand holding the sword stabbing forward, and her left hand slapping behind her.

Her red skirt fluttered far in the wind, and her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, forming a graceful arc behind her.

This painting is vivid and lifelike, and Qu Xiaoyou's heroic posture, sharp eyes, and cold expression are all portrayed vividly.

In the lower right corner of Qu Xiaoyou in the painting, Zenmu, dressed in blue-gray monk's robes, is also in the painting.

He stared silently in the direction of Qu Xiaoyou, and one could even see the astonishment in his eyes from the painting.

In addition, the surrounding white snow, rockery, plum trees, the piano table with cups placed on it, and the guqin under the plum tree were all faithfully drawn on paper by this man.

This painting perfectly reproduces the scene just now, and every snowflake is lifelike. I have to say that this man's painting skills are simply superb.

Seeing that Chanmu had finished reading, the man smiled and rolled up the scroll again, exclaiming sincerely: "This girl is beautiful, the holy monk is handsome, and with the snow all over the sky, it really looks like a painting.

"I couldn't help it, so I drew it. Now I present the painting to the holy monk. I hope the monk won't blame me for being rude."

Zenmu nodded slightly, "No problem."

"Please accept this, holy monk." The man handed the scroll over.

Zenmu looked at the painting and thought about it, and finally accepted it, bowing slightly to express his gratitude, "Thank you, donor."

After saying goodbye to the man, Chanmu sent Qu Xiaoyou back to the room and put her on the bed. Considering the difference between men and women, he did not dare to stay any longer. He quickly covered her with a quilt and turned to leave.

"Wood~" As soon as I turned around, my wrist was grabbed by a cold hand.

Zenmu flinched, reflexively pulling away from her hand and turning to look at her.

Qu Xiaoyou lay on the bed, half-closed her eyes and looked at him, with a drunken expression, and her usually cold voice was tinged with a hint of coquettishness, "Don't go~ Stay with me for a while."

"Not appropriate." Zenmu refused immediately, saying righteously, "It is not appropriate for a single man and a single woman to be in the same room."

"Hmph~" Qu Xiaoyou snorted, turned over and ignored him.

Zenmu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave.

"It's so hot." He wanted to leave, but he heard Qu Xiaoyou mutter impatiently and pull away the quilt covering her body.

Zenmu hurriedly stepped forward and covered her with the quilt, complaining unhappily, "How can it be so hot in the middle of winter? Cover yourself with the quilt quickly."

"It's hot!" Qu Xiaoyou replied stubbornly and kicked the quilt off the bed.

"You!" Zenmu looked at her, his brows wrinkled into a small pimple.

"What exactly do you want?" Zenmu was really speechless.

"Stay with me for a while." Qu Xiaoyou asked again.

Well, this person actually threatened me. Zenmu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and secretly sighed, how could he be so feminine when he was drunk?

Qu Xiaoyou quietly opened one eye to look at him. Seeing that he was indifferent, she made up her mind and reached out to take off her clothes, muttering, "It's just hot. I don't want to wear clothes anymore."

Zenmu was startled and quickly held her hand, his face red all the way to his neck, "You... don't do this."

"Hmph~" Qu Xiaoyou snorted coldly and turned around to throw a tantrum.

Chanmu wanted to leave immediately without caring about her, but he considered that it was the coldest time of the year and the temperature was almost zero degrees. If she really slept in thin clothes without a blanket all night, she would definitely be seriously ill the next day.

Finally, Chanmu picked up the quilt on the ground and covered Qu Xiaoyou with it, then moved a stool and sat beside the bed. "Stop making trouble, I'll wait until you fall asleep before I leave."

When Qu Xiaoyou heard this, a warm feeling surged in her heart. The corners of her mouth curled slightly and she slowly closed her eyes.

"You don't know how much I like you." She suddenly murmured like a dream. Her voice was very small and soft, but it was particularly clear in the quiet night.

After saying this, she seemed to be afraid of revealing the emotions on her face, so she turned over and faced Zenmu with her back, and then remained silent.

Zenmu looked at her quietly, and was silent for a long, long time...

Overnight, Chanmu wanted to leave countless times, but Qu Xiaoyou was very vigilant. As soon as he stood up, she would lift the quilt, silently threatening him not to leave.

In this way, Zenmu sat by her bed all night until the daybreak, when the annoying woman on the bed finally woke up.

"Awake?" Zenmu asked, with helplessness on his tired face.

Qu Xiaoyou nodded, sat up from the bed, her eyes full of smiles.

She knew that he had been with her all night, and she had actually not slept all night. The feeling of being alone with him, even though they were speechless, made her cherish him even more.

"What is this?" Qu Xiaoyou looked at the scroll on the bedside table and asked Zenmu in confusion.

When the man gave her the painting yesterday, she was indeed drunk, so she didn't know where the painting came from.

Zenmu's eyes flickered and she recounted truthfully what happened yesterday after she fell drunk.

After hearing his words, Qu Xiaoyou's eyes lit up. She quickly unfolded the scroll with both hands, and couldn't wait to see the contents of the painting.

Sure enough, the people in the painting, including every blade of grass and tree, perfectly replicated the scene of yesterday. Snow was flying all over the sky, she was dancing with a sword, and he was watching. Everything seemed so harmonious and beautiful.

"He is such a genius!" Qu Xiaoyou couldn't help but sigh at the young man who gave her the painting.

"How beautiful, how wonderful! Wood, this is the first time we have been in a painting together. It is very meaningful. Why don't you hang it in your bedroom?"

Qu Xiaoyou looked at Chan Mu with longing, her eyes sparkling, "This way, you can see me often."