[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

For several days in a row, it was drizzling outside the house, and Yan An had no choice but to go for a walk in the yard.

He re-read the case book in the house, perhaps because he had written novels, he read books very fast, ten lines at a glance.

It didn't take long for him to finish reading the books on the bookshelf.

Looking at the pear blossoms all over the ground outside the window, Yan An suddenly thought of painting.

In terms of painting, Yan An is also an all-rounder, oil painting, watercolor, ink Danqing, etc., are all slightly involved and the painting is not bad.

He learned to paint at the age of three, and at the same time perfectly inherited his mother's good genes. He is known as the "Little Prince of Painting" in the real world.

The little prince of painting was supposed to have a bright future, but because of Chi Xianhuai's words about boys who don't like painting, he gave up the opportunity to participate in the international art exhibition.

Now that he thought about it, he felt that he was so stupid, why did he pay so much for someone who had no name or distinction.

Yan An shook her head, picked up the brush and started to paint, it's been a long time since she started to paint, but she seemed a little unfamiliar with the top-grade wolf hair that feels very good in the hand.

After drawing several paintings in a row, it will be considered handy.

There is an indescribable charm in the way the boy paints, and Zijin can only praise it.

At the end of the cold spring, Yan An bowed his head to paint, while Zijin was grinding ink for him. The two were talking about something, but the scene where the corners of their lips were slightly raised was extraordinarily warm.

Chi Xianhuai, who came in a hurry, looked at such a harmonious picture in front of him, and felt extremely dazzling.

He turned around and left, and when he stepped out of the yard, he remembered that he was here to get the antidote, so he had to go back again.

Chi Xianhuai coughed dryly: "My lord."

Yan An looked up, and was startled when he saw Chi Xianhuai. After a while, he said to Chi Xianhuai who was still in the editing position, "Come in."

Chi Xianhuai walked in, he glanced at Zijin coldly, and said indifferently: "I have something to ask the prince, and I ask the prince to let the irrelevant people step down."

Yan An only thought that Chi Xianhuai really had something important to do, so she said to Zi Jin, "Let's step down first."

The guards all knew that Yan'an had a male favourite, Zijin secretly looked at Chi Xianhuai's face, and resigned reluctantly.

Yan An, who had waited for a while and still hadn't heard Chi Xianhuai's words, couldn't help but said: "I've already left, so speak up if you have something to say."

Chi Xianhuai tightened his knuckles, he was silent for a moment, and said something wrong, "Can Shizi's left leg make a big move now?"

Yan An didn't understand what the man was talking about, and said truthfully, "No."

"Oh." Chi Xianhuai nodded thoughtfully.

Yan An wondered if Chi Xianhuai was mentally ill, it was so inexplicable.

Before he had this thought, Chi Huai suddenly approached him, bowed his head and kissed his lips.