feather fall allure

"Okay." Changxuan just smiled dotingly, without asking the reason, as long as the villain is happy, he can do whatever he wants.

"I want Mr. Xue to be my teacher."

Turning his eyes like black grapes, Chang Xuan knew that the villain was going to do something bad, but he didn't point it out, "Okay, tell Li Fuquan what you need."

"Xuanxuan, I love you." After quickly pecking Changxuan on the cheek, Qianyu ran out in a hurry, planning to find Li Fuquan to arrange painting matters.

"Changxuan, you dote on him too much. You always run around in the palace like this without grace. You don't look like a princess." Although Chang Yu said reproachful words, there was a doting smile on his face .

"If it wasn't for the emperor's connivance, would he be able to become what he is now?" Chang Xuan said complainingly, now Qian Yu is more casual in the palace than in the palace.

The two of them laughed at the same time, let's pet them, such a lovely person is the most suitable to be held in the palm of the hand and pampered and cared for.

"I'm a little worried about Mr. Xue's beard now." Few people in the palace don't know that the little princess has been coveting Xue Xue's beard for a long time, and they all saw Qian Yu's brainstorming just now. Master Xue's beard is gone.

"Lin Rui, pass on my will. The third concubine is obsessed with painting. Mr. Xue's accomplishments in painting are unmatched, so he ordered Xue Xue to be the wife of the concubine and teach him carefully." Hey, the little concubine has been honest at home for a while , They have been bored for a while, and now they finally have a good show to watch.

"Slave obeys the decree." The personal eunuch next to Chang Yu hurriedly passed the decree, and at the same time silently mourned for Lord Xue, Grand Scholar, please take care of your beard.

In the evening, Changxuan, Qianyu and the two little luotou went back after having dinner with the emperor and empress in the palace.

After eating too much, Qian Yu lay on the bed and kept humming, how could this be, everything in the palace was delicious, so he couldn't stop, and always lasted until the end.

"Uncomfortable?" Changxuan went back to his room after seeing that little luotou had fallen asleep.Press the big hand on the little man's stomach and knead it gently.

"Well, it hurts a bit, it seems like I ate too much." The beautiful brows were tangled up in pain.

"Then don't lie down, get up and walk around." Pulling up Qian Yu who was lying on the bed as soft as a puddle of mud, she didn't have a pullover, so she just put on her underwear and walked around the room.

"Xuanxuan, this reminds me of when I was pregnant." Holding her stomach with her little hand, she walked slowly following Xuanxuan's footsteps.At that time, his belly was getting bigger and bigger, and Xuanxuan took his hand and walked around the room step by step like this.

"Who made you always eat so much?" Changxuan was helpless and sad, he knew that the villain was hungry and scared, "By the way, what are you talking about with the emperor's wife in the room at night?" After dinner, Qianyi pulled Qian Yu went to her room, and the two of them didn't know what they were doing in there. When Qian Yu came out, her face was red.

"Ah? You mean second brother?" Qian Yu evasively said, "It's...it's nothing...just...well..." He hesitated and couldn't tell why.

Chang Xuan stopped, the villain must have something to hide from him.

Qian Yu also stopped, a little guilty, her little face flushed, "Really...it's nothing...well...I just want to pluck off Mr. Xue's beard tomorrow...I want to ask my second brother for some medicine..."

"It's really just like that?" Changxuan naturally didn't believe it. Every time the villain lied, he would unconsciously touch the back of his head. Now the villain's little hand was on the back of his head, and his movements were exactly his small movements when he was lying.

Suddenly, Qian Yu raised his head, looked straight at the man opposite, with a firm expression on his face, "What I said is true, this time I will definitely pull out all of Xue Lao's beard."

Changxuan had a momentary doubt, could it be that he was overthinking?

"Okay, go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep." Qian Yu's stomach pain disappeared, she turned to the back of Chang Xuan, and pushed the man's broad back back to the bed with both hands.What he said was true, he had indeed gone to his second brother for medicine, but that was just one of the things they discussed, and Xuan Xuan must not let Xuan Xuan know about the other thing.

"Okay, sleep." Changxuan turned around, hugged Qianyu horizontally, with an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, "Miss, we haven't exercised yet."

"Ah, no, I have to go to Mr. Xue's house tomorrow."

"It's okay, just once, it won't delay your learning to paint tomorrow." While saying that, the delicate kiss fell, and the only underwear on her body was easily peeled off.

"Oh~~En~~" After a while, the sweet and joyful moan sounded in the darkness, and the spring in the room could not be imagined.

The next day was sunny, Qian Yu thought joyfully, even God would give him face.Xue Wenzhao is already 77 years old, and he wanted to retire and return home two years ago, but the emperor thought of his talent, so he didn't agree. He just kept his title of bachelor, and didn't give him any official position.

Qian Yu met Xue Wenzhao at the full moon banquet of the little radish heads. The first time he saw the old man, Qian Yu's eyes brightened instantly, and he was attracted by the old man's white beard. He seemed to hear the beard saying, "Come on!" Come and pull us out." Then Qian Yu followed like a demon, and attacked those bearded people whenever he got the chance, but it's a pity that Mr. Xue didn't have many chances to enter the palace, so Qian Yu didn't have many chances. He was still happy to be able to pull out a strand.

The Xue family had received the imperial decree yesterday, and they were so startled that everyone was holding their things and trying to escape for their lives.Especially Mr. Xue, who protected his precious beard with both hands, but if he ran away, it would be a rebellion. For a while, the whole Xue family was gloomy.

The carriage stopped in front of a house in the suburbs of Beijing, Qian Yu jumped out of the carriage, looked at the exquisite courtyard in front of him, and couldn't help sighing, this is an ancient small villa.

Xue Wenzhao led a group of family servants to greet him at the door. When they saw a figure jumping off the carriage, everyone trembled, and Xue Wenzhao almost fell to the ground.

"Veteran Xue Wenzhao sees the concubine." Xue Wenzhao hurriedly saluted, and the family servants behind him also quickly knelt down to salute.

Qian Yu rushed over and helped Xue Dashi, who was about to faint from fright, "Get up, master, you are my teacher now, and the students should worship you." Qian Yu glanced at the old man's beard as he spoke, and couldn't help itching his palms Get up, I really want to grab it.

"Don't, you killed the old minister." He pulled out his trembling hand, unconsciously protecting his precious beard, "Princess, please come in."

This is the first time for Qian Yu to visit Mr. Xue's home, and he looked around curiously. It really is a good place, the environment is elegant and quiet, and it is most suitable for recuperation.

The courtyard is not very big, well, he is comparing it with the palace and the palace. For ordinary wealthy people, such a scale is hard to see. There are flowers, plants and trees in the middle, and occasionally birds fly in and out, singing The sound is crisp and sweet.

Instead of leading Qian Yu into the house, Mr. Xue turned around and entered the small garden, "Princess, everything is ready, please come with me." Baby Beard is in danger at any time.

After entering the garden, after turning a few turns, I saw a pavilion in front of it. It was very simple and rudimentary. The roof was built with thatch, but it was not obtrusive in the garden, but it had a feeling of returning to nature.

The pavilion is not big, and there are white paper for painting and two wicker chairs inside, just enough for two people to sit.

"Princess, please sit down." Xue Wenzhao didn't dare to raise his head, he could feel the fiery eyes of the princess on his beard, for fear that if he raised his head, the beard would be burned off.

Qian Yu sat comfortably on the rattan chair, and waved to the standing old Xue, "Master, please sit down too."

After the two of them sat down, a little servant boy brought tea. The excellent Longjing tea was fragrant, but for Qian Yu, all teas were the same—to quench his thirst.

"Gudong~~Gudong~~" Two mouthfuls of tea were gone, Qian Yu raised his sleeve to wipe the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "Master, let's start class."

Xue Wenzhao wanted to twitch the corners of his mouth, "Okay. I don't know how the princess thinks about the painting, what is the purpose of painting?"

"What else can I think, painting is just painting, and I can sell it for money when I become a master." Qian Yu said with wide eyes, what else can I think about painting, isn't it just to use a brush to erase what?

Xue Wenzhao's complexion changed a few times, and finally he said angrily, "It turns out that the princess is only for selling money. If so, why bother to learn it by yourself, just find a few people to help you paint." Painting is deep in Xue Lao's heart The art of art cannot be profaned by vulgar things like money.

It was the first time for Qianyu to see this academician change his face, his heart was jumping "plop plop", and his innocent eyes were full of grievances, "I don't have such profound thoughts, I just want to paint."

Knowing that he forced it, Xue Wenzhao said earnestly, "Princess, this painting must be done with care. A good painting is not only about the artist, but more importantly, the emotion expressed in the painting..."

At first Qianyu listened with gusto, and occasionally asked two small questions, but no matter how great the theory is, if there is only empty talk, it is easy to get bored. After a while, Qianyu fell asleep, as if listening to it. Holy crap.

"Old master—" the little servant boy stepped forward to remind, "The princess is already asleep." The little servant boy knows his master's temper, and these long-winded speeches he doesn't understand, the master can talk for three to five hours as soon as he opens his mouth, It doesn't matter whether the person on the other side is listening or not.

Xue Wenzhao was a little displeased at being interrupted, glared at the little servant boy, and then glanced at the little princess, who was already asleep, "Huh—" The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, Baby Beard was finally safe for the time being.

"Send someone to guard here, and don't wake up the princess." Although he likes to explain his theories to others, compared with Baby Beard, he can tell which is more important without weighing it.

"Yes, old lady." The little servant boy agreed.

The old man looked at the sunny day, what a suitable weather for painting, what a pity, what a pity, hey, if I persisted, now I should study my paintings quietly in an unknown mountain corner. Now yes, worrying about your baby beard all the time, hey, it's too late to regret it.