The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"Sleep? It's still too early today! She broke off so early?" Ye Qingran had to walk through the window, but Linglian and Yixue were very alert to find him, he could only stand at the door and raise his eyebrows.

"Miss said when she came back from Zuixianglou, she was tired and fell asleep!" Ling Lian whispered.

"When did she return from Zuixianglou?" Ye Qingran asked.

"Nanliang Guoshi came back after entering Beijing!" Ling Lian replied.

"Having said that I have been asleep for a long time? Didn't she just watch the scene? How tired can it be?" Ye Qingran looked at the room and waved to Ling Lian, "She should wake up after a long sleep, you flash away, I'll wake her up. I'll find her if I have something."

Ling Lian hesitated when he heard something lightly dyed at night: "That slave-servant go and call Miss Wake!"

"I haven't been to her room again. It's not once when I went in when she was sleeping! What are you afraid of? You flashed away!" Ye Qingran waved her hand, and the two stepped back together, and he pushed away. The door, strode inside.

Ling Lian and Yi Xue knew that the young lady did not treat the young prince differently, and he did not block him so much that he walked in.

Yun Qianyue woke up when Ye Qingran came. She opened her eyes and saw Ye Qingran approaching the bed. She asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

"Little girl, did you draw the seventy-two springs for Ye Tianqing, did you?" Ye Qingran stopped and asked standing beside the bed.

Yun Qingyue was stunned, "How do you know?"

"I can know everything about Ye Tianqing. Otherwise, why did you appear so timely when Qin Yuning wanted to kill him? You really thought I was going to the wrong door because of you?" Ye Qingran raised an eyebrow at Yun Qianyue , "If I can't tell the difference between Room 1 Tianzi and Room 2 Tianzi, I'm a fool!"

Yun Qingyue blinked, thinking that he should say that the strength of the Prince's Mansion should not be underestimated, or that night light dyeing should not be underestimated. She smiled and nodded, confessing, "I drew it! I think it's better to choose the day than to hit the sun. The opportunity will never come back. I painted him very well. He can quickly combine his own shortcomings to know the mystery! "

"Get up!" Ye Qingran reached out and dragged Yun Qianyue.

"What are you doing?" Yun Qingyue was dragged up by Ye Qingran and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Give me a painting now, and you promised to give me a copy." Ye Qingran was serious.

Yun Qianyue's mouth twitched, "Now? Do you can't wait to try the Seventy-two Spring?"

"I want to see what Seventy-two Spring is! Let Ye Tianqing see your expression when you draw!" Ye Qingran pulled Yun Qianyue hard and urged: "Hurry up!"

"All right!" Yun Qianyue sat up helplessly.

Ye Qingran loosened her and went to the table to start rubbing herself.

"What happened after Ye Tianqing sent Qin Yuning back to Prime Minister's House? What attitude did Prime Minister Qin Cheng?" Yun Qingyue put on his shoes and got out of bed, came to the table and laid rice paper, and sat down and asked.

"What kind of attitude can it be? I'm so mad! He has worked hard to train a golden phoenix for so many years and it just fell into the water. But the night sky is still the crown prince, he dare not attack, and this thing is not Within half a day, it spread to the whole capital, and within two days, the world knows. He can’t make any calculations with muddy mud. He can only be the master of the night sky." Ye Qingran sneered, "Yi Tian Qing this move It's the most right time in these years! He doesn't have much to hold now, he holds everything he can."

"What about Qin Yuning?" Yun Qingyue asked again. Thinking of Ye Qingran, since she can guard the every action of Ye Tianqing silently and unnoticeably in her drunk-protected Zuixiang Tower, then Qin Yuning should also be there.

"What else? I smashed all the things in her room, and regretted it, but I couldn't return to the sky!" Ye Qingran disdainfully said: "Being a cocoon and self-confusing, it means this kind of smart woman! It's unusable."

Yun Qianyue smiled and stopped talking.

Ye Qingran grinded the ink well and pushed it to Yun Qianyue, urging her, "Hurry up and paint, I will go to the palace later."

Yun Qingyue nodded, took out the quill, and just stopped on the rice paper, and suddenly stopped, asked: "Who are you and you?"

"Who am I and who?" Ye Qingran stunned, looking at Yun Qianyue unclearly.

"Cough!" Yun Qianyue coughed lightly and explained to him, "That's what you want to paint with." When the words fell, she couldn't understand Ye Qingran and she continued to explain to him, " For example, when I painted Ye Tianqing, he and Qin Yuning were painted. What about you? Which woman do I draw with you? Ye Qian?"

"I don't want to draw that woman!" Ye Qingran's face sank, and she understood Yun Qiangyue's meaning, glancing at her, "Just paint me and you."

Yun Qianyue's quill was almost impossible to grasp. She shook it vigorously and shook her head, "No! Can't draw me!"

"Why?" Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows.

"Why why? Do you understand? I am me, you are you, how can I draw together?" Yun Qianyue stared. Rong Jing hasn't settled the accounts with her when he was looking at the glass mirror with him. If she draws the 72nd Spring with him again, Rong Jing knows that she must hack her. This is a principle error, and he must not make mistakes. .

Ye Qingran flicked her lips, not thinking, "Little girl, you are too afraid of weak beauties! What's the big deal? You don't care about this, I don't care about this. What are you afraid of?"

"That won't work!" Yun Qingyue shook his head, Rong Jing certainly cares about this! Besides, painting her and Ye Qingran, thinking of her would be a chill, even if she agreed to paint, it would be impossible to draw.

"It's still painting Ye Tian Qing and Qin Yu Ning! It's exactly the same as the one you gave Ye Tian Qing." Ye Qingran waved her hand.

"Are you holding Ye Tianqing and Qin Yuning's version of the Seventy-two Springs all day, wouldn't it be good?" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows.

"Who said I took it all day?" Ye Qingran tweeted, "I'll just look at it."

"Then you have to find the night sky and dump it?" Yun Qianyue thought about her struggling to paint for another hour, he finished reading with two eyes, and then ruined it, is it a pity? And also waste her feelings.

"Ye Tian Qing carries it with you, and will not be able to get it in a while!" Ye Qingran urged, "You draw quickly! Big deal, I keep it. Who's version is not the same? I see a meaning. And as long as you I will cherish the painting."

"Okay!" Yun Qingyue is not good for a person's eager desire for art, so he can only mention the pen.

Ye Qingran looked at the place where she dropped the pen, and saw that as her wrist turned, the pen and ink fell on the rice paper. In a blink of an eye, a person's touch was outlined. Although simple, the pen and ink were vivid. Within a moment, a painting will be swept away. He didn't wait for Yun Qianyue to give it to him, he reached out and praised, "Little girl, you are too good! The world's first painter is not good at painting."

"That's it!" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows proudly, and continued to raise the pen.

Ye Qingran paved the painted paper in front of him. He learned how to draw Yun Qiangyue, sketched with his fingers, and nodded from time to time. "Little girl, what are you doing? It looks so simple, why is it so difficult?" ?"

"This is a combination of an element called simple sketch. It's precious to express it." Yun Qianyue drew another picture and handed it to Ye Qingran. Without raising your head, draw the next one.

"Simple sketch? Where did you learn from?" Ye Qingran took the one drawn by Yun Qingyue and continued to watch while making gestures.

"Homemade!" Yun Qianyue spit out two words. How could she not tell him that his soul had passed through memories of previous lives?

Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows, "What about the seventy-two springs? Are you also creating your own?"

Yun Qianyue coughed, shook his head, and said something dumbly: "No! I've seen a fragmentary lone book before. Just write it down."

Ye Qingran nodded and stopped talking.

Next, Yun Qingyue finished painting one, and Ye Qingran took one, two of them painted one by one, one by one to look at her and explore her painting techniques, time passed very quickly. An hour passed unconsciously, and the seventy-two springs were finished.

"I'm exhausted!" Yun Qingyue put down the pen, reached out and rubbed his shoulders, and kept his head buried, looking up at the opposite night light dye, just about to speak, when he saw the person standing at the table, startled, The seated body stood up vigorously, a pair of beautiful eyes widened, unbelievably pointing at the man, the small face was particularly wonderful, "You... why are you here?"

When did Rong Jing come in? Why doesn't she know? And still standing at the table, how long did he watch?

"Huh? Weak Beauty?" Ye Qingran heard Yun Qiangyue's voice looking up. When she saw Rong Jing standing at the table, he was also surprised. He didn't panic, but raised his eyebrows, " Are you a ghost now? Did you walk silently?"

Rong Jing glanced at Yun Qianyue lightly, and Yun Qingyue's body stiffened for a moment. He said warmly and warmly to Ye Qingye, "I dyed you, Lord, did I invite you out, or did you get out?"

Ye Qingran tweeted, "Weak Beauty, I ignored you today during the day. Are you really scared of me? This is the little girl's place. Why should I go? Why should you rush me?"

"Do you let him hurry up, or keep him here?" Rong Jing ignored Yun Qingran and asked Yun Qiangyue.

Yun Qingyue stiffly pulled the corner of her mouth. She wanted to thump her chest and cuddle her feet. She wanted to cry from her head. She wanted to jump from room to building. Why is she so unlucky, and when did Rong Jing learn to be unconscious? She wanted to cry but couldn't cry, but couldn't laugh, she had a twisted face, looked at Rong Jing very ugly, and couldn't say anything at all.

Bad years, it is about her like this!

"Huh? Do you want me to go?" Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

Yun Qianyue scratched his head and looked at Ye Qingran.

"Weak beauty, what kind of hero is bullying a woman? You have the ability to come to Ben Xiao Wang! Ben Xiao Wang battles you for 300 rounds today!" Ye Qingran was really glaring at Rong Jing.