The old man wanted to salute him. Yi looked back and stopped him. At this moment, she just wanted to be addicted to the wonderful sound of the piano like him, and it would be better if she had one more second.

Slowly, the sound of the piano fell to its end, and Feng Wuhen slowly raised his head. When the familiar person was engraved in his eyes, the flow of eyes emitted a joyful light, but he tried his best to suppress it.

"You are here." As he said that, Feng Wuhen stood up quickly.

Yi looked back and smiled slightly: "I'm here, your piano sound was so nice just now." She couldn't help but praise her. For some reason, when she saw Feng Wuhen's face, she felt cheerful. She was so damn good-looking, a damn handsome guy.

"Really? I like playing the piano very much." Feng Wuhen's face was engraved with happiness. He was not as serious and rude as the king, nor was he as arrogant as Zhou Qingquan, and he always called himself the king.

"Huh...this..." Yi looked back and was attracted by the ink painting on the stone bench. Isn't the person in the painting her? There was no fetal mark on her left face. Her eyes were like water, but with a cold talk. She seemed to be able to see through everything. Her fingers were slender, her skin was as white as cream, and her snow-white and pink, which seemed to be able to twist out water. Her pair of red lips, and her smile faintly floated with a trace of charm. Every move seemed to be dancing. Her long hair was drooping straight to her ankles, and her black hair seemed to be dancing in the wind, as if she could

I smelled the fragrance of hair, my waist was slender and my limbs were slender, and I had a fairy-like temperament. I was wearing white clothes, with rusty butterfly patterns on it, and a black hair was lightly raised with butterfly tassels, emitting a faint light. Emei was swept lightly, but still could not hide my stunning face. My beautiful eyes were flowing, like a pale butterfly missing breath in the darkness, with a faint expression, as if she was not as fireworks as a fairy. A smile on the corner of her mouth was as vague and magnificent as fireworks.

"So beautiful!" Yi looked back and held the painting lightly with trembling hands, and was amazed. Feng Wuhen's painting skills have to be said to be even more powerful than the master. No wonder he was so angry when he knocked over his paintings in the small house last time. It turned out that he really had the talent for painting.

Que Yiyue hurriedly went behind Yi's back to look back and looked at the painting in her hand seriously, and couldn't help but sigh: "What a beautiful woman, like a fairy in the painting, she couldn't help but fall into it after a glance." Que Yiyue didn't know that the woman in the painting was Yi's back and made an exclamation sound.

"Xiaoxuan, you go and rest first." Yi looked back and sent the others away.

"Okay, Miss." Xiaoxuan responded, and the few people left with the old man.

"Feng Wuhen, is this painting...?" Yi asked indeterminately after looking back.

Feng Wuhen lowered his head and smiled slightly: "Can't you still see it?" he asked back.

"It's me, but... the woman in the painting is very beautiful." Yi looked back and lowered her long eyelashes, showing a little inferiority. Her usual cold image has changed a lot, and she has a kind of girl-like Burma.

"Of course it's you, but the you in the painting is not as beautiful as you are." Feng Wuhen said with a funny look.

As he said that, his slender fingers tweaked the strings of the piano, and a melodious sound of the piano mixed with the breeze gently sent into Yi's ears when he looked back. Yi couldn't help but become intoxicated again when he looked back.

"Can you dance?" Yi looked back and squatted in front of him, with an expectant breath in his eyes.
Chapter completed!