Xin Mo'er's last beautiful finishing pen was thrown, and a beautiful man's swing picture was fully displayed in front of her. She blew on the undried ink marks, spread it flat on the desk, staring at the beautiful man on the picture, and curling his lips with satisfaction.

"My father asked you to go to Taibai Mountain to practice. Do you only learn how to draw pictures of handsome men?" Feng Qingcang saw her lowered her head and stared at the man on the painting, her brows frowned tightly, and a dull voice sounded.

Xin Mo'er then raised her head. She was too focused and didn't even notice the two big men coming in the room.

He raised his little face slightly, with a simple smile on his face. He didn't care about his words, and walked to Feng Qingcang, pulling him as if he was a child.

But when I was a child, I was shorter, and I was pulling his legs, but now I was pulling his hands. "Father! Do you think of Mo'er?"

Feng Qingcang snorted coldly, shook her hand away, "Splash Monkey!"

Xin Mo'er's forehead was black, and she was not disappointed because of his cold attitude. She held his hand unsatisfiedly again and accused him dissatisfiedly, "Father, I'm almost in a hurry. You can't describe me with the word "splashing monkey."

"What's not a monkey? I didn't learn well at such a young age. Did I send you to Taibai Mountain just to learn how to draw men everywhere?" Feng Qingcang's face still did not ease, and his tone was very impatient.

The man in blue blush gradually disappeared and his complexion returned to normal.

Scan Xin Mo'er and Feng Qingcang, stopped and pondered for two seconds, then slowly walked to the desk, folded up the painting that had just been dried on the table, and rolled it into the sleeves. The voice was soft, "Cang, Mo'er hasn't reached the end yet, he is just a child, don't scare her."

Xin Mo'er looked at him gratefully, feeling that this beautiful uncle is better. Wener is polite and doesn't like losing his temper like her father. She feels that if she finds a husband in the future, she will definitely take him as a sign.

Xin Mo'er just returned to Prince Xu's mansion today. She wanted to show off her painting skills to make her father happy and praise her. Who knows that the father would be angry? Doesn't his father like her to write and practice calligraphy?

Feng Qingcang's eyes trembled, and he looked at the man in green coldly, his voice as cold as steel, "Nangong Yun, do you allow you to enter my study privately and get my belongings privately?"

Nangong Yun was stunned, confused.

When did he take his belongings?

Moreover, he used to tell himself that he could enter and exit any corner of the Xu Palace. He used to be in and out of any corner of the Xu Palace, and he didn't even say anything.

Now that he has gone back on his word, he doesn't even allow him to enter his study, which is so abnormal.
Chapter completed!