Qing'er kept following Lian into the hall, and the immortal servant who was about to follow him was stopped by her eyes.
She followed Lian tightly, watched him walk to the inkstone, held his hand and picked up a pen. Seeing this, Qing'er quickly ran over to help him grind it, and said with a smile: "Brother Huanlian, I'll help you
!”
Lian, looked at her lightly, without making a sound, dipped it gently ink, and then outlined a touch of polish on the thin paper.
After a long time, a beautiful picture of autumn chrysanthemums was born.
"So beautiful!" Qing'er held her hands in front of her chest, her eyes shining with bright light, and she also had a hint of admiration and admiration.
"What's the matter with me?" Lian said lightly.
Looking at his cold and indifferent expression, Qing'er restrained all smiles, bit her lip, staring at his cold lips, "It's okay, can't you look for you?"
"I am very busy. If it's okay, the princess can leave!" Lian, always maintains a calm mood.
The woman in front of me is the little princess in the divine world, the only descendant of the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen of Heaven: Feng Xiqing.
"Brother Huanlian, you hate Qing'er very much, right?" Qing'er asked in frustration. Even though she knew the answer, she still couldn't help asking.
The lotus was quiet and silent, quietly depicting the border of the autumn chrysanthemum, with a focused expression and a hint of tenderness in its eyes.
"I really hate it so much!" Seeing that he was silent, Qing'er smiled self-deprecatingly, staring at the pair of Qiu Ju, a trace of jealousy flashed in her bright eyes, and suddenly she enlarged the decibels and said, "I like you..."
Lian's hand shook, her affectionate and handsome face slightly stagnated, and her expression was a little dazed. The golden stroke became much thicker because of this.
He raised his eyebrows, as if he hadn't heard a side, and continued to bury his head and outline the golden edges depicting the autumn chrysanthemum.
Seeing this, Qing'er suddenly felt extremely bitter in her heart, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said softly: "Brother Huanlian, I know you can't let go of Sister Zhuque in your heart, but Sister Zhuque is no longer here, why don't you
Willing to accept me?"
"If I do something bad, I will change it if you tell me! You can't stand other women wearing red skirts like her. For you, I'm willing to wear bare face every day; you say you don't like rude girls,
I am willing to get rid of my bad habits and become gentle and charming."
"You can not like me, you don't love me, it doesn't matter. I can wait for you until the day when you can like me." Qing'er said in tears, crying and said softly.
Once upon a time, Zhuque was the God of Illusion Lotus, which was recognized by the gods. Because of Zhuque, she buried this feeling deeply in her heart. But now Zhuque is no longer here, why is he still unwilling to accept himself?
She is the princess favored by the gods in the gods. She is so infatuated with a man, who doesn’t know about the gods?
She loved her so humbly, and she always had a cold face.
Should such love continue? Is it worth it?
"No one forced you!" Lian replied expressionlessly, continuing to outline Qiu Ju.
Upon hearing this, Qing'er's body was dazed, took a breath, and said firmly: "Brother Huanlian, no matter what you say, I, Feng Xiqing, will not give up on you!"
Lian, slightly moved, raised her eyes, met the big watery eyes, raised her eyebrows and said, "Qing'er, I'm not worthy of you! You know, except her, no one in my heart can tolerate it!"