Fortunately, Xian Ziyai said that her sister was still somewhat curious about female celebrities, so she learned some skills from Xiaochun, the slave girl who served their mother, to pass the time.
When he walked to the door, he smelled a faint fragrance of ink. This was a fragrance he was familiar with. It was the juice of a plant that was mixed into the paint when he was painting. It could not only preserve the finished painting for a long time, but also reduce the cost of the painting.
There was some strange smell of ink. He frowned, not remembering that he used those paints when he left.
"Xian Zigen, what are you doing!" Xuan Yi walked into the study and saw Xian Zigen standing in front of the desk playing with the paints. There seemed to be a piece of rice paper spread out on the table, and in the distance was a ball of beautiful colors. This
The disgusting stinky girl actually used his belongings without his consent, "Are you looking for death?!"
Xian Ziqian, who was looking down at the peony picture in front of her, was startled. She almost dropped the brush in her hand to the ground. In her other hand, she held a small plate with some needed colors. She shivered and almost dropped it on herself.
On the body, the person stared blankly at Xuan Yi who walked in, and asked stupidly: "You, why do you make no sound when you walk?"
Xuan Yi originally wanted to get angry, but he held it back, but his mother warned him that the girl in front of him had some past relations with his mother. His mother said that he could not bully this girl anymore, but he could not. His mother would not get angry easily.
Being angry is powerful. He didn't want to make his mother unhappy. However, when he heard the silly question from the girl in front of him, he laughed angrily and snorted: "Why, do you want me to remind you before I come in?
Doesn’t it give you time to hide what you’ve done?”
Xian Ziqian also felt that her question was a bit silly. She bit her lip and did not dare to speak anymore.
"What are you doing?" Xuan Yi frowned, "I only think you are stupid, but at least you should understand the basic rules. After all, you are also a daughter raised by Mrs.
Where, I didn’t expect that there is such a bad habit of using other people’s belongings without their permission!”
Xian Zijian has become accustomed to Xuan Yi's cynicism, even though the two have met only a handful of times. She breathed a sigh of relief and said bravely: "Zi Jianyi just, just wanted to," looking at Xuan Yi's eyes staring at her, there was something in it.
Full of disgust, she suddenly said without thinking, "I just want to make Mr. Xuan happy."
After saying this, Xian Ziqian was stunned for a moment, cursing herself for being so shameless. There was no outsider now, so she didn't need to pretend to like the hateful Mr. Xuan Yixuan in front of her.
Xuan Yi laughed, looked at Xian Zijian, nodded and said: "It's a pity that my mother is not here, otherwise, she would have said that she had also made a mistake, and she told me that you actually hate me very much."
Xian Ziqian almost applauded in her heart. Princess Xuan was really a smart person! But she didn't dare to show any joy on her face. She didn't really intend to offend Mr. Xuan Yixuan in front of her, but she didn't really intend to offend him either. It was just a heads-up.
He hung down and stared at the ground, the expression on his face completely hidden.
"Did you paint this painting?" Xuan Yi's eyes were suddenly attracted by the colorful pattern on the table, and he had a particularly familiar feeling. Isn't this the peony painting he gave to Xian Zigen before?