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no drawing of men

"Have you lost such a temper? Did you take the wrong medicine?" Nangong Yun looked at him suspiciously. He had been friends with Feng Qingcang for decades, and he had never seen him show signs of joy or anger.

No matter what happened, Feng Qingcang always looked as indifferent as water when he saw him. Unexpectedly, he would lose such a temper at him today, and it was also on the day when his little princess came back.

Feng Qingcang's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he calmed down all his emotions in an instant, "Nangong Yun, the young princess returns to the mansion today. I have a lot of things to do, so I won't entertain you. You go back to your post house first."

Nangong Yun froze. He knew that Feng Qingcang was issuing an eviction order, but he didn't expect that he would also be evicted one day. He was still a close friend with whom he once thought he had a good relationship.

"In this case, I won't disturb you here. If you want to ask me to come in the future, I won't come." Nangong Yun was also annoyed. He thought that no one in the world dared to do this to him. No matter what he did today,

I lost all my dignity and face.

"I never ask for help from anyone, including you. I am always asked by others." Feng Qingcang said in a cold tone.

Nangong Yun angrily flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave. But a cold voice came from behind.

"Keep the scroll in your sleeve. It belongs to my palace and you have no right to take it away."

Xin Moer's body trembled. It was just a painting. He was too stingy to be so fussy about it. His father was so uncertain, and I didn't know what he was causing.

"Feng Qingcang, don't go too far. Do you really want to break up with me?!" Nangong Yun turned around angrily, arguing with him about every painting.

I finally got to see clearly what Prince Xu is like.

Feng Qingcang pondered for two seconds, turned away from him, and said, "Put down the painting, and I will pretend that nothing has happened. Our relationship remains the same."

Nangong Yun glanced at Xin Moer, who was silent, and rolled up the painting in his sleeve. He was reluctant to keep the painting. However, the owner of the painting did not say anything and did not say that he would give the painting to him. So, he

It really shouldn't be taken away like this. It's also his fault. He was rude.

So the anger in my heart calmed down a bit, and I flattened the painting on the desk again. I bowed to Xin Mo'er and said in a voice like a spring breeze, "Mo'er, it was my fault just now."

Xin Mo'er grinned sincerely, and in her heart, she added two more points to his score, and blurted out in a light voice, "If you like it, I can go out and draw a lot for you in the future."

A glint flashed in Nangong Yun's eyes.

"However, a painting costs a thousand taels." Xin Mo'er added.

"Okay!" Nangong Yun did not hesitate and answered readily. Then without even looking at Feng Qingcang, he passed him by and left Prince Xu's Mansion.

"Are you short of money?" Feng Qingcang looked at Xin Mo'er displeased. Anyone could see that he was angry.

Xin Moer chuckled and said, "Father, the more money, the better. The more, the better."

"With your father supporting you, you don't have to make a living by selling paintings."

Xin Moer's head is full of black lines, why does this sound so unpleasant to her ears?

"It's okay to draw from now on, but you're not allowed to draw men." Before she could answer, Feng Qingcang's strong voice sounded.


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