Updated: 2010-08-19

Ye Shuiyao's yard is separated from his wall. What was somewhat unexpected to Ye Wuchen, the layout of the yard in front of him was much simpler than his. There was only a stone table and four stone benches around him, as well as a clear pond on the side. A green lotus in the pool was slightly slanted in the wind and was about to bloom. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

Moreover, it was too quiet here, as if no one was staying in it.

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and led Ningxue to the lightly closed room in the middle. Then he gently pushed open the empty door.

"go out!"

Before I stepped in, a cold voice that was so cold that it did not contain any sense of brilliance came from it, and then it became quiet and no other sound was made.

Ningxue paused, looked at her brother with inquiring eyes, and then was gently pulled in by Wuchen. Ye Wuchen's steps did not pause at all, as if he had not heard the cold shout at all.

The faint fragrance of her daughter slowly blew. Ye Wuchen took a sip, swept the girl's boudoir, and then looked at the woman in the room with her back facing them. She was wearing a light blue skirt, and the long skirt drooped her legs and feet. Her long black and gorgeous hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a slender waist and a slender figure. Her tall figure was no less than Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen couldn't help but secretly admired that he was worthy of being regarded as one of the three peerless enchantments of the Tianlong Kingdom. His back alone was already the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, she was only 19 years old, but she had such a figure, which was rare among women. You should know that although Ye Wuchen looked a little thin, his height... if calculated by the unit in his memory, it was more than 175 cm.

At this moment, there was a white scroll of paper in front of her eyes, and she drew it lightly with her bare hands. When she heard the footsteps, she did not look back, but repeated coldly again: "Go out!"

"It's your younger brother, and your life and death are uncertain for a year. Not only did you, the sister, not only did you not go to greet him, but you gave an order to expel guests as soon as you come. Alas, I'm so sad that I am the younger brother." Ye Wuchen admired her tender and delicate pair of white and sushi, and the exposed snow-white and pink half-pink neck. He said resentfully. He couldn't call out his parents, but this sister was very casual.

The woman paused her arm and finally turned around. Ye Wuchen finally saw her true face clearly. For a moment, he suddenly felt that the world in front of him was much brighter. There was a stone thrown into his heart, causing countless ripples. Her facial features were exquisite, her eyebrows were thin, her figure was beautiful, and her beautiful eyes were elegant and her mind was leisurely. She looked like a fairy Linfan. Although her light blue skirt was a little wide, her chest was still high, which made Ye Wuchen's gaze stay on it for a moment, and her heart was lost.

But her face was covered with frost, not with a thin anger, but with an invisible feeling of keeping people away from thousands of miles away. Even when she saw this younger brother who was originally thought to have died and had not seen her for a whole year, there was still no joy on her face, but she had a slim eyebrows. Because her boudoir has never been entered by a man, even her younger brother and father. Moreover, this younger brother who had just returned and now standing in front of her actually brought her a sense of unfamiliarity, as if he had been reborn.

"Just come back, go out."

She looked at Ye Wuchen and Ningxue respectively, withdrew her gaze, said a coldly sentence, and then turned around again. Even Ningxue's snow-haired face did not attract her attention, as if nothing in the world could cause ripples in her heart.

Ye Wuchen shrugged his shoulders... It is said that his sister is half a mother. Why is this sister like an ice sculpture, and it is the kind that is difficult to melt?

He couldn't help but remember that Long Zhengyang had said with a wry smile that even though he was the prince, Ye Shuiyao had never looked at him with a direct look.

At this time, she took the pen and drew lightly. As the brush danced, majestic peaks appeared on the paper. Each peak was drawn from the foot of the peak to the top, from the bottom of the paper to the top, with a steep cliff and a long cover. This 19-year-old woman was already a master of her brushwork, moistening ink, and painting. The mountains under her were vivid and majestic, making people look like they were in front of the mountain and looking up.

Ye Wuchen couldn't help but shook her head secretly. Although her brushwork was skillful, she lacked aura. Although she painted a cool thing, she was a bit rigid. Perhaps most people in this world are like this, even this fairy-like cheap sister cannot avoid the vulgarity.

"Women often love to paint flowers and water, but few women like to paint mountains. The arrogance and majesty of the mountains may not be suitable for you. And if you yearn for green mountains, green waters and quiet worlds, you can go out to play mountains and rivers, why should you stay alone in the boudoir and express your feelings for painting?" Ye Wuchen said in a gentle voice, then shook his head and sighed: "My sister's painting skills are already superb. I believe that there are not many people in this world who can beat her sister. It's just... Unfortunately, the artistic conception in the painting is too unsatisfactory."

Ye Shuiyao turned a deaf ear and continued to scrutinize her hands, but her eyebrows were slightly lagging.

Suddenly, the white shadow in front of her eyes shook, and a pair of soft hands were already covering her right hand. She subconsciously pulled her hand back and was about to drink coldly, but she found that her brush had been pinched in Ye Wuchen's hand. A piece of white paper had been re-stitched on the table, covering her unfinished painting.

"Drawing mountains does not require the mountain to be full of paper, and it stands up to the sky, and you don't even need to paint the whole picture of the mountain."

While speaking, his right hand began to swing quickly, his eyes lowered, his face calm and he smiled slightly. Ye Shuiyao's expression was dazed for a moment, but did not shout coldly, but instead fell on the drawing paper, his eyes full of shock.

His hands seemed to be thinner and thinner than women's hands. At this time, because his pen was too fast, a white shadow of the paper shook out, and strange clouds also appeared on the paper. In more than ten seconds, the clouds were already treacherous and full of atmosphere. Then his brushstrokes turned, and a few strokes appeared on the sea of ​​clouds, and several peaks of different heights appeared.

Ye Shuiyao's eyes suddenly released a brilliant color. He did not draw the foot or waist of the peaks at all. He just outlined the peaks faintly in the sea of ​​clouds, but made people unable to help but imagine and marvel at the spectacular height of the peaks above the clouds. Compared to the mountain full of paper, he simply drew the whole picture of the towering mountains. The difference in artistic conception is really a world of difference.

As for the whole painting, it took him less than a minute!

"Stop the clouds and mountains are hidden, and they stand ten thousand feet higher than his walls! When painting mountains, paint clouds first," Ye Wuchen smiled slightly, moistened the ink again, and then put it back into Ye Shuiyao's hand. His palms naturally stroked the back of her hand. Her hands were as tender as snow and as warm as jade.^-^^-^-^

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