When Ying Zheng was ignited a certain flame in his heart by the shadow of the Honglian, he did not know that Ying Zheng's own shadow also ignited a certain flame in his heart.

One is desire and the other is hope.

From Ying Zheng's perspective, you can only see the shadow of the Red Lotus, but from the perspective of the Red Lotus, it is also the case.

Honglian behind the screen looked at the shadow reflected on the screen that was obviously much taller than her own. Her eyes slowly bent down, and she showed an unconcealed smile in the arc at the corners of her eyes.

It seems that in order to better cooperate with Ying Zheng, and to better allow Ying Zheng to use his fingers as brushes, screens as plain silk, and his shadow as material to outline the most beautiful painting in the world. The red lotus just stood there quietly, even breathing at the lightest point, trying hard to keep his body stable, for fear that even the slightest tremor would appear on his body.

When the lines of the human body were finally limited, as the world went on, Ying Zheng's fingers returned to the far point. For some reason, Ying Zheng suddenly sighed.

The sigh fell into Honglian's ears and immediately had something else to do. Honglian hesitated for a little and slowly walked into the screen. To be more precise, he walked forward, as if the screen did not exist, but it was just like, not the fact. Honglian had just taken two steps and had already stuck to the screen, but Honglian still did not stop, but arched forward with all her strength until there were beautiful and deep dents and protrusions squeezed out on the brocade surface of the screen.

The book on the opposite side was drawn with the fingers that stopped again. At this time, the lines drawn by the fingers were no longer just simple planes, but had a little more three-dimensional feeling.

However, three-dimensional paintings take a lot more time than flat paintings. No matter how much more, there must be an end. As the fingers slide, the fingers finally fall into one place, and fall into the place where they need to finish.

Ying Zheng looked at the position where his fingers finally stopped. His expression, which had become very serious when he was hooking the pattern, was suddenly broken by a faint smile, but his fingers that were moving up and down on the screen suddenly changed direction.

"Ah!" With a scream, the screen was pierced.

"King." Honglian was stunned.

"You're right, you're really just plump." Ying Zheng withdrew his fingers, looked at the crystal clearness that appeared on it at some point, and said with a satisfied smile.

"King, it's not just that." Honglian was completely red at this time, because Ying Zheng's movements also fell into Honglian's eyes through the shadow on the screen. If Ying Zheng could see it, he might have sent someone to send a red cinnabar to smudge his previous masterpiece.

"What else?" Ying Zheng said calmly.

"Don't the king often say that the answers you find are the best answers?" Honglian said with the urge to stagger his eyes.

"I really can't refute this." Ying Zheng said as he walked around the screen.

The one who appeared in front of Ying Zheng was the red lotus without lotus.

As Hong Lian said, Ying Zheng looked at the questions in front of him with his own eyes, hoping to get the answer he wanted.

"Master, did you find out what's the difference?" Honglian said with her hands behind her back, but she didn't know whether she was intentional or unintentional. Her posture at this moment made her position in front of her even higher.

"What you can see with your eyes has seen before." Ying Zheng thought and asked.

"But the human eyes are just a tool in the process of finding answers, not the only one," said Honglian.

"Yes, so when you eliminate your eyes, you should change another tool." Ying Zheng said.

"For example, what about? King." Honglian said as she leaned forward even more, as if she was about to turn to Ying Zheng's arms.

"There are still hands." Ying Zheng said as he stretched out his palm and dragged it over Honglian's body that seemed to fall down at any time.

"Have you ever discovered any difference?"

Ying Zheng's palm did not hold Honglian, or because the force condensed in Ying Zheng's palm played a counter-effect, causing some deviation in the facts. Honglian still fell down and fell into Ying Zheng's arms.

"Did the king find the answer? King, have you found the difference?" The red lotus, which seemed to have been extracted from all the bones of his body, leaned on Ying Zheng's chest, and said in a slight trembling voice.

"Finished." Ying Zheng blocked Honglian's waist with one hand to fix her body to prevent her from falling, and the other hand still dragged the previous meow.

"What is it?" Honglian asked.

"Weight." Ying Zheng weighed it in his hand while speaking.

"Has it become lighter or heavier?" Honglian asked.

"It's a little heavier." Ying Zheng smiled.

"Do you know the reason?" Honglian said this, and no longer dared to look at Ying Zheng.

"I don't know this." Ying Zheng said in a daze.

"Do you want to know the answer?" Honglian whispered with a temptation.

"My curiosity is very heavy," Ying Zheng replied.

"Then I will tell you, the king." Honglian suddenly raised her head and said.

Her face was still very red, but in the shy blush, she became a little more determined at this time.

"What is it?" Ying Zheng put his head down and put his ears to Honglian's lips.

"Because there is something else in her place." Honglian whispered softly against Ying Zheng's ear.

"What's more?" Ying Zheng asked.

"I can only tell you so much, and the next answer can only depend on the king himself." Honglian said with a smile.

"I'm going to order you to give me some more tips." Ying Zheng straightened his waist and said.

"The eyes gave you a preliminary answer to the king, and the touch of your hands deepened the king's perception. So, king, what should be the turn next?" Honglian guided Ying Zheng.

"Is it the sense of smell of the nose?" Ying Zheng asked.

"No." Honglian shook her head and denied.

"What is that?" Ying Zheng pretended to be puzzled.

"The king really doesn't know?" Honglian was a little annoyed. What the king could not have imagined?

"Of course I......" Ying Zheng said and paused.

"What's the matter with the king?" Honglian asked quickly when she saw this.

"Of course I know." Ying Zheng said.

Before Honglian could react, Ying Zheng bent down again at an extremely fast speed, and held something in front of him and shook it.

"I knew you were making fun of me. The king was so smart that he would definitely think of this answer." Honglian said as she hugged Ying Zheng tightly, as if she wanted to use her own way to help her king find the answer she wanted as soon as possible.

"Master, do you know the answer?" After a long time, Honglian let go of Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng, who was standing upright, looked at the Honglian in front of him, and did not speak, but instead made a swallowing move.

"King." It's not Ying Zheng, but Honglian got the answer she wanted.
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