It's almost noon, the sun is a little bit strong, just go out of the door, the glare of the light, she subconsciously raises her sleeves and blocks her face.

"The concubine ... how did you come out ..." The two maids were not far away from the house. When they saw her, they quickly put down the embroidery in her hand and stood up.

"Do you continue. Don't care about me." Raped a word leisurely, and walked towards the pavilion not far away.

The weather is too hot, and find a place to block the wind and rain. But she doesn't want outsiders to see it. She feels distressed and thinks that if a person lives, she doesn't need to be so troublesome.

But, heaven is not as good as everyone.

Put the seventh seventh on the stone bench in the pavilion, the right hand sleeve suddenly dropped a thing and fell into her palm.

This was taken out of the back mountain of the original yard.

There are many such things over there. She doesn't know the name, but probably knows that it is growing in the soil, and then it will grow out at a certain point in time, like trees.

Black and black, the two thumbs are so thick, very hard.

After finding it on the seventh day, I was very happy. After three days of excitement, I hugged it to sleep.

It took another afternoon to divide the collected things into a few, each of which was very thin. Then cut the two ends and sharp.

At this point, a thing that can replace the pencil appears.

It is just that she has never really painted comics in this time and space.

Think about it, from crossing, he was married to the king's palace as the concubine, and then bullied, and then for three months to restore his skills.

What she has always believed is that as long as she is strong enough, the world can only control me.

The three months are not short or short. She lives very "full" every day. Without stopping, there is no time to draw.

Now that she is "imprisoned", it seems that she communicates with the comics.

The injury is exactly the left hand instead of the right hand.

I was also idle. She needed to review the technique of painting and communicating with her Inuyasha.

Back to that yard and brought a "pencil", unfortunately there was no 4K paper. She thought about it, and finally had to treat the floor of the pavilion as a paper.

But in the eyes of everyone, the concubine was squatted in the pavilion, and the left hand could not move due to injury. He took a black thing in his right hand and wrote a mess on the ground.

As for what he painted, no one knows, because no one dares to make a look at it clearly.
Chapter completed!