The third elder and the second elder stood beside Murong Feixue and Ying Qian, almost astonished. Although only the second elder knew beforehand that Murong Feixue was the leader of the cat tribe, now the third elder also vaguely guessed it. Something. But, he was not sure at all.
Ying Qian turned around and glanced at Ying Gu first, without looking at the Lian girl at all. After taking a look at Ying Gu's aggressive attire, he immediately showed a look of dissatisfaction.
Only then did Ying Qian scold Ying Gu: "Look at what you look like? Can the patriarch's sister show up like this?"
Yinggu lowered her head and muttered: "The second elder said that she only had one person missing and asked me to make up the number. As the clan leader's sister, why can't I help..."
Before the second elder opened his mouth to defend himself, the third elder had already stood up. He bowed his head to Ying Qian and said, "The order of selection for the top ten beauties has been decided. Can you please invite the ten beauties to the painting boat and ask the painter to trace them?" history?"
Ying Qian looked back at the third elder, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he suddenly said: "I will personally trace the portrait of the first place! The other places will be supervised by the second elder. You can go to me now." In the study room, there are two guests who want to see you."
The third elder was suddenly startled. Although he did not understand the intention of the clan leader's order, he did not dare to disobey him. He just nodded in agreement, then left and turned around.
Murong Feixue, who was on the spot, stared at Ying Qian closely, and couldn't help but frown. She didn't know what this guy wanted to say to her, so he deliberately pushed away everyone. However, for this guy who has been passed down for ninety-nine generations, As the clan leader, Murong Feixue still had some patience to listen to him.
When the two of them arrived at a small waterfront building with quiet scenery, Ying Qian directly asked Murong Feixue to sit on a bamboo chair. Then, he really started to draw pictures with pen and paper, looking at Murong Feixue's face carefully. The outline, eyebrows and eyes are carefully drawn on the paper.
"I think you were beautiful when you were the Kyuubi, full of murderous aura, unmatched by anyone." Ying Qian lowered her head as she spoke, her eyes still fixed on the scroll, and the pen and ink in her hands did not stop.
"I think you look better when you shut up and concentrate on painting without any distractions." Murong Feixue didn't even look at Ying Qian and only spoke casually. He didn't seem to take Ying Qian seriously at all.
Ying Qian was startled for a moment, then laughed again. The look in her eyes towards Murong Feixue became more and more intense.
Unexpectedly, the law enforcement elder rushed over at this moment. With a hurried look on his face, he hurriedly walked to Ying Qian's side. But before he spoke, he saw Murong Feixue in Ying Qian's painting. He was stunned for a moment. …
On the scroll, a graceful woman in white sits sideways on a green bamboo chair. Her body is as soft as a bone, with a slightly tired expression. She looks far away at the river, with two strands of black hair hanging down her shoulders and falling on her chest. She is getting more and more excited. Her elegance and elegance are unique.
What is even more amazing is that Murong Feixue in Ying Gan's works, even her eyes are vivid, as if the woman on the scroll has come to life. It is breathtaking. If you don't observe carefully and understand with your heart, you will definitely not be able to describe it like this. Lifelike.
"Third Elder, you came here in a hurry just to watch me paint?" Ying Qian asked in a low voice while putting down his seal.
