Rong Xiaoyu turned around directly, still holding Shen Bingning's hair in his hand, "Bingning, I said, don't see what's inappropriate, don't hear what's inappropriate, why don't you listen, eh?"
"Wow, it hurts..." Shen Bingning raised her hands, but they were already pulled away by him.
Mo Bai was still lying on the door, not knowing what he was looking at.
Murphy had a cold face and gave him a kick directly, "You're worthless."
Mo Bai was kicked in the butt and almost fell to the ground. He pointed his finger at Mo Fei, "How dare you, how dare you kick his ass, how dare you kick his ass, I don't want to live anymore."
Murphy looked at him condescendingly, "Believe it or not, if you look again, someone will definitely dig out your eyes."
Mo Bai's eyes twitched, "Will it?"
"Huh," he patted the clothes on his body, "If the princess didn't insist on dragging me here, I wouldn't want to watch it. What's so interesting about this? It's just a man and a woman talking about love. It's not interesting at all. That's not it.
Went to see the fish." He shook his head and walked out, still emphasizing that this was Shen Bingning's idea and had nothing to do with him.
In fact, the two of them are basically on the same page, and no one can say anything bad about the other.
Shen Bingning jumped up and down and ran to the kitchen. She heard that they made steamed buns today to relieve her lovesickness. No, it was because of her homesickness. As soon as she entered, she saw Yao Qi standing there. She didn't know.
What are you doing? Isn't it stealing steamed buns?
She sneaked closer and saw that Yao Qi was looking at something intently. If he were usually ten feet away, he would have known that there was someone behind him. But now that she was so close, he didn't notice it.
It shows that he really put his thought into it.
This time, he discovered that he was suffering from something.
"What are you doing?" Shen Bingning smelled it, and it seemed that there was no smell. It couldn't be porridge.
"An ancient recipe from our Yao family."
"What does the ancient prescription treat?" Shen Bingning opened the lid of the pot and smelled a faint smell of porridge inside, "The smell seems to be quite good, and you will feel refreshed after smelling it.
Yao Qi continued to fan the fire, blowing it again and again, not in a hurry, "Our Yao family has lived at sea for generations, and these are passed down from generation to generation. When someone gets seasick, as long as he drinks these, he will not be able to get back to sea again."
Dizzy."
"I understand." Shen Bingning nodded, "You have to endure it for both of us, right?"
Yao Qi frowned slightly and did not answer her words.
Shen Bingning closed the lid of the small pot and said, "Stay longer and give Xiao Fei some to drink. He's also very dizzy." She also asked for some benefits for Mo Fei so that he wouldn't be exhausted all day long.
With a dead face, no matter how pale his face is, it is really scary to come out in the middle of the night.
"Yes," Yao Qi responded lightly, his eyes always on the small pot, never leaving it at all.
It happened that the steamed buns were ready in the kitchen. When Shen Bingning saw the buns, she didn't care about anything.
"It's so hot." She took one in one hand and ate it until it was hot to the lips. It was the most delicious thing to eat like this.
"I'll eat this, and give this to Xiao Yu," she said, holding two buns and eating them as she walked, not forgetting her close relationship with her husband.
In the next few days, it was always sunny and windy. The weather was really good. The wind pushed their boat forward. Shen Shuang didn't vomit anymore. I don't know if he had adapted to the life on the boat these days.
Yao Qi's ancestral secret recipe really worked. He finally stopped fainting. Even Mo Fei came back to life. He no longer had to make a scary face every day.
A little over there, yes, that's it. Shen Bingning sat in front of a piece of drawing paper, holding the angle with the black pen in her hand, preparing to draw a picture for her dear husband. Of course it was a sketch. Although her sketch was
Not very good, but after these days, I have continued to
She has practiced painting very well, and she also works hard, so her current painting skills can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds. Even Rong Xiaoyu was surprised by the paintings she painted. Of course,
She also took advantage of modern people, because things are rare and valuable.
Everyone here paints paintings of beautiful women, meticulous paintings, etc. There are no such thing as three major faces and five major tones. Therefore, she dares to pat her chest and guarantee that her paintings are absolutely unique to Nanyao.
She looked at Rong Xiaoyu, who was leaning against the bow of the boat and standing facing the wind not far away. Looking at this figure, this grace, this face, her husband-in-law really looked like a monster, no, he looked like a fairy.
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Looking at this sea breeze, this sea, this sky, this feeling, it is like an ink painting with heavy makeup and light makeup. The more she paints, the more she feels and the more energetic she becomes. She was originally someone who could never sit still, but now she has
She has been looking at this painting for more than an hour. She wants to paint her dear husband as if it were captured by a camera. Although her skills are limited, she can do her best.
After painting the last stroke, she rubbed her sore shoulders. She was really exhausted.
"Let me take a look," Mo Bai ran over to take a look. At this look, his eyes suddenly widened, "No way, it's amazing, he looks so much like our prince." Others also ran over to take a look.
On the white drawing paper, what was outlined was indeed a blue sky and white clouds. The calm sea seemed to extend to a hundred miles away. A man stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the distance so faintly, his clothes flying.
, the figure is independent, even the long eyelashes are clearly defined, and there is only one side face, but you can already feel the good temperament and nobility of this man, and there is also a kind of elegance coming from the bones.
, Gao Jie, who comes from the soul, although there is no color, although it is just a black line, the painting is very vivid, and it is at least 90% like it.
Rong Xiaoyu also walked over, and he could tell at a glance that it was him. It was very similar to when he looked in the mirror in the past, and he was also drawn into his eyes.
"Bingning's paintings are getting better and better," Rong Jiayu put his hand on Shen Bingning's hair and stroked it gently.
Shen Bingning is a person who has never experienced losses. After this loss, he didn't know where his pride went. His skills were not good in the first place, but he was praised as a master.
"Come on, who wants to draw? I am in a good mood today," she rolled up her sleeves proudly, making an exception today to show off her talent.
Mo Bai smiled with a twitching look on his face, and was fanning himself back and forth with the fan in his hand. Shen Bingning didn't know that the wind was so strong, so why should he be fanning all day long when he had nothing to do? Was he having a convulsion?