She was a little nervous. When she arrived at Prince Xi's Mansion, Muyin's palms were trembling. She was a little excited when she thought that she would live here in the future.
Presumably... I will spend more time alone with Yuan Hongxi, right? Then wouldn't it be possible to listen to him tell the cause and effect of everything?
With a smile, she pulled the wooden painting and walked in. Just in time, Yuan Hongxi was standing in the study room painting. When he saw her coming, he raised his eyebrows.
"You're here." The words were light and gentle, but there was a hint of warmth in them.
Muyin pretended to be serious, and glanced around to see if anyone was watching. The wooden painting behind him coughed, and stepped forward, took a look at Yuan Hongxi's painting, and said in surprise: "Your Majesty's painting skills are really amazing.
Lifelike."
"That's a compliment." He was polite but distant. Yuan Hongxi raised his eyes and glanced at Muyin, and then said, "If you are tired, take a rest aside."
"Okay." Muyin sat aside happily, while Muhua stood neatly next to Yuan Hongxi, looking at Yuan Hongxi's words with a smile on his face, and started talking to him.
"Your Majesty, although this font is domineering, it seems a little lackluster when paired with this painting. Wouldn't it be better if it was softer?" The wooden painting pointed out, his face turned red, and his hands became sweaty.
Yuan Hongxi originally stopped writing, but when he heard what she said, he felt that it made sense and couldn't help but start from the beginning.
After painting for a while, Yuan Hongxi unfolded the painting and showed it to Muyin. He clapped his hands and Muyin said: "Very good." It was a beautiful and natural landscape painting.
The wood painting also nodded and smiled: "The grand structure of the prince is integrated with the landscape. It is a rare masterpiece."
"Miss Wood Painting knows painting?" Yuan Hongxi raised the corners of his mouth, and his hair hung down from his forehead, adding a touch of grace and talent to him.
"Know something." Muhua lowered his head shyly, stretched out his hand, and was about to tell Yuan Hongxi something about the painting when his feet stumbled and he almost fell into his arms.
When Yuan Hongxi gave in, he didn't let her run into his arms. Instead, he turned around and grabbed her with his hands. Muyin stood up in fright and asked quickly: "Muhua, what's wrong with you?"
"Maybe I'm tired after coming out and feel a little uncomfortable." Mu Hua explained awkwardly.
"In this case..." Muyin thought of her pale face and trembling body, and felt a little anxious, "Do you want Liu Mo to come over?"
"I dare not bother you." Mu Hua hurriedly declined, "It's getting late, so Mu Hua has to leave first."
"Wait for me to go back together?" Muyin grabbed her.
"This..." Mu Hua glanced at Yuan Hongxi hesitantly and shook his head, "It seems not good to stand here and disturb the prince and sister."
Yuan Hongxi narrowed her eyes and smiled intriguingly, "It's okay. Since you are Yin'er's sister, it doesn't matter if we get together for a while."
"How about we go for a walk?" Muyin raised an eyebrow, "I heard there are activities on the street."
"Okay." Yuan Hongxi nodded and smiled. At this time, Han Queluo also walked out in time and called out: "Brother Yuan."
"Aren't you feeling well?" Yuan Hongxi hurriedly came forward and supported Han Queluo, looking affectionate and intimate. It was indeed a bit different from the way he treated Muyin.
Mu Hua glanced back and forth at Yuan Hongxi and Muyin, then lowered his head secretly. The hand hidden in his sleeve was still wet. She didn't succeed. Could it be that Yuan Hongxi noticed it and deliberately let it go?
She thought so in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud.
