"Master must be worthy of the word "warm man" you say. Qingyu, there are still many things in this Najie. It's up to you to decide. Keep what is useful and throw away what is not." Chi Yunyuan said slightly.
smiled.
Chi Yunyuan looked at the well-behaved Nalan Qingyu and felt very satisfied in his heart. It would be great if he also had such a daughter, but it's a pity.
"Master, if you give me this Najie, that boy Qingli will definitely be jealous. Otherwise, you can just give it to him." Nalan Qingyu said with a slight smile.
When Chi Yunyuan mentioned Qingli, he had a helpless look on his face, and there was a bit of a smile in his eyes, "He asked me to give you this Najie. He won't be jealous. Although this bastard Qingli usually tricks
He's annoying, but he's really nice to you."
"Although you usually don't call him sister when you see him, but when you disappeared, he was more anxious and sad than anyone else. I was really annoyed by him in those days. Oh, Qingli..." said
Later, Chi Yunyuan couldn't speak anymore.
The smile on Nalan Qingyu's lips slowly solidified. Every time the master and apprentice talked about Qingli, they couldn't help but think of the poison in his body, and their moods became heavy.
"I know, Master, I know everything. So, no matter how much it costs, I will save Qingli and my brother." Nalan Qingyu bit her lower lip, her eyes extremely firm.
"Okay, Qingyu, go to bed quickly." Chi Yunyuan nodded slightly and looked at Nalan Qingyu with distress. Her strength always made people feel distressed.
*
After Nalan Qingyu accidentally learned the news, she couldn't sleep all night, thinking about how to find Leng Mobai the next day and how to convince him to take her into Wuji Hall.
She couldn't sleep anyway, so she simply sorted out the things in the ring. There were indeed many good things in Fang Yuan's ring. She kept all the things she wanted and threw away the ones she didn't need.
However, there was also someone who couldn't sleep here. Huangfu was not only unable to sleep, but his mood was extremely bad.
Why, he let her go. He didn't expect that she could escape in that situation. First, he was too careless, and second, the woman was too smart. Not only did she escape, but she also gave him
sold.
Thinking of this, Huangfu Minghan's elongated face stretched a little longer, and his body exuded a cold aura, making the whole room almost freeze.
The cold air inside spread to the outside, and the guards standing outside couldn't help but shiver. It was so cold!!!
As long as they stand outside the Lord's door, they will feel that winter is coming. Everyone knows that the Lord is very unhappy today, so everyone is more cautious than usual, for fear that if they make a mistake, they will become cannon fodder.
Huangfu Minghan really couldn't sleep, so he simply shouted coldly, "Come here!"
Upon hearing the Lord's call, the subordinates guarding the door immediately opened the door and entered, kneeling down and asking, "What are your orders, Lord!"
"Light the candle and prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me immediately!"
Soon, everything Huangfu Minghan needed was prepared, and the room was illuminated by candlelight.
Huangfu Minghan gently lifted his robe and stood up, with a long shadow cast behind him.
A simple movement but full of domineering power. His thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his handsome and cold face dazzled these people.
"Everyone, get back!" He raised his hand slightly and said coldly,
"Everyone, get out of here!" He raised his hand slightly and said coldly. He had already walked to the desk, and his slender fingers gently touched the stack of white paper.
"Yes!" Everyone stepped back and carefully closed the door.
Huangfu Minghan picked up the pen and looked at the white paper. He was slightly lost in thought. The corners of his mouth slowly turned up. At this moment, it seemed as if all the light was shattered and hit his stern and picturesque face. It was stunning.
nice.
After a while, he picked up his pen and started to move.
Slender fingers with well-defined joints. The jade-like fingers gently held the black pen holder, making flowing water on the paper, making wonderful strokes. He tilted his head slightly, and a few strands of hair fell gently. His deep eyebrows were serious.
The look on his face and his cold and resolute profile are so heroic.
Soon, a portrait was completed, and the people in the painting looked lifelike and lifelike, as if they were alive on the paper.
The person in the portrait is none other than Nalan Qingyu, who is disguised as a man. In other words, that face is Nalan Qingli's.
The people on the scroll are elegant, with bright eyes, suave, and a sense of cold arrogance and playfulness between their eyebrows that is particularly attractive.
The corner of Huangfu Minghan's mouth slowly curled into a sinister smile, and his shiny fingertips slowly stroked the cheek of the person in the painting.
"I'm not afraid that you will run away, but I'm afraid that you won't even have a chance to run away next time." Huangfu Minghan's low-pitched voice sounded, and he muttered to himself while looking at the scroll.
Then, he put the painting aside and started painting again.
After just a few strokes of painting, his beautiful brows frowned, and he was very dissatisfied with what he had drawn this time.
He pressed his five fingers on the paper, crumpled the paper into a ball, flicked it, and swept it directly to the ground.
He kept drawing and frowning, his eyes were like pools, and a few cold gleams kept flashing, and the white paper was constantly being crushed into balls of waste paper.
Before long, there were dozens of paper balls scattered everywhere.
However, Huangfu Minghan was still sitting there, holding the strokes and continuing to draw, with an attitude of never giving up until he finished the painting. He was surrounded by snow-white paper balls, and a few sporadic strokes could be vaguely seen on each paper ball.
I knew he was painting a portrait.
The sky gradually turned white, until there was only the last piece of white paper left. He took a deep breath and picked up the pen again. This time, his frown gradually relaxed, and the movements of his pen became more and more intense.
It's getting smoother.
Slowly, I saw a peerless beauty suddenly appearing on the scroll.
He placed the pen on the pen and inkstone with his slender fingers, then picked up the picture scroll he had just drawn and looked at it carefully. As he looked, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
The woman in the portrait is simply black and white because there are no other colors. The black dress on her body is simple and mysterious.
She has a beautiful face, shoulders that look like chiselled shoulders, a waist that is plain, and a temperament that is like orchid. The corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, outlining a faint smile that seems to be a smile but not a smile.
Her charming phoenix eyes gleamed with a hint of desolation, her black eyes radiated wisdom, and her eyebrows were bright.
Her long dark hair was spread casually over her shoulders, spread out like smooth silk, as if there was light shining on the top of her head, and there were tiny halos on her black hair, which was so beautiful that it captured your heart!!!