Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 794 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (46)

On one side, the side of vermilion lacquer wood.

On the cold ground, a small shadow quietly fell.

The little shadow was fluffy, stopped there for a while, and then easily jumped up the high window eaves and stood on the small wooden board above.

It looked left and right, thinking that the window was closed as before.

Unexpectedly, it touched lightly with its paw, and the window swing moved.

From the looks of it, the window wasn't closed, it was pushed open.

The beautiful little white tiger tilted its head, pulled it away, and then got in.

The palace was as warm as spring, and the lights lit up everywhere.

The white tiger's paw landed on the ground, as light as cotton, without making a sound.

When it saw the back figure sitting on the imperial chair and writing, it blinked and walked over.

"Ow~"

Not too far away from him, it made a sound, as if to remind him.

However, that indifferent figure didn't respond, and the pen fell on the spread of rice paper, not knowing what to write.

"." Baihu didn't get a response, looked at the place for a while, and then jumped onto the soft bed beside him.

Taking advantage of the limpness again, it jumped easily and landed on his imperial desk.

Four tiger paws stepped on the edge of the slightly upturned desk, and its round head looked at the inkstone, and then at the rice paper.

The blue and beautiful tiger pupils were taken aback when they saw the contents on the rice paper.

The tiger's pupils widened slightly, and their shape became more round.

Its tail was slightly upturned, its paws were a little unsteady, its tiger eyes were shining, and even its spine was stiff.

On the rice paper, it is not others, but
Princess Chuyang.

The picture of her swinging under the ancient locust tree was drawn without leaving any traces.

Even the lazy appearance of her looking up at the sun is very amazingly outlined.

Bai Hu's body was stiff and unable to move, watching him write, watching his brows pale and eyes dark.

"."

Now, is that what she thought?

For a while, Baihu didn't know whether he should make a sound or not.

It looked at the rice paper that was spread out, and at the portrait that had been hung up to the side. It was the scene when she met him that day.

The woman in the portrait lowered her eyebrows slightly, the tassels on her hairpin were like butterflies, and she was wearing a light blue dress that was even more elegant and charming.

Such a realistic appearance, as if it will walk out of the painting in the next second.

The tail of the white tiger that stepped on the Yushutai slowly drooped down.

An Jing looked at the emperor who was holding the pen, then tentatively stretched out his front paw and touched the rice paper.

The man who was holding the pen paused for a moment.

The tip of the pen was dipped in ink, and a drop of ink seemed to have accidentally dropped on the paper.

Soon it was quietly blurred, and the woman on the swing was painted, and the skirt was also slightly abrupt.

It doesn't look like a big problem, and you can't find it if you don't look closely.

Que Yan lightly raised his eyes, looked at it, his eyes were cold, like the temperature tonight.

The white tiger's fluffy paws pressed down on the rice paper, and immediately, a plum blossom seal fell down.

Its chubby little head tilted and groaned, as if asking, what is he doing?
Que Yan spoke flatly, without emotion, "Why are you still here?"

"Could it be true that you have saved me once, so I won't peel your skin?"

"." Baihu looked at him quietly.

The clear blue tiger pupils looked at him quietly, as if trying to see through his heart.

(End of this chapter)