Empress Shen Gongjiao

Chapter 198 Nosebleed If You Think About It Again

Feeling bewildered, Feng Qian punched him in the chest and raised his chin: "Jun Moying, what did you eat today?"

In fact, she wanted to say, what medicine did you take wrong?
It's just that this man is currently in an uncertain stage. She doesn't want to step on that fuse and detonate him in a short while. Isn't she the one who is unlucky?
Feng Qian endured it for a long time before resisting the urge to raise her hand to touch his forehead again.

"I'm sober!" Jun Moying frowned depressedly.

How many times does he have to say it before this little thing believes that he is in a state that is so normal that it can no longer be normal?
"Okay, okay, you're very sober, very sober!" Feng Qian nodded solemnly, but it seemed extremely perfunctory.

"Let's not talk about it, it's over. Can you paint for me now, Master Jun?"

really passed.

Even if there was anger and bitterness in the beginning, it all disappeared after he finished what he said in the morning.

It was very strange, no further explanation was needed, as long as he said that he had never touched Concubine Qi, and there would be no one else in the future, it was enough for her to trust this man.

She knew very well that with this man's character, he didn't bother to lie.What's more, he didn't need to lie at all.

"Painter Jun?" The corners of Jun Moying's eyes twitched.

Feng Qian smiled and said: "Yes, are you very satisfied with this title? Don't thank me too much, I will just boast."

Jun Moying helped her forehead, and turned around silently.

Walking to the edge of the desk, he carefully stroked the top piece of paper, then folded it again, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Feng Qian stared wide-eyed, watching him move in surprise.

Is this man planning to... treasure that "pig"?

Fuck!Is it because he is the protagonist in the painting, so he doesn't even care about the species?

Feng Qian trembled.

Jun Moying picked up the wolf hair resting there, paused, and said, "What does Qianqian want me to draw?"

Feng Qian thought for a while: "Anything is fine. The jewelry paintings before are very beautiful, and the headgear is especially beautiful! But there is no rush for those things, why don't you draw something else first, such as birds, animals, plants, flowers and trees some type of?"

"Fly, bird, walk, beast?" Jun Moying raised his eyebrows, and said these four words in a strange way, his expression was subtle for a moment.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly twitched the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "Well, that's a good idea."

Feng Qian looked bewildered.

Jun Moying pointed to a stool not far from him: "Qianqian, go and sit there, I'll call you when you finish drawing."

"Oh." Feng Qian nodded dumbly, only assuming that he was the kind of great painter who couldn't be disturbed by anyone while painting, and did as he said without any objection.

She propped her head on one hand, staring at the tall and tall man without blinking.

To say that this man is really blessed.

Look at the shape of this little face, those eyebrows, those eyes, which part is not a carefully outlined work of art?
In addition, he is an emperor who holds the imperial power in his hand and is above tens of thousands of people. He is simply... a fighter among tall, rich and handsome!
Feng Qian quickly withdrew her thoughts, no, no, no, I can't think about it anymore, if I think about it again, my nose will bleed!
He quickly focused on his painting.

The man's eyes were lowered, his expression was indifferent, but there was a gleam of arc in his long and narrow phoenix pupils, shining brightly.

With the movements of his pen, the bright yellow wide sleeves dance continuously on the white snow white paper, and the visual stimulation of the reflection of the two makes one's blood flutter.

(End of this chapter)