Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 794 The Tyrant's Little Princess (46)

  Aside, the side of vermilion lacquer wood.

   On the icy ground, a small shadow quietly fell.

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

  It looked around, thinking that the window was closed as before.

   Never thought about it, it touched it lightly with its paw, and the window swing moved.

   It seems that the window is not closed, it is pushed open.

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

  The palace is as warm as spring, and the lights are shining everywhere.

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

  Seeing the back figure sitting on the imperial chair and writing, as before, it blinked and walked over.

   "Aw~"

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

   However, the indifferent figure didn't respond, and the pen fell on the spread of rice paper, not knowing what he was writing.

   "." 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, its round head looked at the inkstone, and then at the rice paper.

   When the blue and beautiful tiger pupils saw the content on the rice paper, they were taken aback for a moment.

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

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

  On the rice paper, it is not others, but

  Princess Chuyang.

  The picture of her swinging under the ancient pagoda 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 faint and eyes dark.

  “.”

   Now, is that what she thought?

  Bai Hu didn't know whether to make a sound or not.

  It looked at the rice paper spread out, and then 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 lowers her eyebrows slightly, the tassels on her hairpin are like butterflies, and she is wearing a light blue dress that is even more elegant and charming.

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

  The white tiger stepped on the Yushutai, its tail slowly drooped down.

   Quietly 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 is dipped in ink, and the ink on it seems to have accidentally dropped a drop 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 seem like a big problem, and you can't find it if you don't look closely.

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

  The white tiger's fluffy paws pressed on the rice paper, and immediately, a plum blossom was printed.

   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 possible to really think that I won't peel your skin after saving me once?"

   "." Bai Hu looked at him quietly.

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

  (end of this chapter)