Feng Tianlan lay with her head sideways, looking at the rice paper placed on the table, as well as his special brush for painting, and then looking at his portrait of the Naihe Bridge facing each other hanging on the wall, the longing in her heart, It’s getting thicker and thicker.
It seems that she has never painted Mo Bai.
She misses him, so she should paint him.
With this idea, Feng Tianlan immediately sat up straight, first polished the ink, then spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, looked at the blank rice paper, thinking about the white ink, the tip of his nose dropped.
What is he doing at this time?
At this time, he had already prepared dinner, brought out the fried vegetables, served her rice, put some vegetables for her, and then looked at her eating with loving eyes, his cold handsome face.
Soft and happy.
An hour later, Feng Tianlan put down the last stroke and looked at him in the painting, sitting at the table with chopsticks in his hands and a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, just paused in mid-air, and opposite him, he put A pair of chopsticks, holding a bowl of rice and a bowl of soup, but no one.
His eyes were just like hers at this moment, full of longing, longing to the point of sadness.
"Mo Bai, do you miss me as much as I miss you?"
Feng Tianlan looked down at the portrait, but she couldn't help but her eyes turned red.
Her tears couldn't stop falling, dripping into the portrait and fainting.
The ink stains appeared, as if a sad flower suddenly bloomed.
She actually wanted to paint a perfect picture of her opposite him, but there wasn't.
Now that they are separated, she misses him so much, and he misses her too. supreme continent The splendid palace stands tall and majestic, making people awe-inspiring and not daring to be disrespectful in the slightest.
Red plum blossoms bloom outside a palace, as if you are in a sea of red plum blossoms.
The palace is exquisitely and luxuriously decorated.
In the side hall, on the bed under the gauze curtain, lies a handsome man who looks like a god.
Even though he has his eyes closed tightly, The eyes also have an inviolable nobility.
In front of the bed, a graceful girl sat, and a tall man stood beside her.
"Brother Imperial, it's been more than a month, can he still wake up?"
The girl looked at the man lying on the bed lustfully.
"As long as a person is alive, he will wake up one day."
The girl groaned, her eyes still looking at him lustfully, no matter when he woke up, he would be waiting.
The man lowered his eyes at the girl and saw what she was thinking.
He shouted in a deep voice, "Don't think about that.
He suddenly appeared in the Supreme Continent without any information.
His identity is unknown.
Just because he was unconscious, I won’t let you get close and touch me, so you’ll deserve that thought.”
He has never seen such a strange man.
Even if he is seriously injured or unconscious, he will not let women approach, only men.
"No."
The girl held the man's hand, raised her head and blinked her beautiful eyes, coquettishly, "Brother, it's rare for me to like a man.
Please help me once.
When he wakes up, don't say you saved him.
If he said it was me who saved him, maybe he would agree with me."
"Don't be ridiculous.
How many times has the emperor told you that girls should love themselves, how can they be disrespectful."
The man scolded even louder.
The girl pouted unwillingly, but did not dare to say anything more.
The emperor doted on her, but once the bottom line of principle was touched, he would never give in, so she could only give up her idea.
Si Mobai's world was in darkness.
He heard the sound of crying and felt a burning pain in his heart.
Was it Lan'er who was crying?