Chapter 189 Portrait

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"Why?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about her. There are some things that I can't predict. And I don't think she wants your life when she comes to you, so I can rest assured about this.

Nangong Bingyu was puzzled, "Why are you so sure?"

Bubble's face was solemn, "If she really wants your life, not to mention me, it's still difficult for me to save your life."

Nang Gong Bingyu looked suspicious, "Is she very powerful?"

"Hmm. Do you remember when you asked me to inquire about the Empress Dowager there?

When I was reminded by bubbles, Nangong Bingyu remembered, "Hmm. Remember, you didn't want to go at that time. Is Ziyun the person you are afraid of?

"Yes." Bubble admittedly.

"So it is." Nangong Bingyu smiled and said, "I think so. If this Ziyun doesn't have any ability, how can he work beside the Empress Dowager? But isn't she the maidservant around the Empress Dowager? Why can she come out of the palace to find me?

"I don't know about this. But what I can tell you is that she is not a maidservant around her. No one in the world can be trapped by Ziyun.

Nangong Bingyu smiled and said, "Well, I also know about her. No matter what her intention is, I can't hide anyway."

Bubble shrugged his shoulders, "You're right. You can't avoid it."

Su Qi has led them to an attic selling books. After entering there, Su Qi said directly to the child with a straight face, "Please give me a big rice paper, and then a photo album. Give me some color charcoal pens."

The child hurried to prepare.

And Bubble and Nangong Bingyu are not good at these, and they can only wait and wait.

After seeing that the child had prepared everything, Su Qi rolled up his sleeves and tied the long sleeves of his hands. Then he stood in front of the long rice paper and carefully looked at the snow-white rice paper. He was distracted and seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts.

Bubble bumped into Nangong Bingyu with his elbow, "Xiao Yuer, what is he doing?"

"He?" Nangong Bingyu took a look at Su Qi and guessed, "He should be thinking about what he wants to draw."

"But what's good about staring at that white paper? He may have seen it for a long time!" Bubbles are puzzled.

"He should be looking for the best writing point."

"Oh."

As soon as their conversation fell, Su Qi moved. He stretched out his hands and grabbed the pen that was ready on the table, and Long Feifeng danced to paint on the rice paper.

Nangong Bingyu looked at Su Qi's painting in surprise, with surprise in her eyes. She had heard of people writing with both hands at the same time, but she really had never seen the person who painted with both hands at the same time.

I can't help walking in the direction of Su Qi.

What is printed into the eyes is——

The warm stage, surrounded by faint brilliance around her in the middle of the stage.

A cold and beautiful woman, gorgeous clothes, unique tassel hairpin, inserted into her towering temples. At this time, she was dancing on the stage, raising her hands, and the long sleeves were fluttering in the air.

Overall, it looks very elegant!

The person in the painting is smiling.

But there is an unspeakable sadness in his eyes.

Arouse the strings in people's hearts.

A blank rice paper was occupied by a woman with great aura and became its own soul!

After Su Qi outlined the last stroke of the brush in his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "It's finished! It's not enough time for a column of incense.

When Nangong Bingyu came to this time and space, there were really few people who really admired him from the bottom of his heart. At this time, he was completely shocked by Su Qi's talent. At this time, he turned his head from the painting and looked at Su Qi, stretched out his thumb and sincerely said, "Qi Shao! You are so talented!"

Su Qi smiled shyly, "This is nothing."

Bubble's eyes were also happy. He came forward and joked, "I didn't expect that Qiqi had such a hand. Why don't you give me one another day?"

"Good." Su Qi Shuanglang's response.

Nangong Bingyu looked at the painting on the table. The handwriting on the brush had all been absorbed by the rice paper. Thinking that she was still waiting for her father at her residence, she urged, "Qi Shao, can this painting be framed? I'm going to take it back now."

"Ok, these brushes are easy to keep. After drawing, they can be framed and saved immediately. Come on, let me help you!"

The two quickly framed the portrait. Nangong Bingyu asked Paopao and Su Qi to go to the garden first, and she took the portrait back drunk and dreamed of her father to death.

After what happened tonight, she felt that it was necessary for her to talk to her father about her mind. After all, it was not a matter for her father to live like this.

He is old, not as old as when he was young, and he deserves to be so corrupt.

Thinking of this, the pace of Nangong Bingyu and his feet accelerated.

The door of drunkenness and dream death can already be seen. A carriage parked outside the door. The carriage walked down to a noble lady. Nangong Bingyu's eyes were sharp and recognized the lady at a glance. He quickly called loudly, "Aunt Yupei!"