Chapter 34

Updated on: August 19, 2010

Ye Shuiyao's yard is only separated by a wall from his. To ye Wuchen's surprise, the layout of the yard in front of him is much simpler than his. On the bare ground, there is only a stone table and four stone benches around, as well as a clear pool on the side. In the pool, a green lotus slants slightly with the wind and is in bud. There is nothing else.

Moreover, it is too quiet here. It seems that no one is staying in it.

Ye Wuchen glanced, a warm smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and led Ning Xue to the lightly closed room in the middle. Then gently push open the empty door.

"Get out!"

Before stepping in, a cold voice without any sense of color came from inside, then calmed down, and no other sound came out.

Ning Xue stepped in and looked at her brother with inquiring eyes, and then was lightly pulled in by Wuchen. There was no pause in ye Wuchen's footsteps, as if he didn't hear the cold drink at all.

The faint fragrance of her daughter came slowly. Ye Wuchen took a sip, glanced at the girl's boudoir, and then looked at the woman in the room who was facing them with her back. She was dressed in a light blue skirt. Her long skirt covered her legs and jade feet. Her long black and gorgeous hair was casually draped over her fragrant shoulders. She had a slender waist and a slender figure. Her tall figure was no less than ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen couldn't help admiring secretly. He deserves to be praised as one of the three most enchanting in Tianlong kingdom. Just his back is the bell of the aura of heaven and earth. She is only 19 years old, but she has such a figure, which is rare among women. You know, although ye Wuchen looks a little thin, his height... If calculated in the unit of memory, it is also more than 175 cm.

At this time, she spread a white paper roll in front of her eyes. When she heard the footsteps, she didn't look back, but repeated coldly again: "go out!"

"Anyway, it's also your brother. Your life and death are uncertain for a year. You, a sister, not only don't greet you, but order you to leave when you come. Ah, it really makes me feel sad as a younger brother. " Ye Wuchen admires a pair of slender catkins that are as warm as jade and white as frost, and the exposed half of the snow-white and pink neck, which is very sad. He couldn't call his parents, but the sister said it very smoothly.

The woman gave her arm a meal and finally turned around. Ye Wuchen finally saw her true face. For a moment, he suddenly felt that the world in front of him was much brighter. If there were stones in the heart lake, it caused countless ripples. Her facial features are exquisite, her eyebrows are clear and thin, her posture is Yan Chi, her beautiful eyes look forward to her, her bearing is high, her mood is leisurely, and she looks like a fairy coming to the world. Although a light blue skirt is slightly broad, the chest is still high and uplifted, which makes ye Wuchen's eyes stay on it for a moment involuntarily, and his heart is lost.

But her face was covered with frost, which was not a thin anger, but an invisible cold that refused to be thousands of miles away. Even when she saw the younger brother who had thought she had died and had not seen him for a whole year, she still couldn't see the slightest joy on her face. Instead, she broke her eyebrows. Because her boudoir has never been entered by men, even her brother and father. And the younger brother who had just returned and now stood in front of her gave her a strange feeling, as if he had been reborn.

"Just come back and get out."

She looked at ye Wuchen and Ning Xue respectively, took back her eyes, said a word coldly, and then turned away again. Even the residual face of the frozen snow did not attract her eyes, as if everything in the world could not bring up the ripples in her heart.

Ye Wuchen shrugged his shoulders... They all said that his sister was half a mother. How could this sister look like an ice sculpture and still be the kind that is difficult to melt?

He couldn't help thinking that long Zhengyang once said with a bitter smile that even if he was the prince, ye Shuiyao never looked at him in the right eye.

At this time, she painted gently. With the dance of the brush, majestic peaks appeared on the paper. Each peak was painted from the foot of the peak to the top, from the bottom of the paper to the top. The cliffs and steep walls filled the picture. This 19-year-old woman has been a great master in terms of pen, ink and composition. The mountains under her are vivid and majestic, making people look like relatives in front of the mountain.

Ye Wuchen couldn't help shaking her head. Although her handwriting was skilled, she lacked a smart spirit. Although her painting was a cool object, it was a little more rigid. Perhaps most people in this world are like this. Even this fairy like cheap sister is not free from vulgarity.

"Women often like painting flowers and water, but few women like painting mountains. The arrogance and grandeur of mountains may not be suitable for you. And if you yearn for green mountains, green waters and secluded world, you can go out to visit mountains and rivers. Why do you keep your boudoir alone and concentrate on painting? " Ye Wuchen said softly, then shook his head and sighed: "my sister's painting skills are already superb. I believe there are few people who can surpass my sister in the world, but... Unfortunately, the artistic conception in the painting is too unsatisfactory."

Ye Shuiyao turned a deaf ear and continued to draw on her hands, but her eyebrows were slightly broken.

Suddenly, the white shadow in front of her eyes flashed, and a pair of soft hands had covered her right hand. She subconsciously pulled back her hand. Just about to drink cold, she found that her brush had been pinched in her hand by Ye Wuchen, and I don't know when a piece of white paper had been paved on the table to cover her unfinished painting.

"Painting mountains doesn't mean that the mountains are full of paper and stand on top of the sky. You don't even need to paint the whole picture of the mountains." At the same time, his right hand has begun to swing quickly. His eyes are low, his face is calm, and he smiles faintly. Ye Shuiyao's expression is in a trance. He doesn't cry out, but falls on the drawing paper, and his eyes are full of shock. His hands seemed to be thinner and whiter than women's hands. At this time, because he waved his pen too fast, a white shadow of a paper shook out, and strange clouds appeared on the paper. In more than ten seconds, the clouds were treacherous and varied. Then his strokes turned, and on the sea of clouds, a few strokes and several peaks with different heights loomed. Ye Shuiyao's eyes suddenly release brilliance. He doesn't draw the foot and waist of the peak at all, but faintly outlines the looming peak in the sea of clouds. However, people can't help imagining and marveling that the height of the peaks is out of the spectacular appearance of the cloud. Compared with the mountains full of paper and simply drawing the whole picture of the towering mountains, the difference in artistic conception is really a world of difference. And the whole painting took him less than a minute“ The mountain is hidden in the clouds, which is better than his wall! Draw mountains, draw clouds first, "ye Wuchen smiled, moistened the brush again, and then put it back into ye Shuiyao's hand. At the same time, his palm naturally stroked the back of her hand. Her hands are as delicate as snow and as warm as jade^-^^-^{ Thank you for your support. Your support is our greatest motivation}this novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation