Chapter 275 Please Speak Well

What answered him was the man's silence.

After a long time, he said coldly: "Don't draw yet! Only on paper!"

Although what she said was sincere, he also believed that she did have a talent for drawing.

But this kind of thing is related to the bottom line that he can't tolerate, and he can't let it go.

He had to see her draw it with her own hands.

After Ruoyin readily agreed, he went to prepare the materials.

Because he can feel it, as long as she says "no".

What awaits her will be violent storms.

"Draw well, you don't need to fix those fancy things, just use normal materials." After finishing speaking, he put on his underwear calmly, leaned on the bed and read a book.

He doesn't want those who can change clothes.

"I will definitely paint well, but I can only paint the ground, not the color, because if I want to paint, I have to paint until tomorrow morning." Regarding this aspect, Ruoyin is very frank.

As long as his focus is not elsewhere, she is not afraid.

"what ever."

Immediately afterwards, there was silence in the room.

Only the sound of a man lazily turning the pages of a book.

There is also the rustling sound of a woman sitting in front of the desk, earnestly drawing.

Ruoyin looked up at the man from time to time, then continued to write.

After half an hour, she traced the last layer of shadow, the portrait of Fourth Master, and she was done.

She looked carefully at the front, and after confirming that there was no problem, she walked to the bed and handed it to fourth master.

Like an obedient lady handing in homework.

The man who was reading a book glanced at the sketch, and there was a black shadow flashing in his eyes.

He put down the book in his hand, took the drawing paper and looked at it carefully.

The painting is ninety percent similar.

but......

"What's the matter with this look, you can talk about it carefully." The man pointed to the pair of cold eyes that seemed to be murderous, and coldly glanced at the woman.

Ruoyin met the man's deep black pupils, swallowed in fear, and explained: "Master, your eyes are like this, otherwise everyone in our house would be afraid of you anyway, I already... ..It has been painted a little gentler, so don't look at me like this anymore."

Hearing this, fourth master paused for a while, as if he realized that his eyes were too sharp.

"Then what's the matter with the yellowish light over here?"

Ruoyin glanced at the painting, thinking that something was wrong again.

After discovering what he said, he breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "Because the master is good-looking, as soon as you appear, there will be silence around you, everything will be overshadowed, and it will become your foil."

As she spoke, she secretly raised her head and glanced at the man.

"Don't think that you can get away with being full of sweet words. Does this have something to do with the light around you?" The man's handsome cheeks became harder and harder under the light.

"Of course it has something to do with it. I don't know how to say it. Anyway..." Ruoyin tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally thought of how to describe it. Sitting, sitting, lying down, leaning against the bed casually like now, all give people a strong sense of oppression, or a sense of aggression, making people feel that they are very small and dare not approach you, so I am here There is a yellowish light painted on the side, and you are like the kind of man who shines brightly."

Fourth Master: "..."

"Master, can you understand me?" She asked cautiously.

"You made the painting too ugly, so in order not to wander outside, let me keep it." The man put the painting in the book and clamped it.

Ruoyin didn't care about anything, she just asked, "Master, I've tried my best to draw, if you still don't believe me, I'll draw a picture of myself on the towel for you to see."

"No need, I believe you." It took half an hour to draw him so much.

The color painting on the towel was probably painted by herself.

Then, he spread out the towel she gave him.

The painting on it is her, but after soaking in the water, it becomes a little different.

After looking at it for a few seconds, he crumpled the towel in his hand and said calmly, "You know your own strengths very well."

Then he got out of bed and threw the towel into the biggest brazier in the house without hesitation.

With a "crack", the brazier ignited a high fire.

A burning smell spread out in the room, revealing wisps of green smoke.

In the end, the towel and the brazier merged together.

It seemed that everything just now was just an illusion and never happened.

"Tell me, who taught you this wicked towel." The man sat lazily by the bed, his mysterious eyes were dark and terrifying.

"I saw it on the street a few days ago, and after I got rid of the middle-aged man's words, I handed him over to Amma, who told me how to do it." Ruoyin replied truthfully.

Hearing this, Fourth Master raised his eyebrows and said, "So you caught that traitor from abroad?"

"No, I just want to know how the towel is made. Whether I catch him or not, Ama can find him." If he hadn't hidden the man in the carriage, Fei Yang would have found him a long time ago, "Master knows him?"

"It's not that we know each other, it's just that this matter has been mentioned in the court. He is from abroad. On the surface, he sells vulgar towels, but in fact he wants the people of the Qing Dynasty to degenerate. Moreover, he is relying on this contact to plant eyeliners around him. "

Ruoyin suddenly realized that it seemed that she was right in handing her over to Fei Yanggu last time.

"It turns out that he is a spy from abroad, so wouldn't he end badly?"

"Well, Huang Ama has already ordered him to be punished by car."

Ruoyin stood up and drew a cross on his heart.

He muttered indiscriminately: "Amitabha, God, Great Emperor, Hallelujah."

Brother, you are looking for death, don't blame me.

"I've been nagging all day long, turn off the lights and rest." Fourth Master said.

Ruoyin stretched lazily, "It's getting late today."

After blowing out the candles, she couldn't help but lay down and asked him, "How could you burn what I gave you?"

At that time, she just thought this thing was very interesting.

It needs to be exposed to hot water to change.

But he never thought that he would be burned to ashes by him.

But, is he satisfied with the gift she gave him, or not?

This, she must know.

In this way, the next time you give a gift, you can avoid landmines.

"That crooked thing, if you don't burn it, why don't you still keep it for others to see." The man said dissatisfaction.