Seeing this painting, looking at Yang Qingyin's slightly blushing face, Luo Ziling smiled and pointed at the person and said, "Is this you? It looks quite similar, but this man doesn't look like me at all. You paint me ugly. I should be more handsome and handsome."

"It wasn't you!" Yang Qingyin glanced at Luo Ziling, "I don't want to draw your ugly appearance!"

"Am I ugly?" Luo Ziling pointed to his face and said to Yang Qingyin very seriously: "Look carefully. When I went out to look in the mirror just now, I found that I was dressing so handsome today. It must have put a lot of pressure on the men on the street and feasted the eyes of those women."

He asked Ye Xiaoli again: "Xiaoli, do you think I am handsome? Don't accept Qingyin's threat, tell the truth."

Luo Ziling's words made Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli, who was standing aside as a troll, both made fun of her.

"I have never seen a shameless man like you." Yang Qingyin shaved his face and looked at Luo Ziling with contempt.

"Is it thick?" Luo Ziling pinched his face, then reached out to pinch Yang Qingyin, and finally nodded: "Your skin is indeed a little thicker, but I think my face is still quite tender, and my skin is definitely not thick."

Luo Ziling's face was pinched by Luo Ziling in front of Ye Xiaoli. Yang Qingyin blushed and kicked Luo Ziling hatefully, and said angrily: "Don't bully me, enjoy the paintings."

"I will come to enjoy it often in the future." Luo Ziling looked at this very freehand landscape figure painting seriously and couldn't help but praise it again: "Senior sister, your painting level is too high. Can you draw a picture for me? Otherwise, if you draw, I write inscriptions, and we will cooperate?"

Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with dissatisfaction: "Hmph, do you think my handwriting is ugly?"

"It's not ugly, at least it looks as good as my face," Luo Ziling looked at the inscription Yang Qingyin was painting, "It's really appropriate to describe the two of us by using words like someone!"

Yang Qingyin blushed, and Ye Xiaoli blushed, and their blushed was largely embarrassed because of Luo Ziling's self-proclaimed self-proclaiming. I have never seen a man dare to be so shameless in front of them.

"I'm so disgusting that I want to spit out all my breakfast," Yang Qingyin made a dry retching move. "I admit that you are a little handsome, but don't just keep your own words all day long!"

"I occasionally brag about myself, and I'm a little exaggerated when I say this all day long." After saying a few jokes, Luo Ziling asked Yang Qingyin again: "Have you agreed to help me draw?"

"Don't agree!" Yang Qingyin looked cunning. "Unless you write me the sub-words first, the words that are placed in the room."

"Hehe, I agreed to this request without hesitation," Luo Ziling said, and said mysteriously: "Actually, if you help me draw, the painting will still be hung with you. Are we a family?"

"Who is with your family?" Luo Ziling ignored the embarrassment of Ye Xiaoli by his side and kept talking like this. Yang Qingyin was a little angry and embarrassed, "I'm so thick-skinned."

"Okay, then when I'm in a good mood, I will write you the best I can do." Luo Ziling said, raising his arms and shouting: "Hurry up and prepare me for ink."

Seeing Luo Ziling's appearance, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but giggle.

"Yes, Master Luo, I'm going to go for you," Yang Qingyin imitated the ancients and gave a blessing. He stood up and then reached out to kick Luo Ziling, "I hate you, I know how to fool people."

Ye Xiaoli, who was standing aside, quickly took this opportunity to sneak out of the room and prepared things for them in the study.

Yang Qingyin and Luo Ziling did not avoid her and openly expressed their feelings in front of her. Ye Xiaoli was happy for them, and she also felt a little embarrassed. She was also thinking that both of them dared to do this in front of her. If she was not here, what would happen to them?

Of course, she also sincerely hopes that the two of them will eventually get together. This handsome man and beautiful woman are perfect matches, and no one can describe them as a handsome man and a handsome woman.

Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli prepared pens and ink for Luo Ziling and laid rice paper.

These things were the first things Yang Qingyin prepared. She practiced calligraphy and painting every day, so there was no room supplies missing in the house.

After preparing the pen and ink, Luo Ziling stood still, picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, and wrote a poem in one stroke.

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and the other look at the country..."

Seeing the poem written by Luo Ziling, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but blush and said angrily: "How do you write this poem?"

"The words given to you are perfect for you." After Luo Ziling finished writing the poem with great care, he put his pen on his pen, looked at the words on the paper with satisfaction, and said with a complacent look: "The best pair of words that I consciously wrote is indeed very important, haha!"

Yang Qingyin felt unhappy, but her face looked angry, "I hate so much, don't write such a stingy poem, change it." As he said that, he asked Ye Xiaoli to take the words that were not completely dry.

After each of them put the word "There is a Beautiful Man in the North" carefully aside, they urged Luo Ziling to continue writing.

"Okay, I'll write another piece of song, but you're not dissatisfied." Luo Ziling naturally agreed.

After holding up the pen and thinking about it, I wrote another copy of words in my best running script at a very fast speed.

This time I wrote Liu Yong's famous work "Yu Linlin".

"Where can I wake up tonight? The willow bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon," After writing, Luo Ziling pointed to the few sentences of this word and said with a smile: "This is my favorite artistic conception. When I woke up from a hangover at night, I found myself lying on the willow bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon were with me, how beautiful it was."

But Yang Qingyin changed her face after seeing this poem. She looked at Luo Ziling very seriously and asked softly: "Don't you know, is this a feeling of separation very sad? This poem is a work of Liu Sanbian and his lover. He has been sad about separation since ancient times, and it is even more slight for the Qingqiu Festival. Is it appropriate for you to give me such a word?"

"Hey, I said, don't do this. I have no other meaning. I suddenly thought of this word. I think where can I wake up tonight? The willow bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon are beautiful." Luo Ziling didn't expect that Yang Qingyin would be sad because of a poem, and felt a little helpless. "Since you don't like it, I'll tear it up."

"Forget it, since I have written it, keep it," Yang Qingyin grabbed Luo Ziling's hand, "The handwriting is good, a rare masterpiece. I asked Xiaoli to frame the word in the front and hang it in the room. Please put this poem in the study!"

Seeing Yang Qingyin smiling a little, Luo Ziling suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
Chapter completed!