"How can a flame’s feet stink!"
She doesn’t accept such slander.
Ah …’
A side mat princess temple coldly looking at two people flirting.
Xiaoxia learned the identity of Mrs. Yan from some special channels.
She’s already a Taoist. She might tell a secret.
"You took me off topic."
After they fought for a while, Zhao Cuo took the lead in raising his hand and tapping her little head. He was worried that fighting again would become a "throats".
"I’ll show you some styles of clothes I just told you."
His bed walked towards the table.
"Yan Er reluctantly grinds ink for you."
Mrs. Flame followed, raised her jade hand and flicked a console table. The oil lamp suddenly lit up.
"It’s almost dawn. Let’s hurry up. Your sister should wake you up later."
She said in a small voice
"Then you are my home. Go back early."
Zhao mistakenly picked up the fine brush by Dan Qing when she was grinding ink.
"No, Miss Zhao will not be happy to see me. It’s good for you to hide in your room."
She did say it without malice.
Uncle Zhao Xiaogong thinks her words smell like tea.
Okay, she doesn’t have any brains.
"Look"
With a few strokes of his pen, he outlined the beautiful figure of a woman on paper, and the simple line drawing was enough to make people blush.
In fact, however, he painted a conjoined style.
Let Yaner adapt to one first.
"How dare a woman wear this kind of clothes in front of others?"
Mrs. Yan screwed up her fine eyebrows and looked at the paper. She had never seen tight clothes.
Real her heart is a sigh of relief
Zhao’s wrong painting is not outrageous.
"It’s not like you can wear this kind of clothes when you are playing in your backyard. Isn’t it interesting?"
Master Zhao Xiaogong’s words are well-founded and convincing.