Chapter 373

"It's nothing to do with Miss yuan." Seeing that Xiao die can't stand Yuan Yu's words in front of her, Jun Zilin has no choice but to open her mouth. She deliberately speaks in a thick voice, so as not to be reflected by Yuan Yu's words in her voice.

Since the last rouzipu incident, Yuan Yuci's face has been destroyed. There are many rumors that Yuan Yuci's face has been completely destroyed.

Now she came out with her face covered. It was obvious that her face had not recovered.

Jun Zilin doesn't feel for her at all. Now when I meet her, I don't want to say more.

Lifting step around yuan Yuci, Jun Zilin went straight to the hospital. Behind him, Yuan Yu's words were low but extremely harsh. "Anyway, I hope Prince Qingyun will tell Princess Jin that there are some debts. It's time to pay them back!"

"Let's go!"

Yuan Yuci said, also don't wait for Jun Zilin reply, with people will go majestic.

On the contrary, Jun Zilin's heart sank when she heard her warning.

If you guess correctly, what yuan Yuci said must be her disfigurement. She is determined that the bad water is their own, so want to revenge.

Yuan Yuci doesn't think so for no reason, but someone must be provoking him. And when it comes to this matter, none of them has anything else except Zhang Ran Shui.

A little thought, Jun Zilin figured out, but also understand another thing: it must have been Zhang Ran water out of the bad water, in the rouge under disfigurement powder. Finally, he was alerted and took the opportunity to change the rouge. But what can be disfigured becomes yuan Yuci.

In order to avoid Yuanyu's resentment, Zhang Ran Shui puts the responsibility on himself.

Now Jun Zilin wants to come, even if yuan Yuci is innocent, it is not necessarily true.

When Zhang Ran's water is corrupted and the disfigurement medicine is applied, how can Yuan Yu's words be unknown? The two of them must have agreed to see a joke together.

"Let's go in, young man." Xiao die came forward and nervously pulled the young master's robe. She said uncertainly.

Since Jun Zilin's amnesia, Xiao die's whole heart has been mentioned.

She was afraid that the young lady would lose all her memories. What should she do if she could change back to the old fool?

Xiao die died with Miss, but as miss is now, is Prince Jin really willing to be a fool?

What she was afraid of was that the young lady would be bullied again. She was very afraid and worried that her own strength would not be able to take care of the young lady all her life.

Jun Zilin turns her head, and her sight just touches Xiao die's melancholy eyes.

Know little butterfly's mind, Jun Zilin reaches out her hand, caresses her head, soft voice appeases, "butterfly, don't worry, I will never change."

"Well, I know that." Little butterfly lowered her eyes to cover her worry. She nodded her head carefully and secretly blamed herself for letting the young lady comfort herself. She was so useless!

The master and the servant came in one after the other.

But at this moment, Yuan Yuci's people hide behind the door, see that Qingyun childe touch the head of Xiaodie's servant girl, the eye contact between them, there is always a sense of speculation.

"Do they have an affair?"

Li Qi, the servant girl, is thinking about it. She doesn't stay any longer now. She rushes to Yuanyu's place to report.

When Jun Zilin saw the slowly unfolding picture scroll, the fine brushwork that only depicted Zhou Jin's fine hair, although it was only hair, it was lifelike.

But Xiaodie insisted that it was her own painting.

At this moment, Jun Zilin was almost stunned. Almost to think that they are not amnesia, but split personality!

Otherwise, this fine brushwork, such a time-consuming and laborious thing, how can she draw it. But now, even if she is asked to compare the painting, it may not be able to describe it.

"Draw, miss."

Butterfly full of hope in the eyes, will be a wolf hair presented.

Take that Langhao pen, Jun Zi Lin almost can't hold. Leaning over, she looked at the picture, only drawing her hair, but not Zhou Jin's face. But she can't draw!

When Xiao die saw that she was in such a dilemma, she felt as if she had been pulled. She couldn't bear it, but she had to say, "Miss, you said before that you could draw a picture for the Lord in three days. The Lord has already nodded. Now two days have passed, and there is still one day left. Why don't you let master Gao guide you? "

In the lost memory of two days, Jun Zilin heard about it from Xiao die.

"What if I can't finish it?" Jun Zilin asked.

"The little butterfly weakly returns a way," the young lady said to want to finish painting. The LORD said, "if you can't finish the painting, you won't let the young lady out of the house."

That man is really committed to trapping her!

Jun Zilin thought, light breath. Now she has to go to the prime minister's residence at dusk, and she can't abide by the agreement with Zhou Jin.

Forget it, sketch it!

Chi, the picture on the table was torn up without warning.

Xiao die screamed and looked over in disbelief, "how did you tear the painting?"

"Don't worry, it's the same with another one." Jun Zilin waved her hand to show that she was not too frightened.

Rice paper is too soft to bear the friction and scratches of charcoal.Jun Zilin asked Xiao die to prepare the hardwood board, and simply drew Zhou Jin's head on the board. At this time, it is also an innovation.

As for the lost memories of fine brushwork, we have to wait until we get them back.

Xiaodie found a square board about 30 cm. Jun Zilin asked her to make a picture frame for the wooden board, and then make a brocade box. At that time, she would put the "gift" into the brocade box and make it look like a little bit, so as not to be disliked by Zhou Jin.

"I have gone, but miss Don't be careless Xiao die, please leave.

Jun Zilin went to the bamboo Pavilion in the back yard with the drawing board in her arms.

It's cool and comfortable here.

Sitting in the bamboo Pavilion and enjoying the green bamboo groves, I feel very comfortable physically and mentally.

Thinking of Zhou Jin's eyebrows and eyes, Jun Zilin silently closed her eyes, then opened her eyes. The charcoal fell from her fingertips on the drawing board, followed by a slight "Chucha" sound, which quickly swept across the drawing board, leaving a trace.

Zhou Jin's happiness, anger, sadness and joy were reflected in his mind, and all his looks passed in front of his eyes.

But there was a moment of fragrance, lingering from the top of the painting to the top of the painting.

From a distance, she could see the green bamboo, the sky blue clothes which were almost integrated with the bamboo forest. She was leaning against the bamboo pavilion with her back, supporting the board with her hand, and drawing something with her other hand.

At the beginning of Gao Yunchu, he felt a little confused. He was sure that the shadow in green clothes was his disciple Qingyun. He walked near with a smile and didn't disturb him.

He stood on the side quietly and looked this way.

Gao Yun has been painting since he was three years old. Up to now, he has been painting for 20 years.

He has seen all kinds of paintings. However, the painting painted by his disciple Qingyun is unheard of.

I saw on the drawing board, slowly sketching out the portrait of the man.

With the speed of the hand, but see the outline of the portrait from light to thick to dark!

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