She waved her hand and left.

Pu Zihuang did not respond, nor looked up at her, but picked up the pen and painted quietly.

Soon, there was a trace of the girl standing on the pavilion on the picture.

The long hair and clothes were rolled up by the wind. Although they could not see their face, they could still see their infinite charm.

He put down his pen, sat at the table, and looked at the back of the girl in the painting, and was stunned for a moment.

...

The morning light shines on the bed.

Bishang opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar environment around her. She shook her head and sat up. Only then did she remember what happened yesterday.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked out of the house, and saw the white snow all over the mountains and fields, and couldn't help but feel a little refreshed.

A little flower demon came over and said with a smile: "Princess Bishang is awake. Do you want me to fetch you water?"

"No need. Where is Brother Zihuang?"

"The master seems to be in the study."

"So hardworking." Bishang jumped off the steps, "I'll go find him."

She followed the little flower demon's fingerprints and found the study room. Through the window, she watched him sit at the table and write.

Bishang let out his steps, jumped in, and said with a smile: "Brother Zihuang is early!"

Pu Zihuang looked up at her and smiled gently, "Sister Bishang is sleeping well?"

"Okay, very heavy, I haven't woken up all night." Bishang smiled, "I didn't expect the wine brought by Ruan Ling to work so well. I can't sleep anymore, so I went to her to drink. But what happened later? I don't remember at all..."

"You are drunk, the guest room that Ruan Ling sent you to." Pu Zihuang said.

He did not mention her drunken words.

Bishang asked: "Where is Ruan Ling?"

"She went back last night."

"Oh... I also want to invite her to visit my Beihai Dragon Palace." Bishang pursed her lips with a little regret.

"It's easy for you to invite her, just ask someone to send a post to Jiuqiu Mountain." Pu Zihuang smiled, "She is a trustworthy person and will come to the appointment on time."

"Okay, I remember." Bishang looked at the table curiously, "What did Brother Zihuang write early in the morning?"

"Practice your writing casually." He is copying an inscription.

The obscure and difficult ancient god texts are used.

After watching for a while, Bishang lost interest and turned around in the study, looking here and touching over there.

Pu Zihuang also let her go.

Suddenly, Bishang's eyes stopped on a rolled scroll.

The scroll was rolled up with a ribbon and a plum blossom was also folded, which was very elegant.

She reached out and pulled out the scroll, unbuttoned the ribbon, and spread it out-

On the cliff covered with heavy snow, a few green plums stood proudly, blooming with emerald colors.

Below the green plum is a slender girl in a white dress.

The girl's long hair like a waterfall was blown away by the wind.

The artistic conception is distant, but it is a bit sad.

Bishang was fascinated by the sight.

"What are you looking at?" A hand suddenly reached out and took the painting back.

Bishang looked up and saw Pu Zihuang with a calm face, rolling up the picture.

He has always been gentle and smiling.

Bishang had never seen him with a serious look.

She said quietly: "I'm sorry, I, I'll just take a look..."

He had already rolled up the scroll and put it in the highest corner, turned around and walked out, "Are you hungry? I'll ask Pingjia to cook breakfast for you."

Bishang was a little uneasy and followed: "Brother Zihuang, I was wrong. You shouldn't be flirting with your stuff. Don't be angry with me."

"fine."
Chapter completed!