Although Qin Yaorao and him were all ally, they fought several times and knew his sarcastic ability and thought he would retort.

However, Liu Chang did not. He shook the water droplets on the umbrella for her and looked at her sadly.

"Does that cousin dislike me?"

Qin Yaorao: "..."

A little strange.

She said that if he marryes him in the future, his wife will definitely be despised to death.

He asked her if she disliked her and how should she answer this?

Qin Yaorao didn't speak, and Liu Chang's eyes became resentful.

"Does my cousin dislike me for living in the General's Mansion? When the rain stops, I will find a suitable place to move out as soon as possible."

He was really thinking too much!

Outside the corridor was a rainy curtain. As he said such words, he added a little bit of loneliness, as if there was no place for him to sit between heaven and earth.

Qin Yaorao thought of his biological mother's death and he had been making a living by a vicious woman like Qin Qingling since he was a child, and she couldn't help but feel that she was always hurting him and was a little cruel.

Although he was a little bit sarcastic, he had helped her several times. Even though he was extremely rude in the past, he never had any doubts about her.

"Who said I dislike you for living in the General's Mansion!"

Her tone softened a little: "You are my grandfather's grandson, my cousin, how long do you love to live in the General's Mansion?"

Qin Song nodded aside: "Auntie has said that my cousin is superb in painting skills. Who will teach Songer to draw after you leave? Don't leave!"

Alang envied Qin Song for getting Liu Chang's paintings, and he also wanted a treasure. He would wait for his sister to marry and go to the Han Palace to keep them to see them secretly.

He took the opportunity to make a request: "Can my cousin draw a portrait of her sister for Langer?"

"OK!"

Liu Chang responded casually, his eyes fixed on Qin Yaorao: "Don't run out on heavy rainy days. If you are so bored in the mansion, come to the wing room with Alang and Song'er to learn painting."

Qin Yaorao used to wanting to deal with him, but when he thought of his pitiful life, he would not feel that he was dependent on others.

never mind!

If you have more skills, you won’t suppress your body. It’s good to draw and relieve your boredom on heavy rains.

"The red plum blossoms you drew in the snow on the snowy day should leave white space in the tree trunk. Use light ink and squat out the rough skin of the tree trunks on the side of the pen. The white space can render the snow."

"Even Song'er and Alang can't compare, this is not how they write."

Qin Yaorao felt that he was not inferior to Alang and Song'er's paintings. According to reason, "The branches are ever-changing, and I think it's beautiful."

When the ink was rendered on rice paper, she thought of the plum garden in the suburbs of Beijing in winter. The snow fell down, and he rode a tall horse and turned out from the back of the slope.

Such a tall and slender figure and such a noble and beautiful man made Xue Jing Hongmei a foil for him.

Are the affairs of the Imperial College so busy?

Since he climbed the wall into Qingheyuan that night, he has not appeared in the General's Mansion for several days.

Qin Yaorao was confused when she thought about it, and her hands shook, and the ink spread out on the rice paper.

"I'm so stupid!"

Liu Chang looked helpless and snatched the brush from her hand. With just a few strokes, the place she destroyed with ink had been hooked out of the stretched fork.

"You must be focused when painting, and your subordinates cannot pause, and outline the branches in one go..."

Liu Chang walked around behind him and stretched out his arm to grab her hand to teach her how to draw branches. At this time, Manager Zhu, who was standing at the door of the wing, coughed: "Miss, Mr. Su comes to ask for a visit!"
Chapter completed!