“What?”The white boy heard every word of her, but it was the meaning of being connected, and he did not seem to understand.

However, Sanghu did not explain to him at all, and had proudly gone out.

This dead girl, what is half the word?

She was obviously pitting her, she thanked herself, which was not like her character, but looking at her just now, it was not like saying the opposite, it was difficult...

She is still hidden, will draw what the world God can not do?

White himself did not believe, he basically has to find out the bottom of mulberry, did not learn to paint ah.

This...

Pushed and pushed, “What’s the situation?”

He was also confused, “Look.”

The people of the general's house moved quickly, lifted up a few tables, and the pen and ink paper were ready.

Seeing that Cheng Yu and others had begun to paint silently, Sangting had been slow to write, and she had not even looked at the pen on the pen shelf.

“Daughter, you can’t even grind ink, do you?”The white boy period was to laugh at her coming, but did not want him to miscalculated, forget that Sangting is a person who dares to provoke her, and he must let that person fall off a layer of skin.

“How does the prince know?”Sangli picked up the eyebrows, "the grinding ink is very particular, the average person I believe, the little prince, no one grinds ink, I can't draw something, you see me recommended by you, that will not hit you in the face."

“What do you want?”The white season has a premonition that there is nothing good for her to say.

Sang Li blinked, "Come, since you are for the help of the ancestors, you can't just talk, you must always do something."

“Me?”The white period pointed to his nose and asked loudly, “Did you grind ink, did you say wrong, or did I hear you wrong?”

“I come here!”He looked at the people and went straight to the front.

The white period is afraid that this girl will cheat, in case she draws a mess, but it is strange on her head what to do, saying that her own grinding is not good, otherwise deliberately hit herself, saying that she has ruined her painting...

In short, the heart of anti-sand tuk-tuk is indispensable, and the heart of mulberry can be often.

Sangli looked at the river and smiled at his eyebrows, "Then there will be General Lau."

Jiang Xing's expression was serious, his head was so high that even if he was whispering to Sanghu, it would make people mistakenly think that it was just a mean-hearted bow.

“What are you going to paint?”The river stop.

Listening to his tone as if he trusted himself, Sanghu was funny, he was not afraid of the mess he painted, and then let him be embarrassed?

You'll know later."

Sang said, looking at the left and right of the young ladies, people have begun to draw a pen, or a magnificent mountain river, or quiet orchids, in short, everyone is meritorious.

Instead, he looked at her anxiously, and looked at her, a little far away, and Sangli could not knock out what she was saying.

Is it possible that she still wants to cheat in front of so many people?

Even if she dares, she can't follow her, even if the painting is not good, you have to paint it hard.

After all, Jiang Yishu was afraid that she would be worried about this, "Don't be afraid, everything has me."

With his words, it is enough to make Sanghu feel bold to do it, no matter what kind of toss himself, he will pick up the pieces for himself.

Enough, enough.

“Daughter, why don’t you move your pen?”The white period spontaneously began to examine the examiner and reminded him.

He stared at him, the little grandfather was too bad, and it was hard for her to deliberately draw, to set off Sangli, but his own calligraphy and painting were fatherly and religious, and blocked her way.

If she paints badly, is she not lost the face of her father and the face of heaven?

Smelly little grandfather, she was going to ignore him for ten days.

She began to draw with a tantrum, she did not know what to draw, because the white period has just been with her, she decided to draw the white period.

The beauty of people's paintings does not affect the painter, anyway, she does not want to fight first.

The white period was around the ladies, this two sentences, the pen is delicate, the lines of the two sentences are smooth, to the princess here, his nose is fast and crooked.

“You... you are so naughty.”

Live away from the jade tree with the wind, the wind is dashing, the dashing and unruly he painted so ugly...

Don't get angry with this stinky girl, or go and see Sangli there.Make yourself happy.

Princess Yanning made a grimace against his back, "Hang!"

The river stopped grinding, but the mulberry did not mean to put a pen.

White back, the smile of the corner of the mouth loomed, "Sanhut, do you want to draw a snow map?"

Snow is white, or a little ink on white paper, isn't it the same as snow?

Everyone heard the white period and couldn’t help but laugh.

Sang said with a sigh, "Little prince, some people are old, but they are smart, such as the old ancestors, but some people, obviously young, but deaf and blind."

She did not say who, for example, was that she raised her eyelids and looked at the white period, and understood that she was still stupid during the white period, and she scolded herself.

But where did he say wrong?

"Then I'll see what flowers you can grow in the snow."

“Naturally in the snow, it’s the plum blossoms!”

“Plums?Haha.There's no flower, there's no flower."The white son smiled and said, "Mo said that even the flower, not even a dead leaf."

Jiang Yi stopped staring at the white period, hating him to bother.

The white man said, “It’s no use staring at me, I’m telling the truth.”She didn't paint."

Sangli shook his head, and when he stopped talking to the river during the white period, he poured the researched grinding brain on the white propaganda paper.

White and Jiang to stop at that station will attract attention, not to mention that they are still talking, the original everyone's eyes are looking at this side, the result is to see this scene.

Don’t you want to live?

The little prince only said two words to her, and she began to lose her temper.

"You... you... you... the king can't say you."White saw the big beach ink on the propaganda paper frowned and asked.

Sang-boy ignored her, but bowed his head and began to blow at the ink.

Jiang Yisheng had wanted to return his mouth, but was attracted by the mulberry behavior, holding his breath, and thinking about what she had just said with the white period.

He understood in an instant, so he bowed his head and blew with her.

He looked at the river, and the two of them smiled.

But I look at the stupid people.