Ye Shui Yao

Ye Shuiyao's courtyard was only separated from his by a wall. To Ye Wuchen's surprise, the layout of the courtyard in front of him was much simpler than his. There was only a stone table and four stone stools on the bare ground, as well as a clear pond at the side. In the pond, a green lotus was slanting slightly in the wind, waiting to bloom. Other than that, there was nothing else.

Moreover, it was excessively quiet, as if there was no one in it.

Ye Wuchen's gaze swept across, and a warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He led Ningxue to the room in the middle that was lightly closed. Then, he gently pushed open the unlatched door.

"Get out!"

Before he stepped in, a cold and emotionless voice came from inside. Then, it became quiet again, and there was no other sound.

Ningxue stopped in her tracks, and looked at her brother with a questioning gaze. Then, she was easily pulled in by Ye Wuchen. Ye Wuchen's footsteps did not stop at all, as if he did not hear that cold shout at all.

The faint fragrance of a girl wafted over, and Ye Wuchen took a light breath. His gaze swept across the young girl's chamber, and then he looked at the girl in the room who had her back facing them. She wore a light blue dress, and the long skirt covered her jade-like legs. Her beautiful black hair casually draped over her shoulders. Her waist was slim, and her figure was slender. Her tall and slender figure was not inferior to Ye Wuchen's.

Ye Wuchen could not help but secretly praise her. As expected of one of the three peerless beauties of Tenryū Province. Just her back view alone was already favored by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. And she was only 19 years old, but she had such a figure, which was not common among girls. It should be known that although Ye Wuchen looked a little thin, his height … if calculated using the units in his memory, was more than 175 centimeters.

At this moment, a white scroll was spread out in front of her, and she was lightly drawing it with her bare hands. When she heard footsteps, she did not turn around, but coldly repeated again, "Get out!"

"No matter what, he is still your younger brother. His life and death have been uncertain for a year, and as his elder sister, not only did you not welcome him, but you also asked him to leave. Sigh, it really makes me, your younger brother, sad. " Ye Wuchen was admiring her jade-like, snow-white, and delicate pair of hands, as well as the exposed snow-white and tender half of her neck, and said with hidden bitterness. He couldn't call out his parents, but he could easily call out his sister.

The woman's arm stopped, and she finally turned around. Ye Wuchen finally saw her true face. For a moment, he suddenly felt that the world in front of him had brightened up a lot. It was as if a stone had been thrown into the lake in his heart, causing countless ripples. Her facial features were exquisite, her black eyebrows were thin, and her figure was beautiful. Her beautiful eyes gave off a noble aura, and her bearing was carefree and otherworldly. At first glance, she was like a fairy that had descended to the mortal world. Although her light blue dress was slightly loose, her chest was still bulging, causing Ye Wuchen's gaze to involuntarily linger on it for a moment, and his heart missed a beat.

However, her face was covered in frost, not because she was angry, but because she gave off a cold aura that kept people thousands of miles away. Even after seeing her little brother, whom she had thought to be dead, and whom she had not seen for a whole year, there was not a single trace of happiness on her face. Instead, she slightly frowned. This was because no man had ever entered her room, not even her little brother or father. Moreover, this little brother, who had just returned, gave her a sense of unfamiliarity, as if he had been reborn.

"It's good that you're back. You may leave."

She looked at Ye Wuchen and Ningxue, then looked away as she coldly said those words, then turned around. Even Ningxue's snow-white hair didn't attract her gaze. It was as if nothing in the world could cause ripples in her heart.

Ye Wuchen shrugged his shoulders … it was said that the big sister was half a mother, but why was this big sister like an ice statue, and the kind that couldn't be melted?

He couldn't help but think back to what Long Zheng Yang had said with a bitter smile. Even though he was the Crown Prince, Ye Shuiyao had never looked at him in the eye.

Right now, she lightly drew, and as her brush danced, majestic mountain peaks appeared on the paper. Every mountain peak was drawn from the foot to the peak, and from the bottom of the paper to the top. The cliffs and cliffs filled the entire painting. This nineteen-year-old girl was already at the level of a grandmaster in terms of brush handling, ink polishing, and composition. The mountain peaks in her hands were lifelike and majestic, making people feel as if they were standing in front of the mountain and looking up at it.

Ye Wuchen couldn't help but shake his head. Although her brush was skilled, it lacked a bit of liveliness. Although she was drawing the real thing, it was a bit too inflexible. Perhaps most people in this world were like this, and even this fairy-like big sister was no exception.

"Women often like to draw flowers and water, but very few like to draw mountains. The mountain's majesty and aloofness don't suit you. If you yearn for green mountains and clear waters, you can go out and have fun. Why do you need to stay in your room alone and focus on painting? " Ye Wuchen said slowly, then shook his head and sighed, "Big sister's drawing skills are godly, and I'm sure that there aren't many people in this world who can surpass big sister. It's just … it's a pity that the concept in your drawing is just barely passable."

Ye Shuiyao pretended not to hear him, and continued to draw. However, her eyebrows slightly rose.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed before her eyes. A pair of soft hands had already covered her right hand. She instinctively withdrew her hand. Just as she was about to shout coldly, she realized that her paintbrush was already in Ye Wuchen's hand. She didn't know when, but a piece of white paper had been placed on the table, covering her unfinished painting.

"Painting a mountain doesn't need to be a paper full of mountain peaks. It doesn't even need to paint the whole picture of the mountain."

As he spoke, his right hand began to move quickly. His eyes were lowered, and his expression was calm, with a faint smile. Ye Shuiyao's expression was dazed for a moment, and she didn't cry out coldly. Instead, her gaze fell on the paper, and her eyes were filled with shock.

His hands seemed to be thinner and whiter than a woman's hands. At this time, because the brush was moving too fast, a white shadow appeared on the paper, and strange clouds also appeared on the paper. In a dozen seconds, the clouds were treacherous, and a myriad of phenomena appeared. Then, his brush turned, and on the sea of clouds, with just a few strokes, a few peaks of different heights appeared faintly.

Ye Shuiyao's eyes suddenly released a strange light. He didn't draw the foot and waist of the peak at all, and only lightly outlined the faintly discernible peaks in the sea of clouds. However, it made people involuntarily imagine and marvel at the spectacular sight of the peaks that rose above the surface of the clouds. Compared to simply drawing the whole picture of the towering mountain on the paper, the difference in concept was like heaven and earth.

And the entire painting, he only used a short less than a minute!

"Don't say that the mountain is hidden in the clouds, it is better to say that the cliff is ten thousand feet high! Painting a mountain, first paint the clouds, "Ye Wuchen smiled slightly, and moistened the brush with ink again. Then, he placed it back in Ye Shuiyao's hand, and at the same time, his palm naturally stroked the back of her hand. Her hand was as soft as snow, and as smooth as warm jade. ^-^^-^