"Xue Xingshou, have you chosen the right place?" Zhao Yan asked helplessly while walking behind Xue Ning'er. He appeared in a leather cloak and a leather hat on his head. The little bean sprouts behind him were also covered with white fur. The ancient leather products were exposed outside, making the master and servant look like two bears, one big and one small.

"Don't be anxious, your prince, didn't you just say that you can find a satisfactory background to paint. I think the snow scenery in the garden is good. If we look for it again, we will definitely find the snow scenery that satisfies me!" Xue Ning'er in front said as she walked.

This is the garden of another courtyard. After lunch today, Zhao Yan invited her to her study to take a portrait. At that time, Zhao Yan just said casually, asking Xue Ning'er to find a satisfactory background. As a result, Xue Ning'er was very dissatisfied with Zhao Yan's study, and finally noticed that it was outside. Because the snow has not melted yet, it was the most beautiful time, so she wanted to draw a portrait in the snow scene, so they came to the back garden, because there was only the snow here in the inner house that was not cleaned.

Zhao Yan followed helplessly. Xue Ning'er had helped him before, and today he agreed to teach yoga to Zhao Yingning and others, so Zhao Yan could only try his best to meet Xue Ning'er's requirements. He just painted in such ice and snow. Beautiful is beautiful, but his hands are probably going to suffer.

After finally waiting for Xue Ning'er to turn the garden for most of the time, her eyes suddenly lit up and she walked quickly to a small corner of the garden on the skating road. Although there was ice and snow everywhere, there was a bunch of plum blossoms just in full bloom. The white petals were mixed with ice and snow. If you didn't look closely, it would be difficult to distinguish.

Xue Ning'er quickly walked under the plum blossoms, then tiptoed to the tip of her delicate little nose close to a small plum blossom, sniffed it gently, then turned to Zhao Yan with satisfaction and said, "Prince, I have decided to draw a portrait of myself in front of these plum blossoms!"

Zhao Yan didn't expect that there were plum blossoms planted in the garden, but this place was a good background. He nodded immediately. Then he asked Xiao Douya to put down all the tools he had painted. He also told her to go back and move a small stove, otherwise his hands would freeze after drawing for a long time.

Next, Zhao Yan asked Xue Ning'er to take a few more positions, and finally confirmed one. Then Zhao Yan returned to the drawing board for a moment to conceive. Finally, he started writing. Xiao Douya placed the stove next to Zhao Yan. The stove inside was burned vigorously, so that Zhao Yan's hands would lose flexibility because it was too cold.

Xue Ning'er is very beautiful, especially against the ice and snow behind her and the white plum blossoms beside her. She looks like jade, and looks like a fairy who is not as good as the worldly fireworks. Zhao Yan, who is painting, found that when Xue Ning'er looked at the plum blossoms beside her, she seemed to have a look of sadness and stubbornness in her eyes. I don't know what she was thinking?

Although there was a stove around, the temperature in the garden was too low, so Zhao Yan was quickly frozen and her hands were stiff. She couldn't even hold the charcoal pen. Finally, she had to put down the brush and roast it on the stove for a while before she continued to paint. Xue Ning'er, who was standing there, was obviously frozen lightly, and even her body was shaking slightly. However, she was still very stubborn and refused to let Xiao Douya give her the stove because she was worried that the stove would melt the ice and snow on the branches around her, thus destroying the background.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, although Zhao Yan felt that his hands were not very flexible when painting, his mind was extremely clear. Even every stroke and every painting could be outlined in advance, so that the effect of the whole painting was presented in his mind in advance. This also made Zhao Yan very confident in this painting. Finally, when the sunset set, he finally painted the painting.

"Huh~, I've finally finished painting!" Zhao Yan said as he took off the painting, then walked towards Xue Ning'er with a smile, "Please look at Xue Xingshou. This is the best painting I have performed recently, and I'm a little reluctant to give it to you!"

When Xue Ning'er heard the portrait painting, she was also happy. She was about to go up to watch it, but she had been iced in the snow for a long time, and her feet had been numb from the cold. As a result, she immediately felt unsteady when she moved. She immediately fell forward with a "ah" sound. Fortunately, Zhao Yan quickly looked forward and held Xue Ning'er. However, he held the painting with one hand and could only hold it with one hand. He couldn't help but lift his chest up and let the other party fall into his arms. This did not make Xue Ning'er fall down.

"How is it, Xue Xingshou, are you okay?" Zhao Yan held Xue Ning'er's arm with one hand and asked half-ly in his arms. Although there was a tradition of men and women not being able to get along with each other in ancient times, he couldn't watch the other person fall into the snow, right?

"No... it's okay!" Although Xue Ning'er's shoulders and back were not very wide on Zhao Yan's chest, her face was also blushing. She was trying to stand up by herself, but her legs didn't use any force. She felt like her feet were made of wood and did not belong to her at all.

When Zhao Yan saw that Xue Ning'er had tried several times but couldn't stand up, she knew that her feet were numb from frozen. He immediately handed the painting in his hand to Xiao Douya, bent down and picked Xue Ning'er up, and then strode towards his study, which was warmer, which could quickly restore blood circulation to Xue Ning'er's feet.

"Prince, don't..."

Xue Ning'er didn't expect that Zhao Yan would actually pick her up. She was even more embarrassed at the moment. She blushed and struggled for a while to get off, but Zhao Yan stopped her and said, "Don't move, your feet are frozen and numb, so you can't stand up at all. Moreover, it's too cold here, so let's go to the study room to warm it up first!"

When Xue Ning'er heard Zhao Yan's domineering words, she suddenly felt her heart trembling, and even felt her whole body surrounded by a sense of security. It seemed that even if the whole world was destroyed, she could survive in the man's arms. She hadn't felt this feeling for a long time. The last time she seemed to be acting coquettishly in her father's arms many years ago, when she thought of her father, Xue Ning'er felt her nose sore and tears almost flowed out.

Zhao Yan did not notice Xue Ning'er's emotional changes, but strode back to the study, then placed her by the stove, and put her feet beside the stove to keep warm. After a while, Xue Ning'er realized that her feet were conscious, so she barely stood up and thanked Zhao Yan: "Thank you, Prince!"

"Haha, there is no need to thank me. As long as Xue Xingshou doesn't blame me for being abrupt and beautiful woman!" Zhao Yan said half-jokingly.

Xue Ning'er is usually a clever woman, but today she heard Zhao Yan's teasing, she suddenly felt that she didn't know how to speak, and she even felt a secret joy in her heart. It seemed that Zhao Yan was very happy when she praised her as a beauty. Although almost every man who saw her would praise her like this, Zhao Yan's praise seemed different from others.

"Prince, your painting!" At this moment, Xiao Douya handed the painting in her hand with an unhappy look on her face and interrupted them. She and Cao Ying were on the same front. In their eyes, Xue Ning'er was a vixen who seduced her own men. She was naturally very unhappy when she saw Zhao Yan picking Xue Ning'er up.

Xue Ning'er is also a personal genius. When she saw Xiao Douya's expression, she guessed something. She immediately smiled and thanked Xiao Douya: "Thank you, sister. Many of the paintings circulated by the prince in the past are portraits of the sister. It seems that the prince really likes her sister, which makes her sister envious!"

Xiao Douya was simple-minded. When he heard Xue Ning'er say that Zhao Yan liked her, his face immediately turned red with shame. He lowered his head and even felt embarrassed to speak. At the same time, he felt that Xue Ning'er's sister didn't seem to hate her. Zhao Yan couldn't help feeling a little funny when she saw Xiao Douya's appearance. This little girl was still too simple. When someone praised her, she was so happy that she couldn't find Bei.

Xue Ning'er took the portrait painted by Zhao Yan for her and then opened it gently. When she saw herself on her face, she was so surprised that she couldn't stop talking. She saw a woman in a light fur standing under a clump of plum blossoms in the snow, her head slightly raised, as if she was admiring the plum blossoms that were blooming indifferently, but her eyes showed a few sadness and stubbornness, as if the woman in the painting had something to do, but she refused to talk to outsiders.

Looking at the painting in her hand, Xue Ning'er felt like a small stone was thrown into her heart, causing countless ripples. She couldn't calm down for a long time. She was surprised by Zhao Yan's painting skills, and by Zhao Yan's ability to grasp her expression in an instant. Perhaps this was the best gift she had received in her life.

Zhao Yan didn't know that on the second day when Xue Ning'er came to find him and was trapped in the other courtyard by wind and snow, it was Xue Ning'er's birthday. The reason why she chose to come to find Zhao Yan the day before was not only because she couldn't get rid of her body, but the main reason was that she wanted to take a portrait before her birthday. This was also the gift she received on her seventeenth birthday. However, she didn't expect that because of heavy snow and Princess Bao'an, the birthday gift was delayed for two days. Xue Ning'er was a little regretful, but now when she saw this portrait, she felt that it was worth it even if she waited for a few more days.

Xue Ning'er looked at the painting for a while and finally woke up. She smiled apologetically at Zhao Yan and said, "Thank you for your wonderful paintings in the prince. I like it very much!"

However, as soon as Xue Ning'er finished speaking, she saw a blank space in the upper right corner of the portrait. She smiled and said, "Of course, you need to accompany a good poem to think about it. Otherwise, if the poem you made is too bad, it would be a joke!"
Chapter completed!