Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS - Chapter 1295

  Chapter 1295 Immortals cannot become immortals (53)

  Liu Xianghe replied: “When I went out, I told Jin Ge not to look for me. You can stay.”

  Bai Zan pointed at Liancai, and turned the light away a little.

   “This is not an example.”

“And you?”

   “Just take a rest, I happen to be a little interested, and I look like a picture.”

   “Draw me? I have a very good life, and it’s not a loss to be a painting.”

  Yoo Sang-hwa blinked, he is a beautiful and self-aware person.

   “It’s not bad for the beauty to sleep on the couch in a daze.”

  Bai Zan fixed things and smiled lightly.

  Liu Xianghe moved the fire to Bai Chan’s side. Then he lay down on a soft bed and posed in a pose.

   “Aren’t you tired of sleeping like this? Be natural, it’s not a big deal.”

  Yoo Sang-hwa argued: “I’m like this in my daily life.”

  Bai Chuan began to grind, and said with a smile: “Hold your head on your hands all night? Are your hands numb?”

   Liu Xianghe silently withdrew his hand and changed his movements.

   “Go to sleep, don’t look at me anymore, there will be more time in the future.”

  Liu Xianghe hesitated to speak, and lay obediently with his eyes closed.

  So eager, always thinking of sticking together, seeing each other all the time. I’m afraid that time waits for no one, and I can’t do this again in a flash.

  I thought it would be difficult to fall asleep, but I fell asleep after a while.

  The lights in the room were kept on all night, Bai Zhan leaned on the chair and took a nap for a while, after waking up, he looked at the painting.

  The ink on the painting has dried.

  The ink used for this painting is the best ink, which will not fade for thousands of years.

   There is no seal of his own left beside him, nor is there a single word left behind.

  The sound of paper rattling woke Liu Xianghe up, and when he was confused, his voice also became soft: “Zi Shu, have you not slept all night?”

  Bai Ju shook his head: “You hurry up, the maids should come in after a while.”

  Liu Xianghe complained: “I never let a maid serve me, I always keep myself clean.”

  Bai Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly: “Who would have thought that you would fall in love with me?”

  Liu Xianghe was speechless for a while: “Then I will do this job for me.”

  Bai Ju: “No, hurry up.”

  Fix the scroll and tie the rope. Handed it to Liu Xianghe: “Let’s go back and see.”

  Yoo Sang-hwa took the painting and had no choice but to leave.

   It is impossible to justify not leaving now.

   After returning, Liu Xianghe asked Jin Ge to prepare hot water, take a bath, burn incense, clean hands, and straighten his clothes before opening the scroll.

   Not what he looks like lying on the bed.

   It’s the scene where he meets Bai Chuan for the first time. The sword in the white flute was bloody, and he was so arrogant.

   Liu Xianghe looked at it for a long time, then put it away.

  The painting has a very personal style, and Yoo Sang-hwa dare not show it off.

  …

   “Your Highness, the imperial concubine is disposing of Yumian.”

   Hongyu hurried in to report to Li Qiyin.

  Li Qiyin put down the things in his hands, puzzled: “What did the concubine punish Yu Mian for?”

  Hongyu asked why: “Your Majesty said that Yu Mian is not worthy to be the princess’s personal maid.”

  Li Qiyin lifted the hem of her skirt and walked into Concubine Gao’s bedroom, and said sullenly: “Mother and concubine are always like this, don’t ask me to make decisions for me.”

  Hongyu: “Princess, your empress is also doing it for your own good.”

  Li Qiyin glanced at her, and said unhappily: “For my own good? Is it for my own good to just pull my people over and punish them? Why don’t you say that you don’t deserve it.”

   Hong Yurou lowered his head and didn’t say much.

   “Concubine Mu, why did you sleep in the rain?”

  Li Qiyin saluted well even though she was angry.

   Concubine Gao gave a look, and Wang Momo beside her immediately asked the other maids to leave and closed the door.

  (end of this chapter)