I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

He was startled, and his hand that was painting trembled, and he just happened to touch the face of the girl on the flower, and the ink spread. The face of the woman lying on the boat turned into a black dot.

"Oh, what a pity." Jiang Xingkuo leaned close to his ear and said regretfully while looking at the painting.

An Yuyan's eyes widened.

Never before had a woman been so close to him. Her warm breath sprayed around him, and he could even feel the faint scent of flowers hidden in it.

His heart was pounding and his face was visibly red. He was so flustered that he didn't know what to say. But the woman picked up his words and walked aside to look at him carefully.

"Hey, is that me in your painting?" The girl's clear voice made him even more at a loss.

"Yeah," he replied softly.

"It's amazing. It's so lifelike. What a masterful painter!" Jiang Xingkuo stared at the beautiful hibiscus buds in the painting and couldn't help but sigh.

"Not bad, not bad. It's quite interesting that the face is covered." He exclaimed when he saw a black spot on his face.

"This, this...I was careless just now..." He blushed again.

"It's okay, it's okay. Wow! You are so beautiful!" Jiang Xingkuo looked at his face and exclaimed the next second.

"Beautiful?" He pondered this strange adjective in his mind.

"It means that you are as handsome as Pan An and as beautiful as Song Yu." Jiang Xingkuo handed the painting to him again.

But he didn't take it, but smiled shyly and said: "Miss, you are really too kind. If you like it, I will give it to you."

"Really? Thank you. I like it very much!" Jiang Xingkuo immediately rolled up the painting. "It's such a beautiful painting. I want to hang it in my room and admire it every day."

He was stunned again. How could it be so straightforward... and... so cute.

Jiang Xingkuo put the scroll away. Seeing that he still had a pen in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh, "Did you draw this with your left hand?"

He seemed a little uneasy, and secretly hid his right sleeve behind him, then nodded.

"I admire you. You're really amazing. I heard that people who use their left hand are smarter." Jiang Xingkuo didn't notice his little movements, but just bowed to him like the people in the martial arts dramas on TV.

His eyes lit up, he secretly glanced up at Jiang Xingkuo, then lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "I'm so ashamed, it's just a trick, not worthy of being shown on the stage."

"That's impossible! There are top talents in all 360 professions. Besides, your paintings are so amazing that they are comparable to Tang Bohu's!" Jiang Xingkuo patted his shoulder to comfort him.

But he actually asked with some confusion: "... Tang Bohu... who is it..."

Jiang Xingkuo blinked, "That's it, I messed up." She quickly went over it in her mind. He recognized Pan An, which meant that it was after the Western Jin Dynasty. Tang Bohu was a painter in the Ming Dynasty. Most women here wore chest-length skirts, probably... after the Tang Dynasty.

But she had never heard of the name Jin State, but its territory seemed quite large, not like a small country.

The spring in Youling City where she was was dry and windy. It should be the capital of the north, perhaps the former Beijing. The dynasty called Youling in Beijing's history was very long ago. Could it be that... history forked here, and she met such a handsome guy...

He looked at Jiang Xingkuo, who was lost in thought and silent. His face turned red, then white. Sometimes he frowned and looked cold, and sometimes he relaxed and looked very happy, as if he was possessed by a demon.

He couldn't help but pat her on the shoulder, "Girl, are you okay?"

Jiang Xingkuo suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the handsome guy in front of him awkwardly, and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, it's okay. I was just thinking about something important."

Seeing the handsome guy in front of her with a speechless expression, she quickly asked: "My name is Jiang Xingkuo, what's your name?"

He looked away and hesitated for a long time before replying, "My name is Yuyan."

"Jade words? Golden words? Haha, it suits you very well." Jiang Xingkuo had just finished speaking when the stomach of the person opposite him started to growl.

The two looked at each other awkwardly. His face couldn't get any redder.

Jiang Xingkuo jumped onto the rockery and looked into the distance. He didn't see Huanyan's figure. He couldn't help but wonder why it took so long?

She turned around and saw his worried expression, and quickly jumped down again, "Let's go, where do you live? Let's go eat!"

He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, but was in a dilemma facing the easel, looking left and right.

"You don't have maids or eunuchs? Whose son are you? Or a prince?" Jiang Xingkuo saw his embarrassment and realized what was going on. "Forget it. Your right hand is inconvenient? Let me do it!"

She thought to herself, there is not a single maid, unlike An Huanyan and the prince, who are always accompanied by a large group of people whenever they go out.

He must be some unfavored descendant of the royal family.

As he spoke, he picked up the easel, turned around, and the long legs of the easel swung and almost hit him.

He held the inkstone and brush, stunned.

"Hurry up! Aren't you hungry?"

He hurried to catch up.

"I'm telling you, my cooking is delicious! Not only that, I can also cook a lot of delicious food that you think you haven't eaten! I think I really starved to death in my previous life. You know, eating is the happiest thing in the world. Man is iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat for a meal, you will be very hungry..."

He listened to her babble and didn't even notice that the corners of his mouth had raised a very large arc.

The two of them stood in front of a shabby hut, and this time it was her turn to be dumbfounded.

"There is actually such a... unique place in the imperial palace?" Jiang Xingkuo almost let it slip.

It seems that there is really no status.

"Girl, just put it here. Thank you." He opened the creaking door of the hut and motioned for her to go in.

"Oh oh." She ran over quickly, and as soon as she stepped into the door, she didn't notice that the leg of the easel in her hand was stuck outside the door. She fell in with a thump, and the easel also crashed outside the door.

Jiang Xingkuo got a mouthful of ashes and grimaced in pain.

He quickly helped her up.

Jiang Xingkuo got up covered in dust and dirt.

"Excuse me, young lady. The accommodation here is really too simple. Please make yourself at home," he said apologetically.

“It’s okay, it’s okay… This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant…” Jiang Xingkuo rubbed his nose and waved his hand.

He went out and propped up the easel with his left hand and leaned it against the door.

Jiang Xingkuo saw a small bamboo chair next to him, so he sat on it and waited for him to come in.

Who knew that as soon as he sat on it, "Hey, it's quite comfortable...ah!! It's pinching my butt!" Jiang Xingkuo bounced up like a rocket, holding his butt.

A burning pain came from her buttocks. She gasped for breath and rubbed her buttocks. She looked up and met his astonished expression.

“…Hehe…Hehe…” Her smile was uglier than crying, “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”