Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

"Haha, Grandpa, you're overthinking it. Liu Ruyi is just a delicate little girl. How can she do anything to me?"

As Bai Yue spoke, she secretly glanced at Yun Qingchen, who was still indifferent. Now that the other party was here, how could she dare to easily reveal the truth about her secret meeting with Mo Xuanche?

"Okay, I'm relieved that you're okay, but what's that stack of paper in your hand for? Could it be that Liu Ruyi's sudden inspiration, giving you an alternative farewell gift?"

Mo Yingyun's gaze fell on the stack of white paper in Bai Yue's hand, and curiosity gleamed in his eyes.

"Alas, this is all a 'surprise' from the Duke of Qi at the door. He insisted that I write out all the poems I recited, one per poem, one full page!"

Bai Yue said with a helpless smile

"Well, the poems you wrote are indeed very good, and I support you in writing them down for the world to admire! But if you feel that copying is too much for you, my hands may not be as good as they used to be, but I am more than capable of writing for you!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yingyun stroked his beard with a smile, looking confident.

"Oh, Grandpa, if you're willing to help, that would be great. But how's your hand healing? Is it really okay to copy so many pages?"

Bai Yue looked at the other person's hand, which had been free of bandages, and asked with concern.

"Don't worry, I've tried it. The power of that brushstroke is just as strong as when I was young! All this is thanks to your miraculous medical skills. It has given my old hands a new lease of life, as if I had turned back time!"

Mo Yingyun shook his right hand as he spoke and responded confidently.

"However, it's getting late today. I'll send someone to take you to my house tomorrow to continue copying!"

After saying that, Mo Yingyun slowly stood up and walked towards the door with light steps. When he noticed that Bai Yue seemed to want to see him off, he quickly waved his hand, and his smile became more playful and ambiguous.

"Alright, Xiaoyue, I can walk these few steps by myself, so don't bother seeing me off. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been worried sick about you all night. As the Crown Princess, you should comfort him and soothe his heart that is so worried about you."

"Husband and wife are like this: they quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. If you really have something that you can't get over, just remember what I said!"

After he finished speaking, Mo Yingyun turned and left, leaving only a string of laughter that gradually faded away echoing in the flower hall.

Bai Yue looked at the other person's departing back, with a look of embarrassment on her face, while Yun Qingchen stood aside, looking at Bai Yue quietly, as if thinking about something.

"Qingchen, let's talk about the fact that I left without saying goodbye today..."

She had just said half of her words when a subtle atmosphere filled the air, and Yun Qingchen's originally calm eyes suddenly changed.

"Why would I leave without saying goodbye? This..."

Just as she racked her brains, trying to come up with a reason that was both reasonable and unsuspecting,

A gentle smile quietly appeared at the corner of Yun Qingchen's mouth, like a flower blooming inadvertently in spring.

"Xiaoyue, I heard Xiaoyi tell me that you burned all the scrolls in my study with your own hands?"

Hearing this, Bai Yue bit her lip awkwardly and explained sheepishly.

"Well, Qingchen, the paintings you drew are actually very good, but they are a little too vivid. I'm afraid they might fall into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, so..."

Bai Yue's voice became quieter and quieter, and it was obvious that she felt particularly uncomfortable when she thought of those paintings.

When Yun Qingchen heard this, the smile in his eyes became even wider. He seemed to see through Bai Yue's thoughts. He stood up leisurely and walked slowly to a small wooden box that Xiaoyi had already prepared.

"Since you, Xiaoyue, also have a special liking for those exquisite paintings, how could I not personally reveal to you the secrets of what kind of magical brush is able to create such a moving work?"

Soon he took out an exquisite wooden box from the wooden box and brought it to Bai Yue.

As the lid of the box slowly opened, three brushes with unique shapes and exquisite craftsmanship came into Bai Yue's sight.

Yun Qingchen elegantly picked up a brush that was carefully carved from delicate purple bamboo. The brush holder had distinct joints and a faint scent of bamboo.

"This brush is called 'Rising Purple Air,' and its nib is inlaid with finely selected wolf hair. Wolf hair is tough, like a swordsman's blade, and is ideal for outlining the delicate, subtle lines of a figure, so powerful that they penetrate the paper, making each stroke leap off the paper and bring the figure to life."

After he finished speaking, he turned lightly again, and in his hand was a brush with a handle as smooth as jade and flawless white. It was engraved with exquisite patterns of fortune and longevity, showing its noble air.

"Look at this 'Green Jade Fortune and Longevity Brush'. Its tip contains the firmness of wolf hair, while its outer layer is the softness of goat hair. This perfect balance of strength and softness seems to be able to discern the subtleties of the world. Using it to depict the folds of clothing will surely make the clothes flutter, showcasing a graceful and elegant look."

Finally, Yun Qingchen smiled mysteriously and picked up a brush from the box. It looked ordinary but contained a mystery. The shaft of the brush was as deep as the night sky and seemed to be carefully cast from black lacquer.

"And this is the 'Three Friends of Winter' brush. Its nib is composed entirely of soft and delicate goat hair, like a gentle spring breeze under the warm winter sun. It is most suitable for slowly blending in large areas of ink, allowing the colors and artistic conception to progress layer by layer, creating a sense of tranquility and profoundness that transcends the world."

After saying that, Yun Qingchen gently placed the three brushes in front of Bai Yue, a playful smile on his lips, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

"How about it, Xiaoyue? Among these three pens, each with its own unique features, do you have a favorite?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Yue's eyes moved between the pens, and finally she smiled lightly and said indifferently.

"These three pens are so beautifully crafted, I actually like them all!"

When Yun Qingchen heard this, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised, and his smile became even brighter.

"Since you have such a big appetite, Xiaoyue, I will teach you everything I know tonight and take you to appreciate the myriad worlds painted by these three pens!"

"Ah, you want to teach me how to paint? Now?"

Bai Yue looked at Yun Qingchen with a puzzled look on her face, not understanding what the other party was up to.

"Why, Xiaoyue, you don't want to? If so, then explain to me why you haven't returned home this day!"

Seeing this, Yun Qingchen's face couldn't help but become gloomy again.

"No, no, no, being able to learn painting from His Royal Highness Crown Prince Chenyun is a blessing I could never achieve in several lifetimes. Your Highness, please let me study with you now. I can't wait to swim in the ocean of colors!"

When Bai Yue heard this, she had no time to hesitate. She nodded quickly, fearing that Yun Qingchen would go back on his word.