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The gentle red letter caused the atmosphere in the room to feel warm. The room was joyous yet ambiguous.

"Miss Xia Ye, I walked the wrong way!" Please forgive me, farewell! " Seeing Xia Ye's handsome appearance and graceful writing, Chang Lou instantly became more clear-headed and turned to leave.

"Could it be that the young master is so heartless that I have to wait for an opportunity? Is this an opportunity to make me happy?" From the look of it, Young Master is not someone who would be affected by emotions like that.

Xia Ye smiled slightly, and a small dimple that would cause all men to sink into their dimples appeared on the little face of the melon seeds. She was still the same untainted Xia He, but her smile was perfect, blooming brilliantly! The red character in the air was getting more and more beautiful, causing the air to grow increasingly intoxicated.

Right now, Chang Lou was depressed. She wasn't affected by the perfect Spring Butterfly, but in front of this smile, she was temporarily absent-minded.

"Didn't Miss Xia Ye already say at the general assembly that she wanted to be young, handsome, and talented? This humble one has already been here for more than half a hundred years, how can I be young? With such an unsightly appearance, how can I be handsome? This humble one is not young, not handsome, nor talented.

Even though Xia Ye was beautiful, Chang Lou didn't want to waste any more time. She rejected Xia Ye immediately, explaining her incompetence and how she couldn't enter the girl's eyes.

"Pfft …" Hearing Chang Lou's words, Xia Ye couldn't help but laugh. He saw her roll her hand and the scattered red pigment rose into the air. As she extended her brush, a few lines of words appeared in the air.

"Young master must be joking!" Although the young master had a head full of white hair, his appearance was still that of a seventeen or eighteen year old youth. Besides, the young master had gone into the martial world to hone his valiant heart. He was truly a heroic man! "In the secular world, talent was not something that could be defined as something that could be described as" "talent" ". A scholar who could write beautiful essays, paint beautiful flowers, or write wonderful poems could be called a" "talent" ".

"If it's such a fallacy, then doesn't it mean that the great talent of a generation, the Lifeless Emperor who single-handedly seized the world, and the Honorable Wine Lord who was so arrogant that he couldn't even be considered to have any talent?" Just with this one sentence, at least seven of the Nine Supremes have already been rejected. How great of a hero is the Nine Supremes? That person isn't a rare talent in a thousand years. They don't deserve the title 'talent'.

"The reason why the people of the world viewed him as their sovereign is naturally not because of logic, but because they wholeheartedly submit to him. Did he have to make this almighty person call him an idiot? In that case, the whole world will respect your stupidity! "

The red character continued to dance about as it flashed across the sky. Chang Lou couldn't help but to wipe away the cold sweat. This Xia Ye's train of thought was truly lively. He only said a single sentence and wrote an article based on ancient satire. He couldn't help but have some regrets regarding Xia Ye's inability to speak. With such a woman, if she were to have a glib tongue, then that would be the nightmare of many men and women.

"Young master, I happened to see that day when the sword was facing the scimitar. Young master's swordsmanship is so amazing that even I, who have no understanding of the way of the sword, marvel at it. I will use this as proof!"

The moment he finished reading, Xia Ye took out a painting.

Seeing this painting, Chang Lou felt a chill in his heart. He was once again shocked by this woman's terror.

There was no one in the picture, only a sword and a willow leaf sword.

It was such a painting. When Chang Lou saw it, he felt a sharpness from the sword in the painting. It was a sort of sharpness, a hidden edge, a hidden edge.

There was actually a painting that could depict the concept of the sword and the charm of martial skills. What kind of expert, intelligence, and talent did the painter have to be?

"So the lady is waiting for me again …"

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Chang Lou looked at Xia Ye, who was smiling and dipping in the dye, and his gaze did his best to conceal the disbelief.

"I said, I want to spend the Spring Festival Gala with young master, will young master believe me?"

Xia Ye Hao lightly moved his wrist, and the brush in his hand was already nourished full by the thick ink. The tip of the brush overflowed with ink, longing to show off to the world.

"Miss … are you joking?" Ye Zichen looked away from Xia Ye's shy face. Xia Ye had just spoken, and his voice was like an oriole, deeply shocking Chang Lou.

"In the eyes of the young master, am I just someone who likes to joke around?"

Xia Ye smiled coquettishly and opened a piece of white paper. The pen in his hand flew across the paper, then a painting appeared. It was colorful, with delicate lines, it was vivid and lifelike.

"Young master, have a look!"

He stretched out his bare hands and placed the painting into Chang Lou's hands.

When Chang Lou saw the painting, she was stunned. The person in the middle of the painting was none other than the Spring Butterfly girl's hall next door.

This painting did not leave behind a single corner in the hall, and did not forget the details and movements of the characters, rendering them perfectly.

There was some flesh on her body, but she was still attractive. Even the beads of sweat on her body were distinct. Chang Lou's expression was blank, his gaze distant and indeterminate. Even the butterfly's pupils rippled within.

Chang Lou was certain that even a top-level painter would not be able to create such a beautiful scene, much less such meticulous detail.

"Looks like Young Master is very satisfied with this painting. Since that's the case, Young Master can leave now!"

Seeing the unconcealable astonishment in Chang Lou's eyes, Xia Ye was very satisfied. He smiled and was about to close the door to thank the customer.

"Miss Xia Ye …" Chang Lou had just revealed his hand and was about to ask a lot of questions, but who knew that Xia Ye would suddenly stop and send her off. This made Chang Lou feel even more doubtful.

"Does young master want me to take off Xia Ye's clothes and show you around?" For example, if Young Master is the only one, please follow Xia Ye, Xia Ye will help Young Master take a bath first! After bathing and changing clothes, Young Master can do whatever you want with these few summer nights! "

Seeing that Chang Lou wanted to say something, Xia Ye smiled foolishly. The spring water in his eyes was flowing like silk. His entire person seemed to have transformed into a flower leaf at the beginning of summer. He was reserved and charming at the same time.

"Excuse me!" "I'll be taking my leave now!" Chang Lou walked out of Xia Ye's room, and the moment he closed the door, he suddenly felt that the world wasn't real anymore. He felt like a puppet held in the hands of someone else.

The end of the line that controlled him was mysterious and powerful. Whether fate was reincarnation or power, it faintly revealed a power that made people feel powerless, gave birth to an irresistible illusion, and made them suffocate.

It was unknown whether it was reincarnation or fate or the ethereal power that caused him to push open the next door. When he pushed open the door, his hands would often shake, and even his heart would tremble.

Behind this door was a chessboard, a huge chessboard. On the chess board, the black and white figures criss-crossed each other, ceasing to play, but it also seemed like a hidden killing intent.

Tonight, the Pavilion of Ascending Dream was also in a similar state. On the surface, it was calm, but who would know that the undercurrent that was brewing behind it was this reverse?