Chapter 264: First Physical Contact
Yu Shengsheng was delighted when she heard that Fu Qingyin wanted her for help.
She was not afraid of trouble, but she was afraid that in Fu Qingyin's eyes, she would be a useless person.
"If the commander has any instructions, just tell him clearly."
Fu Qingyin pondered and said, "I heard from Hei Bai that you were also present when the prisoner robbery happened?"
Yu Shengsheng nodded: "Yes."
"Have you ever seen that person's appearance?"
"I see," Yu Shengsheng suddenly understood, "The commander wants me to draw a portrait of this person?"
Fu Qingyin nodded: "Not bad."
Yu Shengsheng agreed immediately: "Okay, I'll draw it right away."
She put away the original painting, spread out new paper, and started painting.
Fu Qingyin watched her busying herself. It was the first time he saw her painting with his own eyes.
She was clearly just a country girl before, but in just three years she has achieved such a high level of painting skills, which shows that she is extremely talented.
Perhaps it was because he was sitting opposite her, making the already not very spacious table seem even more cramped. Yu Shengsheng's elbow accidentally touched the pen holder, causing the brush on it to shake.
She hurried to grab it, but was a step too slow and grabbed Fu Qingyin's hand.
His hands were warm, and Yu Shengsheng felt as if she was scalded, so she quickly let go of her hands.
Fu Qingyin lowered his eyes and looked at the back of his hand. Was he just squeezed by her fingertips?
Her fingers were slightly cool, as smooth and clean as jade, and also as cold as jade.
You know what, it’s quite powerful.
The corners of his mouth raised and then retracted.
Then I heard Yu Shengsheng whisper, "Sorry."
Fu Qingyin raised his eyes to look at her. She was too embarrassed to meet his gaze, and her ears were suspiciously red.
Fu Qingyin steadied the pen and withdrew his hand: "It's okay."
Neither of them spoke anymore. The room was extremely quiet. Even the tiny sound of the pen tip passing across the paper seemed to become exceptionally clear.
With just a few strokes, a vivid face comes to life on the paper.
It was Zhao Tianxing.
A smile flashed across Fu Qingyin's eyes.
Yu Shengsheng put down his pen: "Commander, please look, I saw this man take off his mask, revealing this appearance..."
As she spoke, she suddenly paused and frowned slightly.
Fu Qingyin asked: "What?"
Yu Shengsheng looked at the portrait and thought: "I always feel that I have seen this person somewhere, but I just can't remember where it is at the moment."
Fu Qingyin picked up the portrait and said, "This person is a killer who specializes in killing people. Where have you seen him?"
Yu Shengsheng thought about it carefully. She had lived in the countryside before, then came to the Su Mansion, and spent her last year in the Queen's Villa. She really had no chance to meet any killer.
There are many people in the world who are similar.
"Maybe I remembered it wrongly," Yu Shengsheng shook his head and smiled.
Fu Qingyin seemed to be thinking about something and put the painting away. "I will take the painting away and order people to post it everywhere to search for it. If there is a need for the princess's help..."
"I will not refuse. Please don't be polite, Commander." Yu Shengsheng took over and said.
Fu Qingyin looked at her twice and heard the sincerity in her tone, as well as a hint of anxiety to express her feelings.
Is she worried? What is she worried about?
Was she worried that he wouldn't ask her for help and thought she was useless?
Fu Qingyin looked at her eyes, which were clearly black and white, and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
The way she wanted to be recognized really looked like...
Fu Qingyin was distracted and heard Jin Baobao's laughter in the yard.
I don’t know what that girl was laughing at, why was she laughing so loudly?
Thinking about Lu Xingyue in Zhenqiao Tower again, he felt even more annoyed.
"I have almost made arrangements for September. I will tell you the detailed plan another day."
Yu Shengsheng's eyes sparkled and she nodded repeatedly: "Okay."
Seeing that she was happy, Fu Qingyin's mood also inexplicably improved.
Turning around and seeing the candied fruit on her table, he said inexplicably, "This candied fruit doesn't look delicious. I'll ask Hei Bai to take you to a good store next time."
Yu Shengsheng was stunned. She didn't know how the topic turned to candied fruits. Before she could react, Fu Qingyin had already stood up and left through the back window.
Yu Shengsheng: “…”
She sat back in the chair, looked at the pen holder, reached out to hold the brush firmly, and only then did she realize that the pen was no longer shaking.
No need for stability.
When Fu Qingyin arrived at the intersection near the Su Mansion, Hei Bai was leaning against the carriage and yawning.
"Master," Hei Bai immediately perked up and looked behind him, "Where is the princess?"
Fu Qingyin handed him the portrait and said, "Go and post it."
Hei Bai unfolded the painting and couldn't help but admire it: "This painting is really at the master level. It's so lifelike! As expected of a princess, she has such a skillful hand. I have never seen anyone with such painting skills. Even the painters in the palace can't compare to her."
Fu Qingyin got on the carriage: "You are not here, so you can't hear all the flattery. Let's go."
Hei Bai smiled and put the painting away: "I am speaking the truth, not flattering you. You can also praise behind your back."
He had just changed the direction of the car when he heard Fu Qingyin say again, "Go to the mansion."
Hei Bai was startled, but didn't ask any more questions and agreed to go to the mansion.
Fu Qingyin mostly lived in Zhenqi Tower and seldom returned to his mansion. There were not many people in the mansion, only a few old servants who were responsible for daily cleaning.
Seeing him come back, they were all surprised and happy. Fu Qingyin waved his hand, asked them to leave, and walked to the back house alone.
The house was deserted, without even a sound. He jumped onto the roof and looked at the small house not far away.
That small house was separated from his guest house.
There was no one there originally, but now that it was sold to Yu Shengsheng, it seemed alive and even more lovely and cozy than his mansion.
There are some flowers and plants in the yard. They are not precious flowers, but they are all vigorous, have a long flowering period, and are very easy to care for. You can tell at a glance that they were selected by Yu Shengsheng.
Just like her too.
There were washed cotton cloths hanging in the yard, soft and thin, swaying in the wind. He seemed to be able to smell the unique scent of the cotton cloth in the wind.
Just as he was lost in thought, Nanny Zhou came out of the room and seemed to be embroidering towards the light.
After making her choice, she went back into the house, brought out a small table, put a few pieces of cloth on it, and started sewing.
The material is light purple and is only used by young women.
Nanny Zhou must be making clothes for Yu Shengsheng.
She should make some clothes, and this color... suits her skin tone.
Fu Qingyin wondered why her small house, with only an old slave, seemed cozy and warm, while his big house was so cold and deserted and boring.
What will this little house look like when she moves in one day?
Hei Bai had just handed the portrait to the painter and asked them to paint a few more when he turned around and saw Fu Qingyin coming.
"Master, the portrait will be repainted immediately."
Fu Qingyin was talking about something else: "Where are the materials that the palace gave her as a reward?"
Hei Bai was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was referring to Yu Shengsheng.
"It's in the room where the princess lived. Everything is there."
Fu Qingyin walked towards the house, and Hei Bai quickly followed, helping to take out the cloths and put them out one by one.
Fu Qingyin looked at them one by one and found that purple was already there.
"This cyan, that scarlet, and the light yellow and aqua blue, all go to the small house."
Black and white eyes lit up: "Then how about the red that you usually wear? Would you like to give me some as well? That is the brightest."
Fu Qing was silent for a moment and hummed softly through his nose.
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