That day, Yuan Zhizhi was playing in the mud in the garden.
Dota sat in a nearby pavilion, making sure she was within his sight.
The sun is shining and the air is warm.
Yuan Zhizhi was wearing a lotus pink jacket and skirt, which made her little face look as delicate as a newly opened petal.
She was surrounded by colorful flowers in full bloom, as if she was in a dreamy sea of flowers.
A gentle breeze brought with it a scent of flowers, and the mottled shadows of the flowers were reflected on her tender little face.
A little bird gently landed on her shoulder, tilted its head and pecked at its feathers, as if it was acting coquettishly.
Several butterflies fluttered around and landed on her hair and arms, as if they regarded her as part of the flowers.
Yuan Zhizhi was immersed in playing with mud, drawing small circles in the soil with her fingers, and laughing "crunching" from time to time.
She suddenly raised her hand, and her muddy palm spread out slightly upwards.
A pale yellow butterfly fluttered in from the flowers nearby and gently landed on her fingertips. Its wings, as thin as a cicada's wings, trembled slightly as it danced on her hand.
Yuan Zhizhi looked at the butterfly, a satisfied smile appeared on her little face, her eyes curved into crescents, the dimples on her cheeks sunken deeply, her smile was innocent and cute.
When Duotaou looked up, he saw such a beautiful and free scene.
He couldn't help but continue to stare at her. At this moment, she seemed to have become the most lively elf in this sea of flowers. Even the sunlight couldn't help but stay on her, reluctant to leave.
Dota's gaze softened a lot.
He told Jin Wan, "Go get some rice paper and paint."
Jin Wan nodded and immediately sent someone to get it.
Duota slowly spread out a piece of white rice paper on the stone table.
He held the paintbrush in his hand, and before he put the pen to paper, a long-lost feeling arose in his heart, and memories that had not been touched for a long time quietly revived.
Jin Wan, who was standing nearby, was stunned and couldn't help but whispered, "Your Majesty, are you going to paint?"
He had followed Dotta for many years and had seen the king wield a sword to kill enemies and ride a horse, but he had never seen him pick up a brush to paint.
Duota did not answer, his gaze passed through the layers of flowers and fell on Yuan Zhizhi who was not far away.
The small figure smiled innocently.
Dota looked at her for a long time. He gently put down his pen, and the first trace of ink appeared on the paper, a little rough.
After all, he hadn't painted in years.
But as the pen moved, the outline of the flowers gradually took shape on the paper, and his movements became smooth and steady.
Amidst the ink-colored smudges, the blooming flowers seem to be given life, fresh and lively.
When the tip of the brush slid to the small figure in the painting, his eyes softened slightly, as if he was looking at her through the drawing paper.
With a twist of her wrist, Yuan Zhizhi's figure appeared on the paper: round face, innocent smile, fluttering butterflies...
Every stroke is full of heart and is completed almost in one go.
When the pen touched the paper, even the wind seemed to stop for a moment.
Jin Wan was stunned watching from the side and could not help but exclaim, "Your Majesty...the painting is so beautiful!"
The people in this painting almost reproduce the scene in front of us on the rice paper, making it look lifelike.
Yuan Zhizhi heard the noise here and turned around. He grabbed Qingzhi's hand and walked towards Duota with unsteady steps.
She was short and couldn't see what was on the stone table, so she opened her arms towards Dota with her eyes shining.
There was still a lot of mud on her hands, but Dota didn't mind at all and picked her up.
Yuan Zhizhi saw the painting on the table and exclaimed, "Wow~"
【Then there are four nests!!】
【Hoho, look! 】
Duota was stunned for a moment, staring at Yuan Zhizhi, only to see her little mouth open into a circle and her eyes full of surprise.
Is this Zhizhi speaking?
Yuan Zhizhi didn't notice at all, turned around, and took advantage of Duota's distraction to kiss him on the cheek, dancing with joy.
[Look at this! The Great Devil is so awesome! I didn't expect he could draw! He draws just as well as my mom!]
Yuan Zhizhi can only say single words, how can she say such a series of words?
Duota raised his eyebrows and noticed that Jin Wan and Qing Zhi behind him looked normal.
He stared at Yuan Zhizhi again, his eyes dangerous.
Could it be... that he is possessed by an evil spirit?
Yuan Zhizhi looked at the painting, thought for a moment, and then leaned forward. Duota let her do what she wanted.
She first looked at the painting, then looked at her right hand, which was covered in mud.
So she rubbed her hands together, trying to wipe the mud off. She looked at the stone table and then at her clothes, but she found it difficult to start.
Fortunately, Dota realized what she was about to do and called out, "Bring me some warm water to wash your hands."
The palace maid quickly brought water, and Duota helped Yuan Zhizhi wash and dry her hands.
Yuan Zhizhi stood on his legs, supporting the edge of the stone table with her left hand, and reached into the paint with her right hand, which had just been washed.
Jin Wan let out an "eh" and subconsciously wanted to stop her, but seeing that the king was just holding her and watching from behind with some indulgence and doting, he knew what to do and shut up.
Yuan Zhizhi smeared the palm of her right hand with red paint, and then with a "snap", she covered the lower right corner of the painting.
A small bright red handprint appeared on the rice paper.
Dota couldn't help but smile.
But it wasn't over yet. Yuan Zhizhi looked at his "masterpiece" and seemed to feel that something was missing, so he looked up at Duota again.
Dota raised an eyebrow, only to see her pull up his right hand and mutter, "Come..."
He let her hold his hand, and the smile on his face deepened.
Yuan Zhizhi was like a little painter, carefully applying blue paint on Duota's palm. Her little hands were clumsy but delicate.
"Hehe!" She took Dota's hand and pressed it on her red handprint.
"Snap." Two handprints, one big and one small, with blue and red colors overlapping each other, looked very harmonious.
Yuan Zhizhi put his hands on his hips, squinted his eyes and looked at the two handprints, his face full of a sense of accomplishment.
[Then others will know that the person in the painting is Wo Zhizhi-sama!]
Dota looked at the flowers and little people in the painting with handprints on them, a rare tenderness flashed in his eyes, and his voice was low but with a smile,
"Yeah, it's really good."
He was now certain that what he heard was Yuan Zhizhi's voice.
Is this...her inner voice?
But why couldn’t I hear it before, but suddenly I could hear it just now?
Is there anyone else who can hear it besides yourself?
While thinking, he handed the painting to Jin Wan and said, "Go frame it and hang it in my bedroom."
Jin Wan held the painting carefully, nodded and left.
Yuan Zhizhi wanted to go downstairs and play for a while, so she got down from Duota's arms.
As I was walking towards the flowers, a white figure rushed out like a sharp arrow.
Throw her to the ground.
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