Chapter 216 Draw a Sketch for You

Zhao Zhuoxi sat there and stared at Jiang Jiu for a long time, and couldn't help but frowning.

Why did she just keep painting without even looking at him?

Just when he was confused, Jiang Jiu raised his eyelids and gestured a few times with his fingers.

I took a deep breath and started to draw the first stroke.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a standard look and are very good-looking?"

When Jiang Jiu was painting, he realized that Zhao Zhuoxi was very good-looking, with standard facial features and a high nose bridge, so he didn't need any nose shadow at all.

The proportions of his forehead and face are also very standard, which is almost the standard for modern male models.

In the past, she only thought about resisting, but after calming down, she suddenly realized that Zhao Zhuoxi was actually a very good-looking man, young, with a stable personality, and was very kind to her.

It is really a good choice.

When Jiang Jiu was painting, she felt that the atmosphere in the carriage with them was a little ambiguous and a little uncomfortable, but when she calmed down and slowly began to paint, everything around her seemed to disappear.

She was completely absorbed in painting.

Zhao Zhuoxi could actually guess what Jiang Jiu was painting.

Because he has a charcoal sketch like this.

The charcoal pencil in Jiang Jiu's hand moved smoothly across the drawing paper. After an unknown amount of time, she finally put down her pen and looked at her own portrait with satisfaction.

Cheers, "Okay, I'll give it to you..."

When I looked up, I saw that Zhao Zhuoxi, who was originally sitting, had fallen asleep leaning against the wall of the car without knowing when.

Did she take too long to paint?

Jiang Jiu looked at the sleeping Zhao Zhuoxi, was stunned for a moment, put down the painting, and tiptoed to Zhao Zhuoxi.

He is indeed good-looking, with long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and light pink, slightly thin lips.

But she could feel him kissing her in her mind.

There was a hint of fatigue between his brows, and his eyebrows were wrinkled.

Jiang Jiu raised his thumb and couldn't help but smooth out his brows.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhuoxi woke up and grabbed Jiang Jiu's hand.

With just a gentle pull, Jiang Jiu lost his balance and rolled into his arms.

Just as the warm lips were about to press down, Jiang Jiu suddenly woke up, pushed Zhao Zhuoxi away, and she fell to the side.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I, I..."

Zhao Zhuoxi sat up slowly, straightened his clothes, and reached out to pull Jiang Jiu up.

"I am sorry for being so abrupt...Xiaojiu..."

Jiang Jiu didn't react for a moment, but picked up her

Draw it for Zhao Zhuoxi to see.

"This is the portrait I drew of you. Do you like it?"

Zhao Zhuoxi only took a quick look and knew that it was an identical portrait.

"I like it, very much. I will also give you a painting on your birthday next year on September 9th."

As he spoke, Zhao Zhuoxi took the charcoal pencil from Jiang Jiu's hand, found a piece of drawing paper, and with just two simple strokes, he drew the outline of Jiang Jiu.

But when Zhao Zhuoxi was painting, he suddenly thought of something, changed his brush, and the next thing that appeared was the portrait of Yao Qin.

Suddenly, Jiang Jiu asked, "You called me Xiao Jiu just now?"

How did he know that she was born on September 9th, while the original owner Yao Qin was born at the beginning of the year.

Her name is very different from Yao Qin's, and Yao Qin's nickname is not Xiaojiu.

Just as I was thinking about it, Zhao Zhuoxi finished the painting.

He put the two people's portraits together and smiled: "Do you think they are a good match?"

Jiang Jiu's fair and tender face turned red.

"Yes, we are a good match, but why does Your Majesty have to choose me? It would be better if you were not the emperor."

It seems that Jiang Jiu is very dissatisfied with him being the emperor.

"You don't like me being the emperor, is it because the emperor needs to have three thousand beauties in the harem? But I said, it would be great if there was only you in the harem."

Jiang Jiu pursed his lips and said, "Those ministers will force you to marry many women."

Zhao Zhuoxi smiled and said, "Then replace them all."

Jiang Jiu was shocked: "Won't the emperor be restricted?"

Zhao Zhuoxi: "I became the emperor so that I could do whatever I wanted without restrictions. If those ministers want to constrain me according to the old rules, what is the point of me being the emperor?"

Jiang Jiu was a little confused: "You... are really different from others."

Zhao Zhuoxi smiled: "I became the emperor just to marry you, and no one dared to contradict me."

Jiang Jiu didn't expect that Zhao Zhuoxi actually liked her.

No, again...

Could it be that the original owner and he were running in two directions in the past?

After Zhao Zhuoxi put away the painting, he wrapped her small hand with his big palm.

The dry and warm big hands give people an inexplicable sense of security.

Jiang Jiu stared at the two people's holding hands. He didn't know what was going on, but his mind suddenly jumped and they started clasping their fingers tightly.

Looking up again, she saw Zhao Zhuoxi's deep and affectionate eyes.

Her mind suddenly went blank. She felt that this look was very familiar, so familiar that she could dream about it for countless nights.

"Xiao Jiu, are you cold? I'll go get you a cup of tea."

Jiang Jiu suddenly felt a headache, her vision went dark, and she fainted again.

Zhao Zhuoxi was completely panicked. He quickly stopped the troops and asked someone to invite Chu Yu over.

Fortunately, Chu Yu also wanted to go back to Sucheng and followed all the way.

Chu Yu got on the carriage, took Jiang Jiu's pulse, and saw Jiang Jiu's pale face.

She couldn't help but blame Zhao Zhuoxi.

"Your Majesty, I've told you that you can't let her recall the past all the time. Her soul is unstable and it will cause damage to her body. Even if she remembers her past with you, she won't live long."

Zhao Zhuoxi blamed himself deeply: "It's all my fault. I accidentally thought of the past."

"What now?"

Chu Yu gave Jiang Jiu a few injections and sighed, "Let's wait until she wakes up again."

But this time, Jiang Jiu spent longer and longer time awake.

Zhao Zhuoxi really had no choice but to have someone send Jiang Jiu to the palace first.

When she wakes up, she won't have to go to Nanli with them.

He felt sad when he thought that Jiang Jiu had forgotten him.

Jiang Jiu slept for a very long time this time, so long that when she woke up, her stomach growled with hunger and she felt like vomiting.

"What's going on? Didn't I follow His Majesty to the battle? Why am I still in the palace?"

Taohua and Yunshu looked at her worriedly.

"Princess, you have been unconscious for three days and three nights. You must be very hungry. Eat something first."

The last time I was unconscious, it was only two or three hours.

The longest one was one day and one night.

Zhao Zhuoxi always stood by and watched.

I didn't expect it to take so long this time.

She fell into a coma just after leaving the city and was then sent back.

But why did she remain unconscious for longer and longer periods of time?

"I'm so hungry, eat quickly."

Yun Shu brought the food in and informed the guards who had been on duty.

Here, Zhao Zhuoxi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just wake up."