Especially in that time and space, Feng Yin's work was tiring, but she could realize her own value through it, which felt particularly meaningful.

Comparing it, now, she has two great abilities, both of which have to be hidden and dare not show them easily.

Even if you do the simplest business, you have to rely on the power of others, which makes you feel so frustrated.

At this moment, she suddenly saw the name of her country from the sacred paintings drawn by Zhang Yiming. How could she not be excited?

Zhang Yiming saw her excitement at the moment, reached out and patted her shoulder, and gently encouraged, "It's okay, you can pick it up and see."

"If it is broken, I can draw another one."

His encouragement gave Feng Yin infinite power.

She took a deep breath, leaned forward, kissed the man on the face, and quickly retreated: "Thank you!"

Zhang Yiming stroked the place she kissed, and the corners of his lips curled up a pleasant curve.

But he said, "Hey, you actually attacked."

Feng Yin gave him a grimace, withdrew his gaze and carefully picked up the painting, approached the light and admired it carefully.

I have to say that men are worthy of being a famous modern Chinese painting master, and the paintings in their hands are so exquisite!

She looked at the paintings over and over again many times, and was surprised to find that those words actually cover different calligraphy.

There are elegant and lively ones, some are unrestrained ones, some are grand and solemn.

The more Feng Yin appreciates, the more she loves her.

She carefully put the painting away and looked at Zhang Yiming excitedly and expectantly: "I...I like this painting, I want to collect it myself."

Zhang Yiming rubbed her head: "Be good, if you like it, you will draw a better one for you in the future."

Feng Yin pouted: "But I just like this."

"But what should I do? I have washed the pen and ink just now."

Zhang Yiming was not unwilling to let her collect this painting, but in his opinion, this painting was not his pinnacle work and had little value for collection.

Since it was what she wanted, he hoped it was the best.

Feng Yin pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time before asking, "When will you draw a special painting for me?"

"I want to be exactly the same as this one."

Zhang Yiming: "When I come back from Fucheng, I will draw you when I am in the best condition, okay?"

After receiving this answer, Feng Yin finally smiled with satisfaction: "Then I'm waiting."

Seeing that she finally let go, Zhang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll get up early tomorrow. Let's clean up and rest."

"Um."

Feng Yin agreed and looked at the painting and asked, "Where is this?"

Zhang Yiming: "I think someone will come in tonight and take it away, so I will put it in this cabinet."

His words made Feng Yin look out the door instinctively, then look at the intact window paper, and ask suspiciously: "Why do you say that?"

Zhang Yiming helped her lie down, and he also took the opportunity to sleep beside her, reaching out to hold her in his arms.

Then he said, "Don't you think their skills are beyond our reach?"

Feng Yin: "..." It's true.

Tonight, Ruoyingyi did not appear in front of them, and they had no idea that anyone would follow him.

Thinking of this, she was shocked and wanted to turn over and look around.

But he was hugged by Zhang Yiming and did not turn around at all.

The man's soft voice came from his ears: "Don't look, if they don't want us to discover it, you can't see it."

"What if they can't figure out the anti-counterfeiting secret notes you painted?"

Feng Yin lay down with peace of mind, but still couldn't help but worry, "Those people will need it tomorrow."
Chapter completed!