I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"So……"

She got up, walked around the table, and sat down opposite him.

"Want a hug, Ah Xi?"

"..."

The painter put his arm around the dragon's shoulder and hugged him tightly.

"If you feel wronged, you can talk to your husband. Although he can't stand up for you, he can help you vent your anger."

"..."

Feeling the trembling in his arms, the painter gently patted his head, feeling even more annoyed with the real person.

I wonder what stupid thing that stubborn person did this time to hurt the little guy to this extent.

"How is it, Ah Xi? How's the gentleman's chest?"

The artist wanted to say something to ease his emotions.

"Isn't it comfortable and warm? Doesn't it give you a strong sense of security?"

After all, she was quite confident in her own magnanimity.

"Thank you, sir..."

As a muffled thank you rang out, the artist's smile became even more pronounced.

“No matter what, the master is here. Ah Xi, please come to me. The master will do anything for Ah Xi.”

"gentlemen……"

If... this were true, how wonderful would that be?

As Bai Zhou looked up, about to say thank you, his eyes swept over a certain spot, and he suddenly froze, his thanks turning into an apology.

"It's nothing, it's just wet."

"Besides, these are Ah Xi's tears, not some dirty thing. How could I blame Ah Xi? On the contrary, I'm happy that Ah Xi is so close to me."

The artist flicked the fabric at his chest, showing no disgust whatsoever, but rather a look of delight.

"..."

Seeing the artist in this state, Zhenlong felt relieved and instead revealed a slight smile.

“That’s more like it, that’s the Ah Xi I know.”

The painter raised his arms, cupped his face in his hands, and praised him.

"gentlemen?"

The touch on the lips was fleeting, leaving the dragon somewhat bewildered by the sudden attack.

"Pfft~"

Seeing his expression, the painter covered his mouth and chuckled.

"We've kissed so many times, how come you still act like a little boy? If you keep this up, you'll never grow into a real man."

"And also."

She raised her right hand and extended a finger to touch Bai Zhou's lower lip.

"This is my first time, sir. I've never done this before, but Ah Xi... Hmm, so cute."

"the first time……"

Bai Zhou was stunned.

"What's wrong? Ah Xi, did I say something wrong?"

Hearing the call, the dragon snapped out of its daze and shook its head.

"I will take full responsibility."

"Um... in charge of something..."

The artist sighed with a hint of melancholy.

The idea of ​​being responsible was just wishful thinking on his part.

After he leaves, everything in the painting will reset. No matter how happy she is chatting here, she won't remember any of it after he leaves.

"With Ah Xi's words, I am satisfied."

"..."

Looking at the painting on the table, Bai Zhou raised his hand and touched his lips.

"Your Highness, may you enjoy your day."

His elder brother was having morning tea when his sudden visit during the day surprised him greatly.

After all, Bai Zhou really doesn't come to him unless he has something important to ask for help. This little guy basically won't come looking for him unless he needs his help with something.

"Does the gentleman know the art of distraction?"

Bai Zhou sat opposite him and skillfully poured himself a cup of tea.

"The technique of distraction?"

The elder brother frowned slightly, then asked in return:

"Among the magical arts I am familiar with, there is indeed such a method. But I wonder what Your Highness intends to do with this magical art?"

After saying that, the elder brother added:

"If Your Highness does not agree, I will not say any more. I will give this technique to Your Highness myself."

There is nothing that cannot be said.

He took a sip of tea during the day and then ate a crisp jujube.

"As you know, sir, I have a large collection of paintings here."

The elder brother closed his eyes slightly and did not reply, but simply picked up his cup and drank his tea.

"These paintings are beautiful, but each time the scroll is unrolled, you have to start from the beginning and look at each one. It's quite tedious to do this repeatedly. But the paintings need someone to look at them in order to keep them looking the same."

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. I will write down the spell and give it to you."

The elder brother got up and left. Bai Zhou nodded slightly in response, then silently drank his tea and ate some dates.

Returning to the Sixteenth Chapter: The False Truth (Part 2)

"Do you really think Ah Xi only came to ask for this magic because he wanted to see the painting?"

The immortal on his sword leaned against the doorframe, talking to his brother who had just returned from seeing Bai Zhou off.

“When Ah Xi said that, I, as his subject, simply believed him.”

The elder brother, with his hands behind his back, gazed in the direction where the daylight had departed and chuckled softly.

“If we all understand this, how could Ah Xi not know that we don’t?”

"But sometimes, a subject has to be a bit muddleheaded."

"Besides, I'm not the only one who knows this kind of magic. If Ah Xi can't find it here, he'll definitely go to her next."

"Writing?"

The immortal who was riding a sword was quite surprised.

"It's no use asking her about the National Day holiday."

"This is Ah Xi's business, what does it have to do with Eleven?"

The elder brother had a look on his face that said the child was hopeless.

"Let me ask you, if Ah Xi asked you, would you not help him?"

"It depends."

That's what they say, but judging from the immortal's appearance, if such a thing really happened, he would probably just draw his sword and charge in.

"Hmm. So, what's the conflict between the fact that the writer dislikes Eleven and that she helps Ah Xi?"

Having said that, the elder brother stopped chatting with the immortal and went inside to drink tea.

"...Just don't go too far."

The immortal who wielded a sword truly could not understand his elder brother's behavior of dancing on swords.

On the one hand, she goes to great lengths to help him, and on the other hand, she secretly tries to take advantage of him.

"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."

He picked up a date and popped it into his mouth, savoring its hidden sweetness. His face was relaxed, without a trace of worry.

"Let us not forget that we were once of one mind and one heart."

"...You bastard."

The immortal who rode the sword departed.

"Sir, please make sure you wear it properly. That way, when I come again next time, you won't forget what happened between us."

He handed the ink scale ornament, engraved with magical techniques, to the painter and instructed her on how to wear it to bring out its effects.

"Yes. I will keep it close to my body."

The artist wore it on his wrist, opposite the purple beaded necklace.

"But Ah Xi, don't keep me waiting too long."

The artist stared at the true dragon's blue eyes, its pale blue tail trembling slightly, drawing his attention.

“In the past, I could stay in the painting by myself for as long as I wanted. But now… without Ah Xi by my side, every single second makes me restless and anxious.”

"...I will visit you often, sir."

I can't guarantee I'll come every day during the day, but I can try my best to come often to talk to her and dispel some of her loneliness.

"Ah."