If a tiger does not show his might, everyone takes him as a cat?... Fine, this is exactly why she is still forbearing till now. The two brothers who are surnamed Mo are still observing. She doesn't want to die too early, too unsightly.

"I'm not good, you know, this meimei's mouth, when I open it, my words, many of my words would offend someone without even knowing it, so if..."

"En, it's quite annoying." Qu Tan'er nodded and gave her a positive answer.

However, after the words of Qu Tan'er were finished, Yun's face turned blue then green.

"Your face is not good, are you uncomfortable? Do you want to ask the doctor to come over and look at you?" Qu Tan'er looked at her with a worried look, just as if she was afraid that she could not breathe and collapse.

"w.a.n.g fei is joking, how can I feel uncomfortable?" Yun Youlian smiled, her eyes swept toward Qu Tan'er, flas.h.i.+ng with hate.

"w.a.n.g Ye, your ink probably has already been ground enough." Qu Tan'er glanced at the painting that Mo Liancheng was about to finish. She said faintly, at first she didn't pay much attention to what his painting was, but now looking at it carefully, the scenery in Mo Liancheng's painting is so d.a.m.n familiar, looks like... Ya, it is the main hall of her snow courtyard.

She was dizzy and depressed for some time now, while unexpectedly he is sitting here so concentrating on painting a perfect picture of her courtyard.

Just... if she continues grinding once again, she really fears a certain concubine's sight would shoot her dead.

A woman glaring at a woman, it is already fierce enough, yet here the glaring woman also has a very fierce character.

"Grind it." Mo Liancheng faintly returned, still painting casually.

"It's better if this concubine grinds the ink for w.a.n.g Ye." Yun Youlian smiled, she looked at Mo Liancheng, he was still painting and did not reply, seeing that she immediately rushed toward Qu Tan'er.

"Thank ..." Qu Tan'er wanted to say thank you, and then generously give up her position. However, before she managed to even finish her words, Yun Youlian hurriedly came over, while not saying anything, she tried to forcefully grab the ink stick in her hand.

If this can be tolerated, what cannot?

(idiom meaning enough is enough)

Even if Yun Youlian doesn't have a good temper, she should still at least pretend or try to be more gentle in her movements, it's not like she's dying to hold the ink stick.

Unfortunately...

"No need, I can do it myself." As a result, Qu Tan'er wanted to let go, but after seeing Yun Youlian's aggressive actions she was uncomfortable. Instead of releasing she held the ink stick tighter. She did not stop grinding the ink, and her action became even more careful.

"No trouble, anyway, I am also used to serving w.a.n.g Ye, and this is also the same, w.a.n.g fei, you let go, meimei can come." Yun Youlian, while glaring, she stretched out her hand to grab the ink sticks trying a little harder...

On the other hand, Mo Liancheng was still busy painting, acting as if he did not notice the two women who were about to fight. Keeping all his concentration on his drawing. Just occasionally, he would put the brush on the grinding table to dab it with ink, then continue to paint.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the study became a bit strange.

On one side, a fierce compet.i.tion was happening while a painting was hardly distracted. On the other side, Mo Jingxuan and Jing Xin, both of them stared at this scene, silent.

"Cough, that, what is your name?"

"Replying to 14th w.a.n.g ye, the slave is called Jing Xin."

"Then, Jing Xin, shouldn't you go ahead and help your home master?" Mo Jingxuan twitched his lips and looked at Jing Xin with a weird look.

"The slave is powerless, but why does the 14th w.a.n.g ye not help w.a.n.g ye to say something regarding this situation?"

"Cough, in fact, ben w.a.n.g is also powerless."

Then, the two were silent again.