(Go to the net.) A tall figure stood tall in the darkness outside the door, the night breeze blowing the brocade robe behind him and the hair between his sideburns, like a sculpture. Go to the net --.7-K--o-m. It's him, and I can't help but be stunned.

The naughty Yuan Lin restlessly poked her head out from behind me, looked at it curiously, and then cheered: "Uncle Emperor, Uncle Emperor!"

To be honest, Yuan Zhixun in military uniform looked more manly, his whole person looked extremely tired against the dirty face, the gold-inlaid armor on his body was also stained with a little blood, and the vermilion brocade robe behind him also broke a few holes. Test Text Watermark 3. It seems that he has just experienced a bloody battle.

"Uncle Emperor, are you here to see me to see my mother?" Yuan Lin didn't notice these abnormal situations, and still enthusiastically took Yuan Zhixun's rough hand and asked.

"Huh, second uncle, why didn't you bring a knife?" When Yuan Zhixun completely exposed himself to the sphere of influence of the candlelight, Yuan Lin saw something wrong, turned around and asked me curiously: "Mom, didn't you say that there would be someone with a knife to send us to see our mother?"

Faced with his simple question, I was speechless. Test Text Watermark 1. The stunned expression on Yuan Zhixun's face gradually receded, as if he understood, and a big hand rubbed back and forth on the top of Yuan Lin's head and said, "Don't be afraid, Lin'er, the second uncle will protect you and your mother." After saying that, he stared at me coldly, with a reproachful face.

"Your Majesty, don't you know what's going on here late at night?" his gaze made me feel uncomfortable. The city is at stake, and I can't think of any other issues between us.

"It's nothing, didn't I say it, I'll come and teach Lin'er to draw when I have time. Test Text Watermark 5. Yuan Zhixun bent down and showed a warm smile to Yuan Lin: "Lin'er, is it okay for the second uncle to teach you to draw tonight?"

"But—" Before I could say anything, I was interrupted by Yuan Lin's applause, and the two of them ignored me anymore and walked straight to the desk.

"Second uncle, what are you going to teach me to draw today?" Taking advantage of Yuan Zhixun's efforts to lay out the paper and study ink, Yuan Lin stepped on the stool on the side and asked curiously.

"Yes, what will I teach you to draw?" Yuan Lin's question made Yuan Zhixun slightly stunned, put the snow-white drawing paper in his hand and folded it back and forth, frowning and thinking. Test Text Watermark 5.

"Otherwise, the second uncle will teach you to draw figure painting today! Shall we draw your mother?" and the paintbrush in his hand pointed to my side as his brow suddenly loosened.

Yuan Lin naturally said yes in a loud voice, Yuan Zhixun looked at me who was standing aside, and smiled faintly: "Xiaoxiao, I wonder if the two of us can ask you to help us with this?"

I will never forget the subsequent scene, on this night full of fear and death, Yuan Zhixun did not make the last resistance to his stormy Jiangshan Sheji, but picked up the paintbrush with an ignorant child in this room with great interest. Test Text Watermark 6.

"Lin'er, you have to remember that if you want to draw a good painting, you must first carefully observe with your eyes and grasp the mental state of the other person's heart, so that people can know what the character in the painting is thinking and what his mood is. If the painting is similar in appearance, it is not a good product. Test Text Watermark 2. ”

Although the other party was just a child, Yuan Zhixun did not mean to slack off at all, and explained meticulously word by word, Yuan Lin nodded while listening, as if he could understand it completely.

"Okay, don't talk too much, second uncle will draw one for you!" Yuan Zhixun said as he picked out a slender pen from the pen stand next to the table, dipped it in some ink, and began to sway it on the paper.

The roar of the fierce battle came faintly through the cracks in the doors and windows, and I was secretly anxious, not knowing what the battle was going on outside. Test Text Watermark 2. In the past, I must have hoped that Zhize would become the ultimate victor, but at this time, why, how could my heart be full of contradictions?

I glanced at Yuan Zhixun with apprehension, he was waving the brush in his hand wholeheartedly, his eyes were full of concentration, even if he looked at me, there would be no charm at all, as if he had completely immersed himself in the world of calligraphy and painting. What was he thinking? It's all up to this, what is his plan? As time went on, the doubts that had accumulated in my mind made me feel more and more irritable. Test Text Watermark 1.

"The city is broken, the outer city is lost..."At this moment, a noisy and panicked shout came from outside, and I was startled, and immediately stood up unconsciously, as if looking out. When I woke up, I realized that the two of them were looking at me, but their expressions were distinct at the moment.

"Second uncle, what's going on outside..."Yuan Lin seemed to smell something strange, and looked at Yuan Zhixun, whose face was as white as paper in an instant, and asked cautiously.

"No... It's nothing. Test Text Watermark 1. Let's keep drawing. It took a while for Yuan Zhixun to calm down his emotions again, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him, smiled at Yuan Lin, and continued to paint his paintings.

It turned out that he would also be worried, but the change in Yuan Zhixun's expression just now did not escape my eyes at all, I still sat on the chair honestly, maintaining the same sitting posture, but I could clearly feel that the ground under my feet was trembling slightly.

"It's done!" I don't know how long it took, Yuan Zhixun finally put down the brush in his hand, unfolded the drawing paper in front of him, and carefully blew on the ink that had not dried. Test Text Watermark 4. And at this time, the outside has already become a mess.

"It's good-looking, it's good-looking, the second uncle's painting is really good!" Yuan Zhixun handed the drawing paper to Yuan Lin with satisfaction, which won Yuan Lin's cheers.

"Your Majesty, you..." Maintaining a sitting position for a long time made my legs slightly numb, and I couldn't stand a little unsteady when I walked. Anyway, he also lost the country for me, and Yuan Zhixun is not bad, which really makes me feel a little unhappy.

"Don't say it, I know what you're trying to say. Yuan Zhixun didn't look back, but he seemed to have insight into what I wanted to ask him at the moment. "Look, did I draw a picture?" said he pointed the paper to the side of the candlestick and showed it to me.

On the paper, a young woman sits upright in a chair, her face outstanding, as if she had something on her mind, her brows furrowed, her eyes full of uneasiness, and her hands uneasily entangled in front of her.

"Painting the real image is like looking in a mirror. "I looked at this self on the paper carefully, and suddenly felt sad for Yuan Zhixun in my heart, if he was not the emperor who lived in the temple, but a painter far away from the rivers and lakes, how good it would be!

"I don't know what you like, you don't like so many things that I gave you, and now it seems that maybe this painting is the best thing I can give you, give it to you, as a souvenir." Yuan Zhixun said, handing the painting to me with both hands.

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