"Mu Jiu's skills have been on the rise recently. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Dusk Yang took a moon-white brocade handkerchief and took a closer look, and a white pear flower on the handkerchief was embroidered vividly.

Mu Jiu grinned a little shyly: "That's a good pattern." It was the first time I had embroidered such a good pattern, and I was worried for a long time, for fear that my poor skills would ruin it. ”

"You don't need to be modest! Next time, if you have the opportunity to get other patterns, I will embroider it for you. ”

"Thank you, Master!" Mu Jiu clapped his hands happily.

Twilight looked at the moon-white brocade, her eyes flashed, and she chuckled.

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"What do you want me to draw this time?" In front of the table, Qianxing stood tall and jade, and was wielding ink with a pen.

"Weapons. Twilight looked down at his handwriting. Not to mention, the eldest prince of Qian not only does a good job in Danqing, but also the words are chic and handsome, which is comparable to the author's own elegance.

"What weapon?"

"A weapon that you all say you have never seen in the old rivers and lakes!"

Qianxing paused, looked up at him, and felt a little clear in his heart.

"I described it verbally, and I bothered my little uncle to write it. With that, Twilight took off another brush from the pen holder and handed it to Qianxing.

Qianxing saw that the moon-white brocade she was holding in her hand revealed half of the white pear blossom, and smiled: "Okay." ”

About an hour later, Twilight looked at the painting in his hand, quite satisfied, leaning slightly, but frowning again.

Qianxing asked her, "Isn't the painting appropriate?"

She shook her head: "I think it's about the same, eight or nine is not far from ten." He raised his head suddenly and asked Qianxing, "I don't know how the portrait of the little uncle is?" The dark eyes are like black jade glass, with a shallow smile, and a seven-point calculation, with a shrewd and cunning appearance.

"You'll find out if you try it. Qianxing placed the brush in the clear water, and the ink spread with the water halo. He lowered his head, his lips pursed, and there were faint traces of upward movement.

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On the other side, Xing Yan and Qing Yuan waited for a long time to see no movement in the Moon Fan Workshop, and when they were hopeless, Hatsune took advantage of the night to find the door.

Compared with the daytime, Hualiu Lane is more magnificent after nightfall, and there is a drunken atmosphere everywhere. Qingyuan has lived in the Moon Fan Workshop for a while, and he is quite familiar with it. It was the first time for Xing Yan to walk into the south hall where the warblers and swallows and silk and bamboo were noisy at night, and he felt very unaccustomed. Because they were dressed in ordinary civilian clothes, the sons were more addicted to wine-colored incense lamps, but no one noticed them.

Stepping on the long verandah, step by step towards the twilight house, the hustle and bustle gradually faded away, and finally disappeared into the night. The inner court of the front hall is like two worlds.

Hatsune took them to the Kuqu Bridge and left. The brother and sister took advantage of the moonlight to see a man and a woman in the water pavilion from a distance.

"Senior brother, will we disturb people in the past?"

Xing Yan glanced at her, but there was a trace of hesitation in her heart. And just when he hesitated, Qingyuan had already abandoned him and swaggered onto the Jiuqu Bridge. Xing Yan couldn't help but be speechless.

"You two are so Yaxing. Kiyohara was joking, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all when he bumped into someone else's lamp painting a beauty. Xing Yan then entered the pavilion, coughed lightly, and looked up to see the purple shirt of the twilight leaning against the railing, looking at the silent lake, the cool night breeze blowing her sideburns, and the arrival of their brother and sister was unheard.

Qingyuan leaned closer to Qianxing, and couldn't help but be amazed. After a while, Qianxing finished the ink and said "Okay" softly, and then lowered his head to wash the ink.

Qingyuan carefully picked up the sketch, and was amazed, just about to call his senior brother to come over and enjoy it together, but the painting in his hand was pulled away and another piece of drawing paper was stuffed in.

"Look serious. Twilight looked at her portrait and took it aside to dry.

Qing Yuan rolled his eyes, unfolded the drawing paper in his hand, and choked people unceremoniously: "Danqing who dares to love the owner of the workshop is not serious." ”

Holding the fingers of the pen, Qianxing looked at Twilight with some amusement, only to see Twilight's choked expression, and couldn't help laughing.

"You're still laughing!" Twilight glared at him. Qianxing shook his head with a smile.

"This—" The brother and sister, who had already unfolded the drawing paper, were taken aback. Immediately sit down, spread the drawing paper on the stone table, and study it carefully.

Twilight spoke at the right time: "This thing is as thin as silk, but in fact it is made of interlocking pieces of silk, and it is covered with dense and retractable rotating barbs, the texture is flexible, light and flexible, and more importantly - it sharpens iron like clay!"

Under the shadow of the lamp, Xing Yan's face was a little inexplicable. Qing Yuan's face was flushed with excitement, and he pointed to the drawing paper and said, "It's it! It must be it! What kind of weapon is this?"

"Xuan, silk, winding. Twilight sat down and read out word by word, and Xing Yan, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly stiffened. Dusk Yang pretended not to pay attention, and continued to explain to Qing Yuan, "This is the proud work of the Jiang family of Wanren Mountain Villa decades ago, it was a powerful martial arts, and it can be said to be the treasure of the Jiang family!"

There was a sudden silence in the pavilion.

Qingyuan's mind was in a mess, looking at his senior brother and then at Twilight, there were too many doubts and he didn't know how to ask. After struggling for a long time, she still picked the one she was most interested in asking: "Since it is so famous, why has no one ever talked about it in the rivers and lakes?"

"It's the first time I've heard of it. "A thousand lines of people who drooped their eyes and washed ink on the side answered.

Twilight chuckled, "That's because you're in the rivers and lakes eighteen years later." ”

"Huh?" Kiyohara was even more confused.

"Xuansi seeks the master, and shocks the rivers and lakes. Even if it disappeared with its owner for eighteen years, once it was mentioned, it was still impressive. ”

"Who is its owner. "Kiyohara is a little impatient.

"Eighteen years ago, the first beauty of martial arts, the pearl of the Jiang family in Wanren Villa - Jiang, Barley, Ran!"

"Oh, tell me about it, tell me about it, what the hell is going on?" Qing Yuan was very interested, and urged, "Eighteen years ago, was Jiang Yiran the daughter of the old owner? Why have I never heard of such a celebrity in the history of the Jiang family?"

Twilight glanced at Qianxing on the side, and Qianxing also looked at her tacitly.

The two looked at each other, Qianxing spread out the new drawing paper, and listened to Twilight say, "Today I will be a storyteller and tell you a story from eighteen years ago." It's a story that most storytellers don't know or know and don't dare to tell. ”

Twilight slowly paced to the edge of the railing, looking up at the moon, the lantern on the corner of the pavilion casting a circle of light and shadow on her face. In the night, her faint voice came quietly.

"The women of Wanren Villa are all beautiful and arrogant, especially Jiang Yiran. Her beauty - bewitching, bloodthirsty and terrifying. Eighteen years ago, she was the first beauty in martial arts, but no one cared about her eighteen years later. Her past, her existence, was completely sealed and erased by that killing. Who still remembers the time when the moon was as cold as frost, jackdaws fluttered, and three days of heavy rain failed to wash away the blood-stained lake and embankment?"