For a whole day, Shui Muqing nested in the hall and did not leave for half a step. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The weak body was buried in front of the desk, and did not move at all.

The maids in the hall had already been sent down, and only Yi Ruo was the only one who stayed inside.

A huge piece of rice paper was spread on the desk, the thick ink was spread all over the piece, and Shui Muqing was holding a brush in his hand, drawing very carefully.

Yi Ruojing stood on the side, her eyes watching Shui Muqing's movements, her face calm.

What Shui Muqing painted is the furnishings of Ji'an Palace recorded in Ji'an Palace yesterday.

With one stroke at a time, Shui Muqing's brows are also extraordinarily calm, and the movements of the brush are fast, but there is no slackness.

But it took almost a day to draw most of the scenes.

Turning around and looking at the sky outside, Yi Ruo's steps took a step forward, looked at the painting drawn by Shui Muqing, and said softly: "I'll go later, don't worry, let's rest for a while." At the end of the words, Yi Ruo stretched out his hand, put away the tea that was already cold, and prepared to withdraw to replace it with a hot one.

Shui Muqing's eyes did not leave the brush in his hand, listening to Yi Ruo's words, he just shook his head slowly.

Yi Ruo's expression remained unchanged, but he didn't say anything, took the tea, and walked outside.

"One more hour will be fine." Shui Muqing spoke.

Yi Ruo turned around and stopped, turning his back to Shui Muqing: "Don't be so meticulous, I'll look for it then." ”

"I have marked the places that should be carefully searched, and the house is peculiarly built, and there should be a darkroom." Shui Muqing's head still didn't rise, his words were indifferent, and he spoke.

Yi Ruo's eyes looked out of the house, his eyes sank, he didn't speak, and walked outside.

It had only been half an hour since the figure left the house, and Yi Ruo's footsteps had already turned back sharply, and he almost trotted back into the house.

Before Shui Muqing looked up to see what was going on, she only saw Yi Ruo's movements moving quickly, first putting down the tea cup, and then snatching and folding the rice paper she was drawing, turning around and stuffing it into a book on the shelf, and then pulled out a blank piece of rice paper and put it on Shui Muqing's table, and said in a low voice: "The emperor is here." ”

Before Shui Muqing could fully react, he heard Yi Ruo's last sentence, the brush stopped in his hand for a long time and did not move, his heart trembled suddenly, and a drop of ink had already dripped heavily from the brush on the new rice paper.

In the next moment, the door had been pushed open.

The moment he opened the door, Shui Muqing had already retreated and stood three steps away from Shui Muqing's side, closing his eyes, as if he was dozing.

There was a moment of panic in Shui Muqing's eyes, but the moment he heard the door open, he calmed down suddenly, the brush was re-dipped in ink, and he began to draw on the new rice paper.

Mu Tiande was alone, pushing the door in.

As soon as he entered, it was a light fragrance wafting into his nose, and his eyebrows were raised heavily, and Mu Tiande's heart swelled with a trace of surprise. Sanshui Hall itself has come too many times, and the fragrance in this hall has always been very familiar to me, it should be a rich fragrance, but today, it is a light fragrance like jasmine.

Shui Muqing's hand was raised to cover his mouth and coughed twice, and then he frowned lightly and looked in the direction of the door, and suddenly, the brush in his hand was thrown down at once, Shui Muqing hurriedly got up, bypassed the desk, and knelt heavily in the direction of Mu Tiande.

"Concubine, I've seen the emperor."

It was also the moment the brush fell on the rice paper, Yi Ruo opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was frightened, and looked in front of him. Then he was particularly scared, followed Shui Muqing, and knelt down.

Mu Tiande's frowning brows stretched slightly, and his gaze fell on the woman kneeling in front of him.

The woman was dressed in light green clothes, the belt was loosely tied around her waist, covered with a dark green blouse, her long hair was scattered, only a low bun was tied, and as she knelt down, her long hair slipped down from her shoulders, covering her face, and she couldn't see Shui Muqing's expression at all.

The indifferent jasmine aroma spread around Mu Tiande, and for the first time, Mu Tiande sank his heart in this Sanshui Palace.

Without stopping, Mu Tiande walked to the desk and sat where Shui Muqing had sat before, and the voice of vicissitudes sounded: "Get up." ”

Hearing the sound, Shui Muqing's eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and then he looked a little difficult, stood up, raised his sleeves, covered his mouth and coughed lightly again, his steps did not stop, and he walked to the place next to the desk, stood quietly, and did not speak.

Yi Ruo followed Shui Muqing's movements and also stood up together, but the moment he got up, he bent down and saluted again: "The emperor atons for his sins!" If the slave and maid do not report it, the sin deserves death! Sin deserves death! ……”

Before Yi Ruo could continue, Mu Tiande's voice had already stopped what she was about to say: "What about the people in the Sanshui Palace? ”

Today's affairs are not dealt with tightly, Mu Tiande walked around this palace, inadvertently, but he arrived at the place of Sanshui Palace, since the incident of Shui Muqing hurting Princess Lizun, Mu Tiande almost came to Sanshui Palace again, and sighed a little in his heart, so he also entered the palace, wanting to see what the situation was.

But I didn't think about it, I entered the hall, but I didn't see anyone, until I entered the house, I saw Yi Ruo, who was still dozing off with a cold water.

Yi Ruo's head was lowered, and others couldn't see what kind of expression it was, but when he heard Mu Tiande's question, his body trembled.

Shui Muqing's afterglow caught a glimpse of Yi Ruo's movements, put down the sleeves that covered his face, and did not have the coquettish voice of the past, but a clear and light tone: "There is Yi Ruo by the concubine's side, and there are not so many people, so many people are sent away." When he spoke, Shui Muqing's eyes were always in a state of constriction.

Mu Tiande's eyes fell on the rice paper in front of him, listening to Shui Muqing's words in his ear, he picked up the brush that fell on the paper in his hand, gently wiped the hair, and asked softly: "Qing'er, what are you drawing?" ”

Unexpectedly, Mu Tiande didn't continue to ask, but asked other questions.

raised his hand and beckoned in the direction of Yi Ruo, Yi Ruo's afterglow saw it, and he understood it in his heart, so he quickly turned around and retreated.

Shui Muqing raised his head and raised a hint of indifferent smile, looking closely, he could see that there was a shallow resurfaced flattery in the smile: "The concubine moves the pen at will, and it can't be painted." ”

Mu Tiande's head was raised for a moment, he looked at Shui Muqing's quiet but bewitching face, and the corners of his mouth also evoked a meaningful smile, and the ink-stained pen fell on the rice paper: "Feel free to use the pen, of course, you can also become a painting." ”