Lan Ling saw that Lan Ruo was a little unhappy, and said, "I can't get out anyway, or I'll take you around the Wuhua True Palace." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Lan Ruo nodded, what else could he do? Alas, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, so let it be.

Lan Ling asked, "Then where do you want to go?" ”

Lan Ruo said casually: "Go and see, what beautiful scenery is there, right...... Can you help me find a charcoal pen and a few blank sheets of paper? ”

"Well, yes, but ...... What do you want charcoal and blank paper for? Lan Ling asked suspiciously.

A beautiful face flashed in front of Lan Ruo's eyes, and he smiled slightly: "Draw the scenery of the Lan family and show her, this is my agreement with a person under the stars a long time ago." ”

"Oh?" Lan Ling smiled thoughtfully.

Lan Ruo and Lan Ling turned left and right through several corridors, the scenery suddenly opened, you can see the Qiongtai Jade Pavilion in the distance, the hand-copying verandah is staggered, the side hall of the main palace is magnificent, dark blue, vermilion, pitch black three colors are distinct, the flying buildings on both sides are inserted into the air, the eaves are pecked high, the carved embroidered thresholds are all hidden between the mountain cols and trees, at a glance, you can't see the head!

Only then did Lan Ruo understand how huge this Fog Hua True Palace was, this scale was simply comparable to a city!

Lan Ruo sat on the white jade platform, holding a thin charcoal pen in his hand and scribbling on the white paper at will, with a wonderful rhythm and charm.

Lan Ling sat against Lan Ruo, looked at the blank paper intently, and muttered, "I really didn't worship the wrong teacher, cousin, you are really amazing." ”

The charcoal pen in Lan Ruo's hand is made of wicker firing, which is moderately soft and hard, and it is quite easy to use.

Lan Ruo's charcoal pen was just a few random strokes on the paper, and the outlines of the Zhuyin Qin Pavilion and the Gongque Corner Tower in the distance were outlined, and as the pen end moved, various details were constantly enriched, and the beautiful buildings were vividly displayed on the paper.

Lan Ruo is very talented in the way of painting, when he was in the Imperial Soul Academy, the weapon configuration he drew when he was studying weapon construction in the Imperial Soul Academy was once circulated by the whole class, and even Aoki Yu saw Lan Ruo's painting talent and wanted to accept him as an apprentice, but Lan Ruo refused because of his busy official duties.

Lan Ruo's painting technique is what he is best at, the combination of black, white and gray colors, highlights, gray, shadows, and the boundary between light and dark, Lan Ruo has mastered it just right.

"Master, master, teach me, what kind of painting is this? The adults only taught me to draw ink with a brush, and the painting is not as realistic as yours at all! Lan Ling pulled Lan Ruo's arm and begged.

Lan Ruo smiled, knowing that this cousin would only call him "master" so sweetly when he wanted to learn something from himself, Lan Ruo said seriously: "Sketching is the art of 'reproduction', and ink painting is the art of 'expression', there is no difference between the two, if you want me to say, the 'charm' and 'realm' outlined by ink painting dot dyeing feel more valuable than sketching, I have also studied the culture of the East, the meaning, knowledge, and spirit are complete, poetry, calligraphy, and painting are integrated, poetry is the meaning of painting, and book is the bone of painting, this system is very mature." You should be proud of your ink paintings. ”

Lan Ling nodded as if she didn't understand, and then said, "Okay then, but I still want to learn your sketches." ”

Lan Ruo bowed his head and said, "Okay, I'll teach you as I go." ”

The two walked for a long, long time, and the people they saw on the road were only some attendants with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, wearing pure white robes, and they had not seen other Lan family members, they were tired and sat on the ground, thirsty and hungry, so they asked the attendants to fetch some unheard of exotic fruits and colorful exquisite pastries, it was getting late, and they couldn't finish a quarter of the Wuhua True Palace.

"The view of this foggy real palace...... I feel that most of them are somewhat similar, and after watching it for a long time, I am really a little aesthetically tired. Lan Ruo smiled bitterly, although the scenery of the Wuhua True Palace was exquisite and moving, it was indeed a bit the same.

Lan Ling's bright eyes blinked a few times, and she said a little mysteriously: "Cousin, I'll take you to a good place, but keep it secret, the adults in this place won't let us go." ”

Lan Ruo asked with some curiosity, "Where is it?" ”

"The Rose Garden."

……

"Squeak-"

Push open the rusty classical wrought iron gate, and a garden of roses will rush in like a tide!

Unrestrained burgundy, tranquil pale yellow, pure snow white, enchanting deep purple, clusters of roses nestled into a sea of flowers, like in full swing, like weaving cloud brocade, charming eyes.

There are many petals of roses, tightly packed together, layered on top of each other, staggered, and the pale yellow stamens are extremely delicate.

The breeze blows lightly, and the garden is overflowing with the fragrance of roses, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, and they want to make people linger for a lifetime.

The rose is the national flower of the country of silver rain, and there are poems and clouds: fragrant clouds fall on the clothes, leaving fragrance in January.

This poem is really good.

Unfortunately, it was evening, and the sky was covered with heavy gray clouds, and the scenery in the whole rose garden was a little dark, which made the roses lose a lot of color.

"The Lan family really has a rose garden...... Lan Ruo sighed, he once casually said to Qing Zijin that the Lan family has a beautiful back garden, and the garden is full of roses, but he didn't expect it to come true.

A silver raindrop fell, dripping on Lan Ruo's forehead, and then, the endless drizzle fell, and Lan Ling held up a black umbrella to cover the two of them.

Lan Ruo took out a charcoal pen and white paper, skillfully began to describe the scenery in front of him, and after a while, a picture of a falling rain rose appeared.

Lan Ling smiled and said, "It's so beautiful, let's go, it's not early." ”

Lan Ruo didn't want to leave for some reason, not because of the beauty of the Rose Garden, but because of something else...... Here, it seems, something is holding him back.

Lan Ruo put the drawing paper into the sleeve of his robe and walked towards the depths of the rose garden.

Lan Ruo walked in the rose flower path, as if he was looking for something, but in fact, he didn't know what he was looking for.

Lan Ling said with some doubts: "Cousin, what are you doing?" This rose garden is really big, and I'm not familiar with it, so be careful to get lost. ”

Lan Ruo didn't answer, just walked, and the roses on both sides of the narrow road formed two walls of frost and snow, and the path seemed very deep and secluded.

Suddenly, Lan Ruo stopped, looked sideways at the dense rose bushes on the side, rolled up his sleeves, and put his hands into the rose bushes, Lan Ling exclaimed: "Cousin, be careful of the thorns." ”

Although Lan Ruo's body was extremely strong, it was still scratched by countless rose thorns, and there were faint traces of blood oozing, but Lan Ruo was unmoved, and forcefully separated the rose bushes and walked inside, and after a while, Lan Ruo was forced to separate a passage in the rose bushes.

Lan Ling's pupils shrank, her eyes widened, and she said in surprise: "This is ......"

Through this narrow passage, Lan Ling vaguely saw that there was a small hole in the ground deep in the rose bush, which was a cellar?

Lan Ling took a deep breath, she had secretly been to the rose garden several times, but she didn't find the hole under the rose once, but ...... How did this cousin, who had never been to the Lan family, find out?

Lan Ling looked at Lan Ruo, but saw that Lan Ruo herself was also at a loss.

Lan Ruo really didn't know why he had found this cave accurately, but there was a strong feeling guiding him, as if there was an incomparably strong silk thread in the underworld that connected him to this dark and secluded cave.

"Cousin, do you want to go in?" Lan Ling felt that her throat was inexplicably dry.

"Hmm." As soon as Lan Ruo finished agreeing, he had already stepped over the rose bush and walked towards the crypt.

Lan Ling felt a little disgusted with the dark crypt for some reason, but she still followed Lan Ruo over.