113 painter Zhang Qingqing

I don't know what kind of wood this pillar is, it's cold, like lying on ice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoWithin a few minutes, I felt that my hands and feet began to be a little numb, and I didn't dare to delay, and I turned over and stood on the beam. Looking down from here, a momentum of pointing out the country suddenly rose in my heart, because the pictures below are hanging, like a piece of rivers and mountains, and the paintings on it are all the lives of various dynasties and generations, and there is a feeling that time and space are under control.

"Chopin, I didn't expect you to climb the pillar so neatly. When you were a child, you were chased by the village dogs several times, and each time you climbed a tree to escape. If you get bigger, you won't become the old king next door, climbing the pillars of other people's houses every day, right? Yaozi covered her mouth and snickered underneath, I knew that the way I climbed the pillar was very obscene, a bit like a royal bastard.

But what can be done about this, if it weren't for her, Lao Tzu wouldn't have bothered to spend so much effort. I walked towards my goal, and the scroll, which was no more than two meters wide and two meters wide, was right in front of me. Looking down before, the woman above was lying on the bed with a lazy and charming posture, but from the top it can be seen that this woman is actually more charming and moving, if this woman is a big living person, put it in Dongguan, it is guaranteed that even the police who came to seize it can not extricate themselves.

I looked, and the woman seemed to wink at me. I was stunned for a moment, could this painting be alive? I quickly shook my head, and looked again, the woman was still lying flat on the bed, her body was half-naked, her shoulders were exposed, her oval face, her small lips, and the hair on her head were described with a paintbrush so soft that she spread out casually to the side, and a pair of big eyes occupied a third of her face. These eyes are actually drawn like girls in Japanese anime, in which black and white are intertwined, full of moist luster, which makes people fall in love from the bottom of their hearts at a glance.

Such a beautiful woman seems to just live in the painting. If there really is such a beautiful woman, at least it can be regarded as a role that captivates the country and the city. In ancient times, this kind of woman was generally crowned with a red face and trouble, and in the end it was inevitable that she would be included in the harem by the emperor, and finally lose her country.

I don't know why, the first time I saw this picture of the woman, I thought so much at once, as if this woman's life had been slowly unfolded in front of my eyes. But this is obviously just a painting, and it can achieve such an impact.

"Hey, what are you still in a daze? Hurry up, didn't you say you were going to help me rip her off? You've been standing there for five or six minutes, and you've fallen into the devil's seat? Yaozi's voice came from below, and I came back to my senses at once. I was already standing on one foot on the beam, and one foot was floating in the air, and if Yaozi had not spoken at this time, and I had begun to take a step, I would have fallen from this beam with my head down.

This beam is ten meters high, and if you hit the ground first, it is a dead word. Thinking of this, a chill suddenly rose all over his body, and then he looked at the scroll not far away, and a wave of fear rose in his heart. This painting actually has the ability to kill, I no longer dare to stare at the woman in the painting, turned back to Yaozi and showed a smile to say that I was fine, and then lowered my head to look at my feet, and slowly walked towards the female painting.

After walking two beams, I finally stood next to this scroll. I looked down, and the woman's pair of chiluo jade feet were placed in front of me, looking lifelike, and people couldn't help but pull over and stroke them. And a line of small black letters is also next to this foot, which is small, but compared to the person in the painting. In fact, each of these words is bigger than a fist, and the strokes on it are staggered, horizontal and vertical, and the heart of the person who writes is extremely soft, without the slightest sharp feeling revealed.

These words are all written in seal: painter Zhang Qingqing!

I was stunned for a moment, because where did I seem to have heard the three words of Zhang Qingqing? I just stood there and thought motionlessly, what were the Chinese textbooks in elementary school? No. History textbooks in middle school? Nor ......

All of a sudden, I had a weird fat man in a white robe in my mind. He looked up to the sky and laughed, and shouted a sentence arrogantly and domineeringly: Hahaha...... Zhang Qingqing...... You're done......

Isn't this exactly what the fat man outside said lastly? It turned out that it was this Zhang Qingqing who imprisoned and suppressed him, and painted such a moving picture. I looked around, there were four corners tied to the beams with black ropes, and I took out my dagger and cut off the two nearest corners. At the moment of cutting, the scroll rushed down like a waterfall. The woman above trembled because of the silk, and her figure suddenly became graceful and full, and the person who watched it was ****, as if she was really about to come out of the painting.

"Wow...... It's beautiful! Yaozi's voice came from below. I quickly retracted my lustful mood and lowered my head and didn't dare to look at the painting on the other side. At this moment, the scroll is standing opposite me like a real person, and its feet are suspended like fairies. This woman is so charming in painting, how terrifying this Qingqing's painting must be.

I thought about it, and finally walked to the other side and cut the strings again. The scroll suddenly floated downward, and Yaozi froze in place as if she had been demonized, and suddenly sneered.

"Hey...... Hey, hey, hey......" Her body began to twitch, and then she crouched on the ground, and began to shove the scroll into her mouth.

"Yaozi, you can't eat it." I yelled, but it didn't work. Yaozi not only did not stop, but glanced at me obliquely, and continued to chew on the scroll made of silk or something.

I anxiously stomped my feet in place, and a cloud of dust fell. But I couldn't do anything I wanted, so I could only watch Yaozi chew up a corner of the silk, and a burst of saliva began to smudge on it, and the color began to slowly rot. She didn't swallow it after chewing, as if she was a mouse, just chewing for the sake of chewing.

Seeing this, although I was worried in my heart, at least the hanging stone fell to the ground. I was looking extra cautious when I was heading back the way I came, especially when I was going down the pillar. At this time, if you don't pay attention to it, you will go down all at once, and it is much easier to come up this kind of pillar than to go down.

His hands and feet were once again trapped in an ice cellar, and he lost consciousness all of a sudden. But I gritted my teeth and persevered, and by the time I was still two meters from the floor, I finally lost control and slipped my fart all at once. The strand is like a puddle of meat, and it hurts so much that I can't stand it.

When I stood with my ass covered and limped towards Yaozi, she was already standing in front of the small dark door with a cold face waiting for me. The painting in place was already in tatters, the ink was scattered, and the woman seemed to be ravaged by a pack of perverts, covered in stains. (To be continued.) )