"Why are there so many paintings here?" Enrang looked at the room full of calligraphy and paintings!

There are a lot of books and picture scrolls in the bamboo pavilion, and there is a kind of book fragrance as soon as you come in, but it is more or less mixed with a little musty smell.

"These are the works of some great men left by previous dynasties, the Compendium of Materia Medica, and the General Guide to Governance," Bang Qianxun walked to the bookshelf and flipped through it.

There was a muffled sound, and a scroll rolled down on the top floor of the bookshelf. Because the tie mouth is a little loose, the whole painting lies peacefully on the ground, and the glass presented by the beauty in the painting is fully realized. The person in the painting has a bun and sideburns, a light sweep of the eyebrows and eyes with spring, the skin is as delicate as a warm jade, the soft light is greasy, the cherry mouth is not dotted and red, delicate and beautiful, the two strands of hair on the cheeks seem to be gently blowing with the wind to add a bit of seductive style, the beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, it seems to be a little naughty, a little naughty, a light green long skirt, the waist is not full of a hand, so beautiful that it is so flawless, so beautiful that it does not eat the fireworks of the world.

"This, Xuande? Xiao Huanzi! Enrang was particularly surprised to see the person in the painting, and looked at Bang Qianhiro in a daze.

Take a closer look at some poems engraved in small characters next to the beauty in the painting: Wonderful handwriting Huizhen, Shui Qian's eyes are dotted with lips. It is suspected that Song Yu was peeped at in the past, and the east neighbor was only half of the wall. The past has been bitter, who remembers Cui Daifeng back then. There are some hateful places in the end, ruthless, and Ren is ruthless and moving.

"This is the Song Dynasty writer Qin Guan's "Nanxiangzi", the painter of the wonderful pen Danqing, excellent skills, by no means an idle person, a pair of poems, you can see that the person of the painting must be a great talent." Bang Qianhiro took the painting in his hand and looked at it carefully.

"Wow, who painted that bad woman so well." Enrang walked over and took a closer look at the person in the painting.

"Xiao Huan's purple clothes in the painting are not Da Rui's clothes, and he is the only one who can paint the glass of this desert princess and his status is by no means ordinary." Bang Qianxun pondered.

When Enrang saw that his master's speech was blurred in the clouds, he asked, "Who?" ”

"Win Chihiro!" A black shadow appeared outside the door at some point, and at this time there was an angry face, as if he wanted to rush forward immediately and tear the person in front of him apart.

Wan Qianxun hurriedly put down the painting in his hand and turned around, the skirt was pressed under the scroll, suddenly twisted, his feet staggered, hissed, and a crisp sound of paper was particularly sober in the bamboo pavilion. A beautiful painting of a beautiful woman was thus broken, like a broken dream, striking at the man's heart.

Seeing that this painting was destroyed, the black shadow showed even more anger in his eyes, and with a hateful step, he took Bang Qianxun into his hand, and pinched her erection neck fiercely, "Bang Qianhiro, I sue you, don't force me!" ”

When Enrang saw the comer, he grabbed his master's neck alive, his face turned pale and sweaty, "You let go of my young lady!" ”

"Get out!"

As soon as the words fell, Enrang's center of gravity was unstable and planted to the side, causing all the books on the bookcase next to him to fall to the ground, and the ground was in a mess.

"Ahem, Lonely, Pre-Xi, let go of me!" Wan Qianxun's face was slightly red, Gu Qianxi didn't mean to let go at all, but her eyes were bloodshot, and her green tendons were exposed, which did not reduce her strength at all, but still clasped her erection neck.

"I have warned you not to challenge my patience again and again! Although I have promised the emperor to marry you as a concubine, it is only my expedient measure, and if you continue to be obsessed, don't blame my men for being ruthless. Gu Zhuxi said this word by word with a cold tone, thinking that the woman in front of him had touched his bottom line today, so he hated him to the extreme. With that, he let go of his hand.

"Ahem, Gu Qianxi, ahem, you are simply what you have seen, I don't want to marry you at all, you go and beg the emperor now, let me go!" cough cough" Wan Qianhiro's face became pale due to suffocation, and his tone of voice was even more slow and weak, and at this time, his eyes were foggy, and he was staring at the ruthless man in front of him in a daze.

"Your father is the hatred of my heart, if it weren't for him, how could I be where I am today? The debts of the parents are paid by the children. Gu Zhuxi clenched his fists, and his eyes were full of indifference and despair.