From the moment she picked up the pen, for two hours, she didn't take a sip of water, but King Zhang on the side drank several teas.

"It's a good one who has no distractions and only listens to what is in front of him." The bright yellow clothes established its extraordinary identity, and everyone was shocked to realize who the person who suddenly appeared in front of them was, and was about to shout long live, Nanjian Chi stopped everyone with a gesture, and he cared more about how far the person in front of him could go than a salute.

Qiu Moli was not affected by the emperor's appearance at all, to be precise, he didn't know that the emperor appeared at all, one stroke at a time, one painting at a time. By the time she had finally finished her painting, the sun had sunk in the west, and the whole earth was covered with red glow, and soon when the last wisp of red glow had dissipated, it would be dark, and the palace gate would almost be closed.

It was a lot later than she expected, but it wasn't enough, she had to keep the most powerful people here behind tonight.

So she deliberately let out a long breath and said. "Finally finished painting, I'm tired, pick up the stars, quickly rub Mrs. Ben, my shoulder hurts."

The pick-up moon on the side just wanted to remind him, but he saw Qiu Moli raise his head, and looked around with some embarrassment on his face, and when he saw the bright yellow figure sitting not far away, he was so frightened that he jumped up directly from the chair he was sitting on, Qiu Moli was sitting the whole time from painting, and the chair was very close to the table, so there was only one result of jumping up in a hurry, that is, he hit the table and knocked his knees.

Sure enough, Qiu Moli slammed on the table, but due to too much strength, the table made a heavy "bang" sound, like the sound of bones colliding with the table, even the three men present were a little shaken, Qiu Moli's eyebrows and eyes were twisted into a ball in pain, and he burst into tears in an instant.

But Nan Jian Chi laughed because of such a childish attitude, a quick change of expression, and an unpretentious move. "Hahaha!" But Qiu Moli had already cried, he was the emperor and laughed out loud, no matter how he said it, he was a little suspicious of seeing a joke, but he really didn't wonder him, Qiu Moli's behavior was too funny, and the expression on her face was clearly a child who had been robbed of food, and he was ready to tell who he was looking for, but he didn't know who he was looking for.

Poor and lovely.

People are like that, when they encounter stupid things done by a stupid person, no matter what the result that person causes to themselves, they must laugh first, and then sympathize.

Qiu Moli covered her knees, tears and snot became a line, but she still bowed to Nanjian Chi, and it was a big gift, a big gift of three kneels and nine knocks. It's just that the grievances in the stomach between the words have not dissipated. "The Emperor...... On, hooray, hooray! ”

"The general's wife doesn't have to be polite, come on, why don't you go and call the imperial doctor to treat your wife, if you delay the hour, I will ask you."

Nanjian Chi called majestically at the servant beside him, but everyone knew that the emperor was in a good mood today, at least since the departure of the national doctor Li Li, this was the first time that the emperor had smiled so happily, although this qiē was based on the general's wife "sacrificing" herself.

The imperial doctor left Qiu Mo's pulse and prescribed some medicine, only saying that he had injured his muscles and bones, and he was afraid that he would not be able to move tonight. So Nan Jian Chi naturally gave an order to let Qiu Mo leave Concubine Xian's palace to accompany Concubine Xian for one night.

Qiu Moli's goal was achieved, but the method was too stupid, killing 300 enemies and losing 3,000 yourself. But she is enough, she cares more about tonight's events than a pair of legs, not to mention, she is half a healer herself, and she will never let herself suffer.

"Now that the painting has been made, why don't you present it to me and King Zhang, so that you can correct the name of the general's wife?"

As soon as the emperor opened his mouth, everyone remembered that he was left aside by everyone and had never known the true face of Lushan. Qiu Moli's requirements for painting are very strange, no one is allowed to save zài in the eight-foot category, and no one is allowed to peek at it until she asks people to erect the painting, otherwise, it will affect her love for painting.

Qiu Moli covered his legs, seeing that no one around moved, daring to count on her half of the cripple, isn't this a clear bully herself?

Qiu Moli naturally refused, she casually pointed to a palace maid and spoke. "You, don't present it to the emperor and His Royal Highness King Zhang."

The palace maid looked around flattered, and after confirming that Qiu Moli was referring to herself, she stepped forward with a face of Shi Shiran, and was stopped at the moment when she was about to pick up the painting.

"If you dirty your painting, the king's painting will kill you." King Zhang's voice was not loud or small, but it could just be heard by the little palace maid, and the little palace maid immediately knelt down in fright and kept talking. "Slaves deserve to die, slaves deserve to die......"

Qiu Moli glanced at King Zhang, still covering his legs, but this time he changed from his hands to his right hand and right leg.

She stepped forward slowly, stepped forward with her right leg upside down, grabbed the painting on the table, and wasted a lot of strength before she walked in front of King Zhang and handed the painting to King Zhang. "King Zhang is going to take it, it's best to check if it's dirty and dirty, if not, let everyone testify to the concubine, after all, if something goes wrong, the concubine can't afford to pay for it."

Several people present could see that Qiu Moli was holding grievances for the little palace maid, but no one had the intention of helping, because the palace maid's life was not worthy of someone like them to speak.

When the people around King Zhang opened the painting, there was another gasp in the crowd.

The majestic mountains, should be the day after the sun, Mianyang has no trace, wearing a red dress of King Zhang, looking into the distance, although it is only the back of King Zhang, but you can feel the momentum of King Zhang's rainbow.

Although the whole painting is dominated by mountains and overlooked by one person, it always makes people can't help but reverie.

Nanjian Zhe looked at this painting blankly, and suddenly thought of his years in Dongmo, and the mountains he painted were the highest and most extensive Bifeng Mountains in Dongmo, with winding mountain roads and upright trees, no matter how he looked at it, it was exactly the same as what he saw back then.

"Yes, indeed good." Nanjian Chi praised, "These mountains alone are different for each one, if I guessed correctly, this should be the Bifeng Mountains in Dongmo, King Zhang has been there for five years, and the painting of the general's wife must have evoked the past of the second brother." The painting is good, the artistic conception is good, and the mind is even more transparent, worthy of being the general's wife of my Great Zhou. ”

It is rare for a woman to be able to paint such an imposing painting. Most of the women of the Great Zhou Dynasty are good at painting, but that is limited to flowers, birds, fish and insects, and the momentum of the painting of the general's wife is not comparable to even how many Kyoto men.

"The general's wife is so familiar with the Bifeng Mountains, but have you been to the Dongmo Distant Mountains?" A brisk female voice came from the stone road not far away. From a distance, a woman with a beautiful face wearing an orange palace dress was walking in this direction.