The poem is finished, and then the painting is on.

Lian Qingcheng walked into the pavilion slowly, behaved gently and politely, looked at Feng Wushi and said with a light smile: "Your Majesty, the minister has a request before painting, and I hope that the emperor will approve it." ”

"What request?"

Feng Wushi looked at her with interest, this third son, the things in his mind were very novel.

"I wonder if the emperor can order someone to prepare a bowl of white alkali for his ministers?"

"That's right."

Feng Wushi didn't ask her why, after all, when she admired the painting later, she would know its use.

Long Feibai squinted at her and looked at her carefully, with a light smile on his lips.

"The fifth prince lost the game, he is still in such a good mood, so open-minded, my son admires and admires."

Lian Qingcheng smiled lightly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"The third prince praised it falsely, Nanyi and Dachang have friendly relations, but it is just a small competition, and it doesn't matter who wins or loses."

"Having said that, but you have to divide the middle, don't you, or others will think that I am only famous in this Kyoto City."

She hooked the corners of her lips coldly, not caring if she won or lost? Later, she will let him see who is superior.

Feng Gui knew that she still hated Fang Cai Long Feibai for satirizing her in her heart, and smiled helplessly, this girl will be rewarded for her veritable.

Feng Wushi saw that the two of them were not in harmony, and he was worried that something would happen if he continued to talk about it, so he coughed heavily and said loudly: "Today, the clouds are in the morning and the weather is just right, so it is better to draw a butterfly love flower." ”

The exam questions have been out, and even Qingcheng has no intention of talking nonsense with Long Feibai anymore, so after thinking about it, he picked up a pen and drew on the paper.

Feng Gui Xie stood not far away and looked at the two people who were concentrating on painting in the pavilion, Long Feibai wrote a little faster than Cheng'er, it is rumored that the five princes Wen Ke Anbang, Wu Ke Dingguo, Jinglun is scheming and strategizing, compared to Feng Guifang, his vision seems to be more long-term, Feng Gui Fang wants to take charge of Dachang, and Long Feibai, I am afraid that he wants to be the king of the whole world.

Half of the time passed quickly, Long Feibai had already finished painting, standing there quietly looking at the white jade child opposite, ten years ago the iron-blooded general Lian Chucheng, who made the Northern Desert people frightened, was crowned king by a holy decree to return to Beijing, he has always wanted to compete with Lian Chucheng, one is already old, the other is in the prime of life, I didn't expect to come to Dachang, he actually compared with Lian Chucheng's son by mistake, but this is good, if you have a son, you can know his father.

Even the moment Qingcheng put down the pen, the time for the competition was just up, and the palace maids picked up the paintings of the two of them, and after only a slight glance, all the ministers were dejected.

Feng Guixie narrowed his eyes, and looked at Lian Qingcheng's painting with some surprise, which couldn't be compared with what she did last time, not to mention going to compete with Long Feibai, what idea was she playing?

Lian Qingcheng looked at the cluster of red Ying painted by Long Feibai from afar, and laughed softly: "The fifth prince lost." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, the three sons were crazy, the loser was obviously him, although the five princes only painted a full volume of red Ying, but they could confuse the real with the fake, from this point alone, they easily won the three ink-colored butterflies he painted.

"How so?"

Long Feibai raised his eyebrows to look at her, and his eyebrows were full of disdain.

"Although the flowers are delicate, they are flashy, and there is nowhere to see butterflies love flowers."

Lian Qingcheng said casually, deaf to the whispers of the surrounding ministers.

"This prince thought that the third prince was a person who knew how to paint, but I didn't expect that I was wrong."

Long Feibai chuckled, took the painting in the hand of the palace maid and walked out of the pavilion, he raised the painting in his hand and stood by the lotus pond, there were colorful butterflies flying among the flowers, flying around the flowers and flying to the painting.

"Wonderful, wonderful, although the flowers are not real, they can be real, and the butterflies have been deceived, and the painting skills of the five princes are really extraordinary."

Du Liankang clapped his hands and looked at the painting with appreciation.

"Third son, I don't know who loses now?"

Long Feibai put away the painting and walked over, his peach eyes full of provocation.

Lian Qingcheng smiled disdainfully and didn't speak, picked up the teacup on the table and splashed it on the painting.

"Even if you lose, you can't ruin the painting, why is it so ungraceful."

"I can't imagine that these three sons are also a person who can't afford to lose."

"Hehe, I see, the picture of the dragon and phoenix last time was not drawn by him at all."

When the ministers saw him splashing paintings, they turned their heads and whispered, and even Chu Cheng glared at them with displeasure on his face and said in a deep voice: "The ministers might as well see it clearly." ”

Cheng'er is a child raised by him, how can he not know how she can compete, the two countries compete, how can she hastily draw a few butterflies.

The tea slowly soaked the whole painting, and I saw that the butterflies on the painting were slowly dyed with a few bright colors, and the originally empty part of the rice paper was gradually filled with ink, and the whole painting completely changed into a different look.

On a sunny day, a handsome son stood in the wind, he held a sword in the air, a pair of raccoon eyes with a shallow smile, there were faint mountains and flowing water in the distance, very gentle, three colorful butterflies flew under his feet, only that one eyebrow and a smile, has made people sigh how this gentleman has swallowed mountains and rivers.

Jiao Die does not love flowers, just because you are peerless.

If Long Feibai's paintings are appreciated, then Lian Qingcheng's paintings are ashamed of the world.

Feng Guixie's eyes were calm, but the hand that was clenched tightly in his sleeve betrayed his true feelings.

"Okay, the third prince really lives up to his reputation!"

The emperor laughed, pointed to Lian Qingcheng and said: "There was a dragon and phoenix picture shining at night before, and now there is a gentleman hidden in the painting, even the third prince is really amazing." ”

"Wechen, thank you for the emperor's praise."

Lian Qingcheng bowed and saluted, and when she raised her head, her eyes happened to collide with Feng Guixie, she raised her eyebrows proudly, and smiled very innocently.

Long Feibai looked at the two of them quietly, and then glanced at the gentleman in the painting, his eyes closed, and he smiled slightly, it turned out that he was actually painted in the painting.

Yesterday won Du Liankang, today won Long Feibai, even Qingcheng can be regarded as living up to high expectations to atone for the crime, the emperor exempted her from prison, and promoted Ruan Hubo to the official, a qiē seems so deserved, as if the scandal between the prince and Liu Hanyu has never happened.

When Luo Yan walked into the courtyard, Long Feibai was standing in front of the table and drawing something with a pen with a focused expression, and after being quiet for a while, he splashed water on the painting, the ink stained the whole paper, and he threw the pen a little irritably and walked over to sit on the chair.

"I thought you weren't coming."

"The order of the five princes, how dare Luo Yan disobey."

She responded without being humble or arrogant, walked over and picked up the paintbrush and put it on the table, and sighed lightly: "What is there to be angry about, with even Qingcheng's ability, the five princes can't compare to her after all." ”

Long Fei's white eyes were stunned, and before the wild goose could react, his hand had already pinched his neck.

"You, say, what?"

Long Feibai gritted his teeth, full of anger.

Luo Yan smiled coldly and let his strength gradually increase.

"Don't the five princes understand? I said, you can't win Lian Qingcheng, so you can't win Lian Chucheng, with him one day, this Dachang will always be surnamed Feng and not Long. ”

Long Feibai's eyes were full of anger, the knuckles were full of green tendons, and the breath of the wild goose was getting weaker and weaker, just when she thought she was going to be strangled to death by him like this, Long Feibai turned her wrist and threw her to the ground mercilessly.

"Do you know where you are not as good as Lian Qingcheng? She is a loving and righteous person, who she loves, she will love regardless of a qiē, if she hates, even if that person is good to her, she will not care, and you, your hands are cold, and your heart is as cold as ice. ”

Luo Yan stroked his chest and panted slowly, staring at Long Feibai with indignant eyes.

His hands were clenched tightly, with great forbearance.

"Roll".

"The fifth prince is so ridiculous, let me come, I'll come, let me go, I'll go?"

Luo Yan snorted softly, but there was a deep sting in his heart.

"Unless you don't want your master's life anymore."

Long Feibai turned his back to her and spat indifferently, there was a pain between Luo Yan's eyebrows, and he stood up with laughter, tears gradually forming in his eyes.

She staggered out of the courtyard, and the moment she stepped out of the door, she fell to the ground with all her strength, and she finally couldn't help crying.

Little Master, I was wrong, really wrong.

At night, on the lights of the wine shop, Lian Qingcheng sat in front of the window and looked at the people walking around the street with gentle eyes, gently shaking the wine in the cup.

"Hey, Phoenix, when are you going to put a lantern with me, look at them, how nice."

She turned her head with twinkling eyes, full of anticipation.

"Lanterns? Even the third son, who is not good at poetry, likes this kind of elegant thing? ”

Feng Guixie looked at her and chuckled, reached out and snatched her wine and drank it in one gulp.

"You joked with me again, when did my son become bad at poetry, but you, should not."

"Okay, whatever you like, I'll accompany you."

He softened his eyes and promised gently, how could he disappoint her when she opened her mouth and wanted him to accompany her to do something.

Suddenly remembering the painting he had made during the day, he paused for a moment and asked, "What is the mystery of that painting?" ”

Lian Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, "You really want to know?" ”

Feng Guixie nodded his head, full of pursuit.

"Do you remember the bowl of white alkali that the emperor ordered someone to prepare for me? After the whole painting is finished, it is lightly brushed on the rice paper soaked in white alkali water, and the ink will disappear, and once it touches the water, it will become what you see later. ”

Feng Guiyi listened to her solve her doubts, but he didn't expect this mystery case to be so simple, he was stunned for a moment, and said with a deep smile: "Fortunately, I chose King Lian at the beginning, otherwise in the future, Cheng'er and I will be enemies." ”