Qiao'er stretched out the scroll, and it was indeed just a plain blank paper. But how can it be said that the painting saved the dragon feather? Look closely, the white paper is smooth and white, and when touched with your hand, it looks more like the skin of a woman and a baby, soft and delicate, smooth and warm.

"Doesn't it look like a woman's skin?" Xiu'er asked.

Long Yu is terrified!

Hurriedly withdrew his hand back from the drawing paper.

"The fathers-in-law said that this is called the Western Regions Painting Skin. There are only three in the world, and a few days ago, the leader of the Aya tribe came to pay tribute, and the emperor saw one and liked it very much. It seems that the emperor already had one, and now there are two! And ......"

"Qiao'er, don't talk too much!" At this time, Xiu'er interrupted Qiao'er's words, and Long Yu was listening strangely.

"Did the emperor have this painting skin too?" So he asked Xiu'er again.

"Don't ask more, princess, how can we slaves know about the emperor's skin, but we know that the emperor once had one."

Could this be the legendary painted skin with human skin? Long Yu couldn't help but stretch out his hand again to touch more.

But what's the mystery here? Why did Xiu'er say that Long Yu woke up after seeing this painting?

"But you say that I woke up after seeing this painting, and what is in front of my eyes is clearly a blank piece of paper, so why is there a painting?" I picked up the painting skin and looked at the front and back carefully, and there was no painting.

Qiao'er interjected again: "When the emperor asked the imperial doctor to bring it, he burned it on the three-flavor incense and spring water, and we looked at it very strangely.

Later, the doctor wouldn't let us see it, so we just held it. Smoke came out of the skin, and it seemed to float out of a person's bun......"

Speaking of this, Xiu'er's elbow touched Qiao'er, and Qiao'er turned her face away and stopped talking.

They didn't let Long Yu hear the full story after all.

"In short, the doctor said that you will wake up when you look at the painting in the skin. We'll do what we hear, and you'll wake up. Xiu'er said.

Well, there is indeed a painting in this painting.

"So, it was the painting skin sent by the Aya tribe that saved me and woke me up?"

"Yes! So the slave said that you and the colt were a match made in heaven. Xiu'er's words seem to be reasonable.

"Don't hit me this time!" Qiao'er was stunned for a moment and Xiu'er said. "What I want to say is that although the horse is a tribe from the Western Regions, he will grow up fighting immediately. but the raw ones are like ...... It's like that......"

This can make Long Yu anxious, "But what does it look like?" ”

"People say: Aya in the Western Regions has an anecdote, and Junxiu is like a fairy. Yes, it's like the fairy in the painting, hehe......" Qiao'er said and laughed at herself.

"Dead girl, you can!" Long Yu gently pinched Qiao'er's nose as a sign of punishment.

The cheeks here are a hint of crimson.

Painting like a fairy...... Yes, even the rumors are not bad from those in the 21st century.

"Well, I'm a little tired. Go down and get busy. "I already have a rough idea, and the others can only wait and see what happens, and then find a way to respond.

"The slave and maid are gone, and if the princess has any orders in the future, she will say so. The emperor gave us to the princess, and even when we arrived in Ayabe, we had to take it with us. ”

Xiu'er really understands the general situation, "I'll be tired of it in the future, let's go down." ”

They walked not far away, and Long Yu saw Xiu'er pointing at Qiao'er through the crack in the door. They don't know everything about themselves, but their hearts are with her. Long Yu thought: The emperor must have sent me to keep me safe, but as subordinates, they also have to consider their own safety, so she doesn't blame them.

Turning his head, he picked up the painting skin on the table and looked at it.

It can be painted and hidden, and that is spiritual.

Want to burn incense? I'm afraid it's pretending to be mysterious.

"I want to see this good ink fragrance, it's smelly and dirty, see if you can stand it......" The ink fragrance is actually unpleasant, but people who love calligraphy and painting and appreciate calligraphy and painting prefer ink fragrance.

The corners of Long Yu's mouth hooked, and when he picked up the inkstone, he was about to sprinkle ink on the painting skin.

I saw a wisp of light smoke coming out of the center of the painting, and a faint halfling face gradually emerged in the painting.

Long Yu stopped what he was doing, "It seems that it can only be effective if you are rough with you." Scold! ”

The first thing that emerges is the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting, which are like a pair of eyes unique to Jiangnan people. Deep and shallow, shallow and faint, blended. Long Yu only felt that his eyes were about to be hooked by the eyes in the painting. The aggregation of little by little is the eyes that can speak with grievances and sigh for the sorrow of the world.

It looked like it was going to drown.

The facial features in the painting gradually outlined the complete appearance, and Long Yu felt more and more familiar and friendly to this face.

The scholar's delicate and shy eyebrows, the pure and transparent eyes like snow, and the white face and red lips...... This face is not only swaying freely in the wind, but also angular, not afraid of bullying.

How could Long Yu be willing not to see this delicate and perfect face. The love catastrophe of the third life, before it is repaid, I am afraid that it is destined to be inescapable.

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