"Dead minion, what do you say, with the friendship between this palace and Sister Luo, do you need these false courtesies?" Before the palace maid could say anything, Yan Xin was scolded with her head and face.

"Slaves and maids should die, slaves and maids should be damned, and the queen mother spares her life." As soon as the palace maid saw Yan Xin inexplicably angry, she kowtowed again and again and begged for mercy, only hoping that the queen would have a large number of them and spare her life.

I saw Yan Xin elegantly waved her hand and motioned to drag it out, the two eunuchs understood, and a handkerchief was stuffed into her mouth, unable to make a sound, no matter how the palace maid struggled, it was all useless.

"I wonder what the queen is coming?" Luo Tanya has never been a person who beats around the bush, looking at Yan Xin opposite, she asked in a heavenly voice, without any waves, but it is enough to shake everyone's heart.

Yan Xin smiled slightly, with a thousand demeanors, "What?" Can't you come to my sister's place if you're fine? ”

"The queen is the lord of the six palaces, wherever the queen wants to go, no one will stop her freedom." It's obviously an indifferent voice, but it sounds like there are three thousand entanglements of charming bones, and it won't go away for a long time.

Looking at Luo Tanya like this, Yan Xin's eyes were ruthless, and in a flash, the fox is the fox girl, not only is she demonic, but even her voice is soft and soft, no wonder Her Majesty is fascinated by her, even she, a woman, is almost stunned.

"Sister Luo, it was my sister who was wrong before, and I was against you everywhere, but my sister was jealous that you had His Majesty's favor, and now you and I are both fallen people at the end of the world, can't we reconcile?" Yan Xin's tone suddenly softened, with a dignified and gentle smile on her delicate face, there was no majesty between her eyebrows, and she was an empathetic queen.

"Queen Mother, one thing is the same thing, Tan Ya thinks that her status is humble, and she dare not be commensurate with the queen mother's sisters." Luo Tanya's lazy voice said polite words, but in her tone, she didn't take Yan Xin in her eyes at all.

Will a person who thinks of his own death in all kinds of ways suddenly show mercy one day?

Whether others believe it or not, she Luo Tanya doesn't believe it anyway.

In the four years since marrying Mu Qing, has Luo Tanya suffered less at Yan Xin's hands?

Luo Tanya is not a mother, all the time to help the world, Luo Tanya's consistent purpose is, people do not offend me, I do not offend people, if people offend me, I will get rid of them.

What's more, Luo Tanya is happy that Mu Qing doesn't come to her every day, she is happy to be idle, why should she fight with her, how tired.

She's really lazy, too lazy to deal with the succession of former servants, countless women who want to win over and hate her, she can't cope with it, demon concubine? That's how it should be.

"Concubine, do you look down on this palace?" Not angry and arrogant, obviously Luo Tanya's ignorance has angered Yan Xin.

"How is it?" Luo Tanya raised her eyebrows, full of style.

"Go back to the palace." Yan Xin glanced at the amorous Luo Tanya and walked away.

"Niangniang, it's not good for you to treat the queen like this." After the queen left, a palace maid came out and couldn't help but worry.

"Does Bengong still need to make her hate Bengong a little more? The queen has long been eager to eat the meat of the palace and drink the blood of the palace," Luo Tanya smiled coldly, "It's not too early, help the palace to rest." ”

"Here we are." Coming to the city of a thousand faces, Mo Xichen turned over and dismounted, and said lightly.

"Chen, what are we doing here?" Hua Qiyu is puzzled, is there a mystery here?

"Let's go inside." Obviously, Mo Xichen didn't want to answer Hua Tianyu's words, so he led the horse and walked to the gate of the city.

Mo Xichen was dressed in white, cold and noble, not stained with dust, as if he was in the mortal world.

Hua Tingyu is also dressed in white, with a face like a crown of jade, elegant and unparalleled, like the best jade, which can not be desired.

Two such outstanding men appeared at the gate of the crowded city, which couldn't help but cause a burst of chaos, whether it was men, women and children, after seeing Mo Xichen and Hua Tianyu, they all looked at it stupidly, for a while, the carriage stopped, the eldest girl's handkerchief fell, the grandmother opened her mouth wide, the child looked at it stupidly, and the aunt carrying things crashed into the city wall......

Time, as if standing still, until the four masters and servants led by Mo Xichen and Hua Tianyu walked through the city tower, people came back to their senses from afar, these two dusty sons, are they really people?

Lingyun was very efficient, inquired about the best inn in the city, and checked in.

Hua Tianyu stayed in the room, came back and walked over, always felt that he had missed a step, and he couldn't remember it after thinking about it, he knew that Mo Xichen must have something to do when he came here, Rao is Hua Tianyu tried his brains, and he couldn't guess what the reason why Mo Xiang had to drag himself here.

"Knock," just then, there was a knock in the room.

Hua Tianyu stepped forward to open the door, and the person who came was the prime minister of Moda, who cherished the words like gold.

"Chen, please inside." Because the two of them went out on patrol in micro-clothes, it was not easy to expose their identities, so Hua Tingyu called Mo Xichen "Chen", and Mo Xichen called Hua Tingyu "Yu".

"No need, Yu, let's go out for a walk." Mo Xichen's voice is still as cold as a clear spring, I have to say that in the hot place of Cangnan, being with Mo Xiang is a benefit, cool and comfortable, IKEA and IKEA.

"Chen, you hurriedly dragged me here, didn't it just to enjoy the mountains and rivers?" Hua Tianyu was also thundered by his own thoughts, what a wise person Mo Xiang is, he calculates the world, and the major events in the DPRK and China are piled up, and Mo Xiang will pull him to play for no reason? It's just a joke.

"Exactly." A cold voice, without any questioning.

Hua Tianyu opened his mouth, and for a while, he had the urge to hit the tofu, and looked at Mo Xichen with wide eyes, isn't it, Mo Xiang, you are really here to play in the mountains and rivers!

After knowing the truth, Hua Tianyu couldn't help but complain in her heart:

Mo Xiang, you like to play in the mountains and rivers casually, why drag him to cushion his back, his sister has been killed, where is he in the mood to play in the mountains and rivers and cultivate his sentiments!

Hua Tianyu was thinking about her own affairs, and unconsciously, she had already followed Mo Xichen's footsteps and walked out.

The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat.

The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.

Looking at the beautiful scenery of the Thousand Faces Lake in front of him, Mo Xichen was full of poetry and couldn't help but chant in the wind.

The lake of a thousand faces, a thousand acres, the scenery is wonderful, it is a place where literati and ink writers, talented and beautiful people like to be vassals and elegant, and there are countless literati and ink writers who come to admire it.

Now Mo Xichen and Hua Tingyu are in front of the window of a teahouse, while tasting tea, while admiring the lake and mountains of nature, the teahouse is a place where literati and writers gather, Mo Xichen's poem is not only, immediately attracted countless better voices, many well-educated people, ready to move, but none of them caught up to greet each other.

For fear of disturbing the immortal Yaxing, they were whispering one by one, praising the talent of the white-clothed man.

"Yu, it's hard to come out to play, don't be depressed, the lake and mountains are just right, why don't you chant a poem." Mo Xichen could see it, and even invited Hua Tianyu to compose poems with him.

Ling Yun was smart, and hurriedly asked his man to bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and he studied ink beside the table in a regular manner, only to see Mo Xichen wave his pen, and the seven-character quatrain he had just recited jumped on the paper.

A piece of cursive writing, the end is flowing and chic and dripping.

"Hua is not good at poetry, so I painted a picture to wish Brother Chen Yaxing." Hua Tianyu looked at the lake and mountains, and couldn't help but itch for a while, so she responded in one bite.

Hua Tianyu didn't care, just in the blank space on the paper where Mo Xichen was writing, painting. I don't know if the ink was premeditated, or what, that poem is written in the upper left corner of this type, and the rest of the place is just right for Hua Tingyu to paint.

Splashing ink, waving the brush, the technique is illusory, and the literati and ink writers are dumbfounded, what kind of painting technique is this, and it can have such a fast technique.

There is not much time, and a pair of ink paintings by Hua Qiyu are completed.

Look at the painting again, like the word in general, like a stroke of genius, without any carving, the lake and the mountains, in one go, vivid.

The most incredible thing is that words, paintings, and poems complement each other and depend on each other:

Words, flowing clouds, chic and dripping;

The painting is vast, but exquisite;

Poetry, should be the situation, the scene should be painted and the words should be written, bold atmosphere, chic, and happy.

Quiet.

In the teahouse, which was still noisy just now, it became surprisingly quiet for a while, so quiet that only the sound of people breathing each other could be heard.

"It's a perfect work." A scholar couldn't help but praise that it was enough to see such a peerless painting in this life and this life.

"Wonderful, wonderful."

"A rare treasure."

……

As the scholar's voice sounded, a group of voices of admiration were endless, and a room of literati and writers were amazed, appreciating and evaluating the value of this peerless treasure.

Mo Xichen and Hua Tianyan glanced at each other, and walked towards the staircase in unison.

"Huh? Why is this word, this style of painting, so familiar? A noble son couldn't help but wonder, since he saw this word in a dozen eyes, he felt familiar, and now he is adding this word, it is even more familiar, but whose portrait is this word, your son didn't think about it for a long time.

Cangcheng has four uniques, Mo Xiang Mo Xichen's piano is a must, the piano, listening to a song can be drunk for three years; The word of Mo Xichen is a must, the word, which is called the "ink" style word by the world, is difficult to find; The beauty of the noble concubine Luo Tanya is a must, beauty, can make all things lose their glory; The painting of the jade boy is a must, the painting, the wave of the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

"Cangjing is the third of the four uniques, and it really lives up to its name." Here, Mo Xichen and Hua Tianyu had already walked to the staircase, and a voice came, and a man in red blocked the way of the two.

"Childe recognized the wrong person." Mo Xichen said a lie, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and his indifference of collapsing Mount Tai in front of him without changing his face was brought into full play.

"Of course, this son will not recognize the wrong person, no one in the world knows who doesn't know......"