Lu Liangfeng took the pen in Qiu Yue's hand, sketched a little, and integrated those ink marks into the landscape.

He hugged Qiuyue's waist with one hand, and carried the pen like flying with the other, and painted the rockery turquoise on her momentum, and the brushwork was clear and free. Qiuyue was about to admire, when he saw his pen turn around, and painted a small dress in the corner of the mountain stone, the jade belt is horizontally oblique, and the skirt is on the ground, although he does not see his shape, he can see his soul, as if it is a picture of a jade girl that attracts people's thoughts.

After he finished painting, he threw the lake pen away, turned sideways and kissed her on the forehead, his breath was hot and brushed down on her lips, and his low and warm voice was mellow and intoxicating: "Come, kiss me." ”

Qiu Yue's heart was beating wildly, and she closed her eyes and obediently put her mouth up.

At this time, a gust of wind came, blowing the veil flying, drizzling like fog, the dark fragrance of the begonias on the bookcase, the two people in the house were entangled and embraced, and the spring was as deep as the sea. Qiu Yue only felt a flickering in her chest, as if a heart had melted.

When Lu Liangfeng finally let go of her, Qiu Yue's body leaned softly in his arms.

The slender fingers tapped her delicate red lips, and his voice unconsciously carried a little doting: "Has Qingqing seen Wu Chengzi's lady's picture?" ”

"Nope." Qiu Yue blushed and shook his head, rubbing his chest itching.

"If you study painting, how can you miss a subject?" In the end, she has been in the top position for a long time, Lu Liangfeng is a serious teacher, and patted her on the buttocks.

"Go, take the Xin Ziqi from the bookshelf."

Qiu Yue slipped down from his lap and ran to the bookshelf to find it, and saw that his book was indeed numbered on his waist, and the Xin character was at the bottom, and the picture scroll he wanted was wrapped in vermilion brocade, without the title of the book.

When she came back, he patted his knee casually, and Qiu Yue sat back obediently with her skirt, still leaning on his arms, holding the scroll in her hand, because she had never seen a painting before, and she was a little curious in anticipation.

Lu Liangfeng's fingers lazily rubbed her soft waist, and said with half-sleepy eyes: "Open it and take a look." ”

Qiu Yue couldn't wait to unfold slowly, and it was really a picture of a deputy lady, with Wu Chengzi's name in the lower left corner, and a red seal.

For Wu Chengzi's name Qiuyue has heard a little, this person specializes in painting ladies, the pen is sharp, the characters are real, the painting style is unique, the paintings are quite high in the folk price but the number is very small, rumors are collected by mysterious people and rarely flow, Wu Chengzi's ladies are lifelike and mostly glamorous, boudoir women have been taught etiquette and honesty since childhood, where does Qiuyue have the opportunity to see these paintings.

Now that I see it with my own eyes, the masterpiece really deserves its name.

Qiu Yue was already obsessed with paintings, but now that she has a good painting, she can't take her eyes off it, and she is obsessed.

Lu Liangfeng opened his eyes slightly, and saw her smart appearance, with a smile at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Qiu Yue looks good-looking, but she has fallen to a place like the Jiaofang Division, and she has long lost the liveliness and cuteness of a girl, and most of the time she is like a jade statue that is too delicate.

Now the expression on her face tends to be joyful and mixed with worship and curiosity, and it looks even better.

At a glance, it makes people immediately feel dizzy and unable to move their eyes.

Lu Liangfeng's throat moved, he traced her facial features with his fingers, and whispered in her ear: "If you like it, just try to copy it, don't lose your ability if you haven't painted for a long time." “