Smelling this rich aroma of wine, Cen Xiyan's eyes lit up!

She squinted her eyes intoxicated, sniffed hard, and then she was not calm!

"It's ...... Nine spring wine? ”

"That's not right...... This taste...... Is it daughter red? ”

"Huh? How can there be ...... Trimeresurus?? ”

"And ...... Jujube set aging ??? ”

"What is this? Be...... It's eighteen immortals...... Gollum ......"

Cen Xiyan sniffed sharply while muttering the name of the wine, and the more he smelled it, the more he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

(#‵′) convex! What is Brother Yun doing?? How much wine did he make? In the middle of the night, he opened the altar of all these wines, and the smell of wine was scattered in her courtyard, which is what it means?!!!

In the end, she couldn't help it, looked down at the middle coat on her body, turned around decisively, found a spacious and casual robe, returned to the window, turned over and jumped out!

Her body lightly landed on the courtyard wall in the middle of the two mansions, and she glanced at the courtyard of the Rui Wang's Mansion, and saw at a glance that the man in white clothes was sitting in the pavilion blowing the jade flute......

There are many lanterns hanging around the pavilion, and the starlight corresponds to the light, which illuminates the two trees near the pavilion and the flowers are more delicate and moving.

Cen Xiyan suddenly remembered a poem, this is really "the peach blossoms on the human face are red"......

Of course, if there weren't so many mud-sealed jars in the gazebo, maybe it would be more appropriate......

At this time, the man in the pavilion suddenly stopped the sound of the flute, and the jade flute spun in his hand and hung it on his waist.

His slender fingers pinched a wine glass on the stone table, looked up, looked at her on the courtyard wall, raised his glass with both hands, made a toast gesture at her, and then tilted his neck and drank the wine in the glass......

Accompanied by Mo Xianyun's movements, Cen Xiyan involuntarily followed the "coo" and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Mo Xianyun smiled and invited Cen Xiyan: "Brother Suifeng, since you are here, why don't you come in and have a few drinks together?" ”

Cen Xiyan casually wore a men's robe, and Mo Xianyun teased her with the pseudonym "Suifeng".

"Brother Yun is so interested, he naturally can't spoil the fun with the wind, and he will accompany him."

Cen Xiyan tapped the wall on tiptoe and flew into the courtyard of King Rui's Mansion.

When she came to the pavilion, she took off her robe and sat opposite Mo Xianyun, and she couldn't wait to grab an empty wine glass and pour the wine.

"Wait." Mo Xianyun stretched out his hand and blocked the wine jug.

"Huh?" Cen Xiyan looked at Mo Xianyun incomprehensibly.

"As for this wine, I prepared a lot for my brother, but I didn't drink it for nothing." Mo Xianyun smiled at Cen Xiyan and said that he was a peerless person, "I know, Xiyan is embarrassed to always drink my wine for nothing, taking advantage of this, right?" ”

Cen Xiyan wanted to say, she was embarrassed......

But she was a little dizzy when she faced Mo Xianyun's face that was so handsome that everyone was angry and deliberately discharged electricity to her.

The words that come out of your mouth become, "Then what do you want?" ”

"Alas......" Mo Xianyun suddenly sighed faintly, and said in a somewhat low tone: "Xiyan is good at poetry and calligraphy and painting, there are many people in Beijing who have collected Xiyan's tiger hooves and plum pictures, but Xiyan has never painted a painting for me......"

Cen Xiyan blinked, "You want my painting?" Yes, I'll draw it for you tomorrow. ”

"I don't want to be like everyone else."

Cen Xiyan nodded, "Okay, then what do you want me to draw?" ”

"Those flowers and birds are too ordinary...... Mo Xianyun thought for a while, and then smiled and proposed, "It's better to paint it for my brother." ”

"......" Cen Xiyan twitched the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't see that this man still had such a narcissistic side!

"How?" Mo Xianyun looked at Cen Xiyan's eyes and asked.

Cen Xiyan nodded with a black line, "Good ......"

Hearing Cen Xiyan's agreement, Mo Xianyun suddenly showed a satisfied smile, and then clapped his hands and called, "Fall." ”

"It's coming!" In the dark, Fallen agreed.

There was not much time, so he entered the pavilion with a bunch of things, and saluted Mo Xianyun and Cen Xiyan first, "Childe, Miss Cen." ”

After that, he moved quickly and quickly to place things on the stone table.

Cen Xiyan fixed his eyes, and in a moment's effort, the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and pigment on the table were all available!

Later, several large lanterns were lit and gathered around the stone table, illuminating the pavilion as bright as day.

After doing all this, he quickly retreated.

Cen Xiyan was stunned by this series of actions, she blinked, blinked again, and only reacted after a while, Mo Xianyun let Fallen prepare things early in the morning, just waiting for her to agree!

She was a little speechless, "That...... Don't be in such a hurry......"

"It's good to draw a few simple strokes of Xiyan, I'm just ...... I want to see what I look like in the heart of Creek Rock ......"

When Mo Xianyun spoke, his eyes looked at Cen Xiyan with deep tenderness.

Cen Xiyan couldn't resist such a look, and hurriedly nodded: "Okay then......"

With that, he picked up the pen and quickly sketched it on the paper.

Because he wanted to complete the painting quickly, Cen Xiyan did not choose the more detailed but time-consuming gongbi painting method, but used the freehand painting method combined with watercolor painting to paint.

With a few strokes, the picture of a man in white blowing a flute in the cool appeared on the paper, lanterns were hung around the pavilion, echoing with the starlight in the sky, a few delicate flowers naughtily stretched into the pavilion, the night breeze blew, a few petals fluttered down, and fell on the man's plain white robe......

What she painted was the beautiful picture she had just seen standing on the courtyard wall.

The only difference is that the surrounding jars are omitted......

Putting down the pen, Cen Xiyan tilted his head and looked at his work, feeling that the painting was okay.

"Brother Yun, take a look, are you satisfied?"

"Yes, Xiyan's painting skills are exquisite, and he is in a class of his own, so he is naturally very satisfied with his brother." Mo Xianyun nodded with satisfaction, and then stretched out his hand to point to the blank space of the picture, and asked, "Here, Xiyan will mention the poem." ”

"Uh...... Poetry? "Isn't it! Still writing poetry? She's really not good at this!

"Let's just mention the 'peach blossoms on the human face' you just mentioned."

Cen Xiyan said unconsciously before, although the voice was very small, but it was still heard by Mo Xianyun at the tip of his ear.

"Yes...... I can only think of that sentence, which is not poetry at all. "This man, why is it so difficult to serve?!

"Then write this sentence, I think it's a good one."

"Okay......" she was defeated by the narcissistic man.

Cen Xiyan had a black line slipping down his forehead, and after a few strokes, he wrote this poem on the drawing paper......