Ye Yu's words made the restrained first painting even more cramped, and the somewhat stiff delicate body sat mechanically beside Ye Yu.

At this moment, she felt that her cheeks were red and hot, and her heart was pounding like a rabbit.

At the beginning, she was sent to Ye Yu to sleep, but Ye Yu did not offend her in autumn.

But even so, the nervous feeling of sleeping in the same bed at the beginning is still fresh in my memory after such a long time in the first painting.

"Master Hou, do you drink alcohol or tea?"

"Drinking tea, I rarely drink alcohol......"

Ye Yu gave a disobedient answer lightly, not because he rarely drank alcohol, but because it was better to drink less in this place.

Alcohol can mess with sex, and he doesn't want to do that......

Most of the women in Qinglou are talented and talented, and they can become the first of the four flowers in Qinxianglou, and the talent of the first painting is naturally needless to say.

A series of tea brewing processes, although not as professional as Wu Qingyin, but the whole process is also pleasing to the eye.

"Hou Ye came in person, which really flattered the first painting......"

What Chu Hua said was from the bottom of her heart, because when she sent the famous thorn, she didn't have much hope.

With the height that Ye Yu is at now, it is natural that many dignitaries and dignitaries will send famous assassination posts. In the vast sea of famous thorn worship posts, her famous thorn of the Qinglou woman naturally seems insignificant.

However, what she didn't expect was that Ye Yu not only saw her famous thorn, but took the initiative to come to meet her today, which was an indescribable throbbing for Chu Hua's mood at the moment.

However, what the first painting didn't know was that Ye Yu was able to see the famous thorn she delivered, which was completely deliberately caused by Baili Feng.

Among the hundreds of posting names, only the first painting was chosen, if it is a coincidence, it is obviously unreasonable.

Ye Yu drank the tea brewed by the first painting, and then smiled: "Since you and I are old acquaintances, Ye also has the intention of coming to visit!" ”

"Really?" When Chu Hua heard this, Zhen raised his head slightly and suddenly raised his head, looking at Ye Yu with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Ahem, by the way, the girl in the first painting is in the famous thorn, saying that there are Danqing paintings that need to be tasted by Ye, I don't know ......" Ye Yu awkwardly dodged the hot eyes of the first painting, and deliberately led the topic to the right track.

He came here in person today, not because he really meant to visit, but because he wanted to save the step of visiting the first painting.

Although it is said that interacting with famous prostitutes in Qinglou is a fashion for the current scholars, and Ye Yu is not a person who is bound by etiquette, it is better to be less troubled at this critical time.

As Baili Feng said, his reputation is there, and his every move will cause a lot of fluctuations.

People in the world are always mixed, some praise you for your chic and talented life, and naturally many people sour and abuse you for being greedy for money and lustful.

Although Ye Yu doesn't care much about these, it's better not to increase the topic!

Although the first painting is not good at words, he is also a person with a blue heart, so he can naturally see the meaning of Ye Yu's avoidance.

"Please wait a minute...... Chu Hua was secretly disappointed in his heart, but there was a bitter smile on his face.

Walking lightly into the boudoir of the inner room, the first painting walked out with a scroll in his hand.

"Please let Master Hou give me advice!"

Ye Yu solemnly took the scroll and responded seriously: "Don't dare to teach, the girl's painting skills are already outstanding, you and I can learn from each other!" ”

"Hou Ye's talent is the best today, how dare he ...... the first painting"

Ye Yu smiled without saying a word, then got up and unfolded the scroll on the table.

What catches your eye is a picture of a lotus flower in full bloom, the petals are delicately delineated, pitched and turned, extremely natural, and obviously rigorously sketched.

The lotus heart in the flower has taken shape, the stamens are dense, and the whole flower appears vibrant.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Ye Yu couldn't help but admire this painting after looking at it.

When Chu Hua heard that Ye Yu praised his paintings, he was very happy in his heart, but he still humbly questioned: "Really? ”

"Seriously!"

Ye Yu said with a finger of the lotus flower in the painting, and said seriously: "Lotus, also known as lotus and hibiscus flowers. This flower occupies most of the picture, and it is inevitable that painting in this way will expose the lack of detail at the end......"

"However, you only slightly embellish the lotus leaves and lotus stems behind the flowers, not filling the space and leaving enough blank space. This handwriting seems to be superficial and disorganized, but it is sparse and dense, the virtual and the real are commensurate, and the beauty of the artistic conception is naturally formed, if it is not very wonderful, what is it? ”

After Ye Yu praised it, he showed a trace of doubt: "But why didn't the girl inscribe this painting?" ”

"The first painting knowledge is shallow, and it is difficult to embellish the wonderful sentences, so I want to ask the Hou Ye to draw an inscription for this, I don't know ......"

"Let Ye write an inscription?"

Ye Yu looked puzzled, but it made Chu Hua's heart tighten, thinking that his request was too extravagant, so he bowed his head and said in disappointment: "Chu Hua is presumptuous." ”

"Uh, you're mistaken, I ......"

Ye Yu really wanted to say that he was not proficient in poetry, because the poems of the Tang and Song dynasties were written by his predecessors, and the poetry masters after the Southern Song Dynasty could not surpass him, even if he wanted to plagiarize two poems, he had no manuscript.

This is also the reason why he has never written poetry, and he has done a lot of writing books and speaking so far.

So it's really difficult for him to think of a poem or a poem temporarily.

Seeing that Chu Hua looked like Qi Qi Ran and had a questioning look, Ye Yu finally felt the helplessness of being burdened by his reputation at this moment.

So he shook his head helplessly and said, "What's the matter, the girl is so generous, Ye will be ugly!" ”

Now at his height, if he can't write poetry, no one will believe it.

Taking over the brush handed over by the first painting, Ye Yu groaned slightly, brewing poems in his mind.

"There it is!"

Ye Yu's mind moved, and then he dipped his feet in ink, sketching words in the blank space of the scroll, and the gesture was like a strong wind and grass, just a moment of effort.

"Ten miles of green mountains far away,

The tidal flat road is sandy.

A few birds complain about the years,

It is a time of desolation again, at the end of the earth;

White dew harvests the residual heat,

The breeze sets the sunset.

Lotus flowers on the bank of the green poplar embankment,

I remember the wine and the family when I was young. ”

Seeing Ye Yu finish writing the first painting, Zhen Shou read the words in the painting in a slightly low mouth.

"Good words!"

The admiration of the first painting made Ye Yu blush a little, because he knew that this song was actually not very brilliant. After all, the wonderful sentences written about hibiscus lotus flowers have been written by the seniors, and there is no way to do it.

At this moment, suddenly there was a noise outside the room.

Listening to the hurried and chaotic footsteps, as well as Qiu Niang's familiar voice from far and near, Ye Yu knew that the sound source was approaching here......