originally wanted to blame Qin Qin'er for sending the corpse with this female corpse, but now that the person is alive, if she says that she was murdered, wouldn't she have provoked right and wrong for no reason, and she would hurry up to deal with this woman at the moment.

"The prince is heroic, just look at his face and know that he is an immortal figure, that is, what kind of witchcraft is there, under such a look, how can he use it?"

When Yun Langge heard that he was going to beat himself to death with a stick, he was also anxious, so he quickly knelt down and begged for help.

"Lord Wang, you might as well let this beauty try, besides, there are many guards here, if the painting is not good, it is not too late to kill it!"

Qin Qin'er saw through Liu Kite's trick, so naturally she couldn't be complacent.

"Someone, prepare pen and paper!"

As soon as Yejun gave an order, someone immediately held a bookcase, on which were placed the four treasures of the study and other tools for painting.

Yun Langge stabilized her mind, she was a painting addict in her previous life, and she has always been handy at painting, she looked at the man in front of her.

Yejun was born handsome, his facial features were like carvings, he always looked at people carelessly, and his sharp eyes were like the main god who was decisive on the battlefield.

Yun Langge just glanced at it, and he could think of how heroic this person was on the battlefield!

Her heart was full of inspiration, and she lifted her pen like a divine help.

Ye Junli sat on the main seat and saw Yun Langge painting with a serious face, and only looked at himself twice, but he didn't react again, saying that it was an assassin, it was too imprudent.

"I'm done!"

Yun Langge raised the painting excitedly, the ink had not dried, and everyone gasped when they saw the portrait on the paper.

The depictions on the paper are delicate and lifelike, and they are actually the appearance of the Night King riding a fierce horse and crisscrossing the field!

"Nonsense!"

"Someone! Drag this woman down and beat her to death! ”

The first to react was Liu Kite, her face was whiter than rice paper, she stomped her feet and stared at the woman in front of her, and couldn't help but peek at the reaction of Yejun in the hall.

Since King Chen injured his leg and became disabled in order to block arrows for today's saint, the topic of legs has become a taboo for everyone, and occasionally if he mentions it for a long time, he will be punished very seriously.

The perennial disability made Ye Junli bitter and hateful about this matter, and his mood was gloomy and moody.

Qin Qin'er also turned a little white face: "Quick!" Put the painting away! ”

Yun Langge looked confused, what did she do wrong? Why everyone is scared crazy.

She looked at Yejun Li on the stage, handsome, calm and rebellious, completely consistent with what she painted.

"Why do you want to paint like that?"

Yejun Li waved his hand and stopped the guards who wanted to come forward.

"Because the prince is not like the prince."

Yun Langge smiled and spoke, his crescent-like eyes were very good-looking.

"The prince is more like a god of war."

Ye Junli looked at Yun Langge's eyes, those eyes were open, direct, and clear without any impurities.

Just said to himself bluntly that the prince is like a god of war.

Ye Junli lowered his eyes slightly, the Xiao Kill in his memory seemed to be still in his ears, and behind this high lobby, he also seemed to be able to smell the blood of the soldiers in the battle.

"It's very well drawn, Cen Xi, reward!"

He raised his eyes, looked at the woman in the hall, and said slowly.

Everyone was shocked and looked at the kneeling woman in disbelief.

No one has ever been able to lift the prince's leg and be safe.

"Thank you, Lord Wang!"

Yun Langge didn't know what these people were marveling at, and happily escaped by himself.

She looked at her sketch, but also a little amazed, she had to return to nature in her previous life to create a bottleneck, to climb the snow-capped mountain, did not expect to cross, but the inspiration is like a spring, this painting regardless of the intention, the brushstrokes are excellent, although it is a sketch, go back can also be sold for a good price.

"Stay in the house, spend two days of the Peony Flower Festival, and leave after painting the spring scene."

As soon as Yejunli's voice fell, the farce in the hall finally ended, although the guests were still curious, but they had always known Yejunli's temper, so they quickly packed up their emotions and continued to drink as if nothing had happened.

Qin Qin'er also breathed a sigh of relief, and when she looked at Liu Kite, she couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Only Liu Yuan hated it very much, staring at Yun Langge, who didn't know anything over there, and grinded his teeth fiercely.

At the end of the banquet, the housekeeper took Yun Langge to the guest room.

Yun Langge was not dead, and he had inspiration again, and even the unhappiness of suddenly crossing into a strange place disappeared, and he happily followed the housekeeper.

Who knew that she was stopped by the willow kite halfway, she hung the willow eyebrows, stood in front of the road with her waist crossed, and was full of shrew's style.

The housekeeper was a little helpless: "Concubine Fang, the prince has ordered, let me take her to the guest room, don't embarrass me." ”

"Housekeeper, you are an old man, you have always been sensible, how can I make it difficult for you to do it, you go and take care of your own business first, I will bring this sister over."

The housekeeper glanced at Yun Langge hesitantly, but still sighed and left.

Liu Kite smiled coldly, beckoned, and immediately a few grandmothers carried Yun Langge to the firewood room.

"Qin Qin'er, this little slut, how can you find such a fox!"