"This ...... Be! ”

It's not too late, how could I not know that this is what Hu Yanjiong meant by letting her go for the time being, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, the marshal, the little one is not a lie!" ”

With that, he pulled his leg and walked to the table again. During this process, Shi Feiwan always felt Hu Yanjiong's sharp gaze fall on him. Shi Feitai didn't dare to say much, but when he walked to the table, he still asked: "Marshal, do I draw a map first, or do I draw a portrait first?" ”

"Portraits." Hu Yanjiong replied without even thinking about it.

Shi Feiwan was surprised at the bottom of his heart, and he was busy with his mouth, and he began to pick up new papers in his hands.

took the new paper, and it was not too late to find that there were several portraits stacked under the portrait just now: all beautiful pictures, red clothes, green clothes, and ...... It's all yourself!

It's just that I didn't know how to paint late, and I could see that the paintings were not made by the same person as the previous one, but that they were Kyoto's own, and they should have been made by artists.

It was too late, but he didn't dare to look at it, so he took a blank piece of paper and hurriedly picked up a pen and drew it.

It takes a long time to draw. Shi Feiwan felt sleepy, but after painting for a while, he saw that Hu Yanjiong was still in this study. But now he went to a stool, sat down, brought a book, and began to read.

It's not too late, it's amazing. In the middle of the night, this person didn't go to rest, could it be that he was waiting for her painting?

"When you see her, how do you look at her?"

Shi Feiwan was thinking about it, and after a while, he suddenly heard the sound of turning books in the study, and a light male voice rose in his ears

"......" you? She?

It's not too late.

"Is the marshal asking the county lord of Hui'an?"

After a long while, Shi Feiwan replied timidly.

"Haven't you seen her?" Hu Yanjiong's voice rose again.

"This ......" Shi Feiwan's eyes swelled with different colors, and she didn't dare not answer, "she ...... As rumored, he is good-looking. ”

"How good-looking, maybe the Tiancheng County Lord who is bigger than you?" Hu Yanjiong asked again.

"......" Shi Feiwan was silent, thinking that while complaining about what strange question this person was asking, he thought that this person was probably gossiping, after all, everyone has gossip, so he said: "

"When it comes to appearance, the small ones think ......"

"If this handsome is not about appearance, but about talent?" Who wants to Hu Yanjiong asked again.

"......" Shi Feiwan stopped before replying: "The marshal said that he laughed, if you talk about talent, who can compare with my Chu State Tiancheng County Lord?" ”

"Really?"

When the sound fell, he heard Hu Yanjiong drop two words lightly, not mocking, just a questioning tone, as if he was really thinking about this problem.

It was not too late to answer more, so he only sped up and began to paint his own paintings, and in his heart he began to ponder the purpose of this person's assessment of his talent. Fortunately, Hu Yanjiong didn't speak out again after that.

I relaxed a lot when I was not late, and I couldn't help but feel sleepy and speed up my painting. About an hour later, Shi Feiwan put down his pen before he picked up the painting and took the initiative to say to Hu Yanjiong, "Marshal, the painting is ready, marshal, please take a look." ”

When these words fell, Hu Yanjiong didn't answer, and the first Beirong soldier said in surprise: "So fast? ”

Although an hour has passed, Hu Yanjiong is still here, flipping through the books in his hands. Hearing this, he raised his head, and it was not too late to turn his gaze.

It is impossible for him to pick up the painting himself. Shi Feiwan's eyes flashed with a hint of villain, and he walked up to him and said, "Marshal, please take a look." ”

Seeing her reaction, the surrounding Beirong soldiers thought that she must be very satisfied with her paintings, and also wanted to go over and take a look. But that was the beauty picture that the marshal wanted, and it was really not good for them to appreciate it together in the past.

But he still curiously and secretly looked at Hu Yanjiong's reaction.

Hu Yanjiong had already taken over the portrait with one hand at this time. The other person was still sitting in his chair, glancing down at the painting in his hand, and then he froze in place......

"In fact, the clothes have not been painted in detail, so show them to the marshal first, and if the marshal is satisfied, the small ones will be painted." It's not too late, and his expression is pretending to be confident.

However, she can indeed be confident!

Because Hu Yanjiong's sudden stunned reaction at this time has confirmed her success.

Painting "Hui'an County Lord"? Who knows better than herself? As for painting? This era is not late, but it is indeed cultivated by people since childhood, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are indeed all unique. In addition, I still have the skills of modern sketching, color and oil painting in my memory, and the combination of several is enough to paint amazing paintings in this era.

Although the pen is not good at sketching, the principle of dealing with the relationship between light and dark is the same, not to mention that she has just used a wooden skewer to supplement the hard pen drawing method. Hu Yanjiong's gaze is locked on the portrait at the moment: the sky is dark, the moon is high, the clouds are light, and the scene is the same as his painting. A woman dressed in white, with black hair and a dagger in her hand, was exactly the same as his drawing. But...... The style of painting is completely changed! On the portrait, the woman's cold eyebrows when she bowed her head are real and clear. A glance swept over, and the hand was like a real person......

Hu Yanjiong's own painting skills are unparalleled. In his memory, the man's cold eyes seemed to be independent of another world, and he had recalled them countless times since the night of the fight...... He thought that this was probably because he didn't want to admit that Cen Yin's vision was really good, and maybe it was because it was really special and unforgettable! Only those eyes can only exist in memory.

He has repeatedly raised his pen and painted many times, but he still has not restored a few points.

But the picture in front of me ......

The turbulent waves rolled in the bottom of his heart, and Hu Yanjiong, who couldn't believe that a little bandit would have such a painting skill, suddenly lost his mind. lost his mind because of his painting skills, and also lost his mind because of the people in the paintings......

Can......

It was just after this moment of distraction. When he looked up again, the picture in front of him changed in an instant-

A sharp dagger suddenly shot at him—

That's incredible speed! Lightning!

“……”

Almost none of the Beirong soldiers who were guarding around could react in time. Or rather, they reacted, but they didn't have the speed to stop it.

As the dagger approached his neck in the blink of an eye, Hu Yanjiong's gaze passed through the sharp cold dagger and collided with a pair of completely changed eyes-

Clear as water, cold as ice, and with a touch of monstrous hatred in his eyes!

And in the eyes of the master...... Isn't it the little bandit who was painting a dogleg a moment ago?

"Protect the marshal......" The Beirong soldiers exclaimed.

Can...... It's too late! If you want to protect yourself, you can only rely on Hu Yanjiong himself!

Is he dead? It's assassination, and what ordinary people say can succeed if they succeed?

After a short accident in Hu Yanjiong's eyes, he did not panic. A long sword in his waist was instantly drawn out and stabbed at the person in front of him. Albeit...... The moment he drew his sword, he felt his hand tingle: the portrait was poisonous!

But it's not very toxic, and he's very human. Albeit a bit slower than usual. The long sword still swung out in front of the dagger.

Tear......

With a sound, the long sword stabbed the murderer's body, and the murderer screamed "ah" in an instant, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

Hu Yanjiong sneered sarcastically, and secretly thought: That's it, I also want to calculate him! Scold!

Only......

But it was just when the murderer bent over and seemed to fall to the ground, and in an instant, the picture changed again:

The man's bent posture turned into a forward posture in an instant, a backward dagger, and in an instant he moved forward again, and then—

Cold and tightly attached to Hu Yanjiong's neck!

"Marshal, please let him go." At this time, it is not too late to sneer!

The doglegs and fear and cowering are no longer there, there is no need to disguise at this time, the hatred in his eyes is undiminished, but the dagger is not directly pushed into a knife and kills Hu Yanjiong's life.

Because - holding him hostage is not too late for the purpose of this time!

Yes, only hijacking!

This is the only way to escape!

Speaking of everything that is not late tonight, it is all for this moment! Since she was surrounded by the Beirong army, she knew in her heart that she would never be able to escape by fighting!

If you want to give birth, you can only let the Beirong people let them go by themselves!

If you want them to let go, there is no other way than to coerce the commander of the first army!

How to hold ...... hostage This is not a simple question.

If it were those half bandits, I wouldn't dare to think about it. But it's not too late to know: first, she has fast enough skills, second, her weak and useless appearance is enough to be underestimated, and third, only she knows that Hu Yanjiong is injured now!

The layer of Cen Yin in Luzhou hurt him so badly, and he probably couldn't recover from it every month or so!