Like you said, please tell me what this world has to immortalize.

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She is laid-back and quiet, but her beauty is thrilling.

Li Bai once had a poem, killing one person in ten steps, such a beauty, hidden under the quiet appearance, is an aggressive sense of imminence.

Jian Wei couldn't help but be glad that she was still masked now, otherwise, she would definitely be ashamed of herself.

The shopkeeper and the two little servants she brought with her seemed to have been stupid and stood there dumbfounded.

Jian Wei was the first to come back to her senses, and she coughed: "The villain Jane has seen King Yin and Princess Yin. ”

Wan Yan Yuan motioned for her to bow and asked, "I don't know what gift Hua Man prepared for my beautiful lady?" ”

Jian Wei smiled: "For a person like Madame, how can ordinary mundane things be worthy, if you can barely count it, then there are only stars in the sky, and the rainbow in the clouds can be described a few points." ”

Her compliments were indeed amazing, and with Jian Wei's sincere eyes and unmiscolored expression, it was really touching.

Sa Mao couldn't help but smile slightly.

Wan Yanyuan saw his wife laughing, and his mood seemed to be much better: "Then please start sir." ”

Janeway had already waited and seen her position when she came.

She coughed vigorously twice, motioned for a few subordinates to come back to their senses, and the two little servants placed the things covered in their hands in a jade plate according to Janeway's instructions.

She turned around and took a step back and said, "Please ask the princess to unveil it herself." ”

Wan Yan Yuan glanced at Sa Mao, then got up and stepped forward, Sa Mao has no different color, until the silk is uncovered, under the bright sun is a plate of beads that are more crystal clear than crystal, carefully arranged into a lotus flower shape, colorful, to be looked at, but it is transparent and nothing.

She stood up in surprise and walked over, the novice twisted a bead and put it in the sun to look closely, it was a dazzling light, and when she placed it flat in the palm of her hand, she could clearly see her palm prints.

Sa Mao looked at it carefully for a while and asked, "What is this?" ”

Janeway remained silent: "It doesn't have a name now, the villain calls it glass." ”

"Sparkling glass?" She tilted her head and thought, "That's appropriate." ”

Although Wan Yanyuan was surprised, but he was originally a royal family, and he had seen a lot of rare and rare things, and now when he saw this glass lotus, although he was a little surprised, he was not very out of shape, and when he saw that Sa Mao liked it, he didn't care about a flower shop sending some products that did not belong to his own wife.

Sa Mao looked at it carefully for a while, and then raised the glass beads in front of herself, she could actually see her appearance on it, she was pleasantly surprised to approach the remaining lotus, only to see that each bead had a small self on it.

She seemed to be touched by something, and suddenly put down the beads and sighed.

Wan Yanyuan hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

She shook her head, "Nothing. ”

He glanced at the glass lotus, and then at Janeway.

Jian Wei is also a woman, so she naturally understood what she thought, her face is fleeting, her youth is short, she is always as beautiful as a flower, how can she be an enemy like water.

She immediately bowed and said, "Princess, the villain has another gift for the princess." ”

Sa Mao looked at her suspiciously, and motioned for her to continue.

Jian Wei said: "The villain learned Danqing when he was young, and he was used to painting with eyebrows, if the princess did not dislike it, the villain could dare to give it a try, not to be able to describe the princess's beauty, but it could also leave a little resemblance." ”

When Sa Mao heard that it was Meidai painting, he already felt fresh, and when he heard her say that she could leave a little resemblance, he was immediately moved, and immediately asked Yan Yuan to order someone to take the best Meidai over.

Janeway privately thinks that the thrush Dai in ancient times is similar to today's special pencils. When she was a child, she had studied sketching for a period of time under the special care of her teacher, and she used to paint and sell for people in the square.

After sitting there in a regular manner for half an hour, Janeway stopped writing and got up, and she put a piece of rice paper on her painting and presented it to Samao.

Wan Yanyuan next to him couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and he also leaned over, just glanced at it, and he was stunned.

The woman on the painting is painted in plain color, but one stroke at a time, it is delicate and lifelike.

When he looked at it, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and knocked his hand off in disgust, and the look at that moment was extremely gentle, and Jane Wei was stunned.

She left the palace and returned to the store, still thinking about the appearance of Samao, and only felt that if a woman was born like this, even if it was not a red face, she would definitely be ruined.

Sighing in his heart, he couldn't help but take out a pen and paper, and draw it carefully, and it was done overnight, almost without stagnation.

After the last stroke, she looked at her work with satisfaction, different from the shape of the afternoon, this painting is completely godlike.

She was amazed at how she put pen to paper, and out of appreciation for this rare model, she put her name on it.

It is better to fall into the city and the country, and it is difficult to get a beautiful woman. Sprinkle Mao.

Janeway was written on the seventh day of the seventh month.

It has not yet been decided whether Sa Mao will overthrow the city and the country, and it is already clear that she completely dumped the shopkeeper, and he is always looking for an opportunity to hang out outside the palace of the king.

Such a tiger's plucking behavior first aroused Jian Wei's vigilance, but once the thing of love came, it was overwhelming, and tens of thousands of horses could not be pulled back, so Jian Wei had no choice but to leave the shopkeeper Zhang in the inner courtyard to do some housekeeping to minimize his opportunities and time to go out.

It's a pity that Shopkeeper Zhang didn't appreciate Jian Wei's good intentions.

After a sunny afternoon, the shopkeeper disappeared completely with some of Janeway's silver tickets and the painting.

Janeway touched her nose, it turns out that although love can stimulate people's potential, sometimes it is not to stimulate those good potentials to make people better, but it may go from white to black.

She stomped her foot hatefully, not knowing that she was more heartbroken about that thing, the silver ticket or the painting.

Finally, she cursed: "Let's go, let's go, let's go crazy, and see what else can be done." After that, I found Zhao's shopkeeper to post a notice in a conspicuous place full of flowers, Zhang Moumou escaped with money, and if his whereabouts were informed, he would be rewarded.

Let's put the relationship aside.

Although she thinks well, she usually can't hide from what she should come.

In ancient times, there were two kinds of people, who were easy to say in one word, and they generally had two names. God-man, crow's mouth.

Although Jian Wei didn't know what others called herself, Shopkeeper Zhang would definitely call her a crow's mouth unceremoniously now.

He ran less than half a street with the money, and was stolen by the thief to take refuge in his body, so he had no choice but to go to a neighboring county to seek refuge with relatives, but before he arrived, he received the news that the person who was taken refuge was involved in a bribery case and was imprisoned.

In this way, he is really at a loss, there is no way forward, and there is no way back.

After hesitating for a few days, Shopkeeper Zhang returned to Yanjing with a hungry stomach.

Suddenly, he was not recognized, he was unkempt, his face was full of hunger, except for some parts of his clothes, the original color could be seen, and the whole person was completely different. So this can't be blamed on the unenthusiastic report of the people of Yanjing.

Zhang Yilian was hungry for two days, touching the shadow of his childhood when he was hungry when he was a child, and then remembering that he was full of food and clothing, Jian Wei's kindness to his subordinates, he regretted it for a while, and his liver ached, he curled up on the side of the street, while he couldn't wipe his face, and hoped that someone with good Samaritans could give a little charity.

And the initial infatuation and that violent heartbeat gradually calmed down, and the painting sparkled in the midsummer sun shining through the trees.

A ruffian passing by the street walked over and stepped back, pinching his chin to look at the beggar who was dying of hunger, wondering what he was holding.

The ruffian had always been impatient, and as he thought so, he reached out and tugged tentatively, hugging it tightly.

He pulled again, Zhang Yimu and others raised his head, and before he could figure out what was going on, he was kicked hard in the chest, and at the same time, as soon as his hand was loosened, the painting was also taken away.

He sighed with difficulty, and without taking a breath, he fell into a deep darkness.

The ruffian got what he wanted, and the life or death of the beggar was obviously not in his consideration.

He was busy checking the loot in his hand, the scroll was slowly opened, from the tips of his hair, the beautiful neck and chin of the wheel, his hand involuntarily lightened, I don't know when he had held his breath: what kind of face would it be under such delicate brushstrokes?

I am accustomed to seeing the elegant and light ink paintings, but I did not expect such a carving-like technique, as if putting people on the paper little by little.

He finally opened the whole picture.

Many years later, this ruffian has become a small leader on Yanjing Street, and at a feast of the gang boss, everyone is fascinated by the boss's new beauty, only he drinks calmly, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

The boss was finally curious: "Don't you think my new lady is beautiful?" ”

He put down the wine cup, got up and replied, "My little brother saw a face that has never been seen in the world many years ago, and since then, I have never seen a figure that can compare to one-twelfth or twelfth. ”

"Oh?" The boss became interested, "Where did you see such a stunning beauty, where is it now?" ”

He bowed his head and replied: "It is better to fall into the city and the country, and it is difficult to get a beautiful woman." She's dead. ”

The boss sighed yearning and melancholy: "It's a pity." ”

He silently returned to his seat and went back to drinking. Looking back at the past.

On that day, he got the painting and stood at the corner of the street, completely stunned, not even noticing that the official sedan chair of a certain adult had come, until the soldiers who opened the way pushed him to the ground, and the scroll fell to the ground, and he hurriedly picked it up, but immediately the fast guards grabbed it.

Only then did he come to his senses and hurriedly bowed down.

The calligraphy and painting were handed into the official sedan chair, and after a while, he heard someone inside ask, "Where did you get this?" ”

He didn't dare to look at the beggar with a weak heart, and hurriedly said, "The villain picked it up." ”

The person inside did not speak, and in the short silence, his cold sweat was dripping down, and he only buried his head lower.

Less than a quarter of an hour, for him, became so long.

He finally heard the man inside say, "Let's go." ”

I don't know if it's his heart or fear, he feels that the person who is talking is trying to suppress his emotions, like a dough that has been fermented and covered heavily, and there is an excitement that wants to speak and stops.