That's a wonderful brushstroke that belongs to the white clothes!

Hou Cong's whole person is like an ice sculpture that is so angry that it is steaming. Qing Song glanced at the side, held back a smile, and hurriedly took out a big handkerchief for him and sniffed it, and took Mo Hui from his arms, it was that painting, and he couldn't coax it.

"Humph!" Hou Cong took two sips of the taste of the soaked potion, but this heart disease was still suppressed, and his eyes were blowing coldly, sweeping towards Mo Hui. Mo Hui, because of the cherished painting in his hand, met the person in the painting, and was looking forward to the exchange.

Of course, Hou Cong read his expectant face, ready to say something, but felt that he wanted to say too much, and held it in his throat. Qing Song was the roundworm in his stomach, and hurriedly reminded softly, "Eldest son, pick the one you want to say the most." ”

"Oh." Hou Cong cleared his throat, "Tell me, where did I find the portrait on this painting?" ”

Indeed, Hou Cong, who is painted in white, has not improved much compared to when he was his apprentice in the spring, and the villain in the painting has a big head with short limbs, ugly and ridiculous facial features, and a vulgar and stupid expression. The point is, not only does it not look like itself, it does not look like any human being in the world at all!

Mo Hui glanced at it very seriously, and then looked at the "prototype", "It's exactly the same, vivid." ”

Qing Song came out again to maintain justice, "Eldest Prince, why bother arguing with His Royal Highness about this!" The problem with this art, that's inexplicable. ”

"Is it a question of art or not?" Hou Cong's green tendons are about to pop up.

Qing Song hurriedly rubbed his back, "Eldest son, this is an artist's problem!" ”

"Oh, yes!" Hou Cong remembered a more important question, "Your Highness, good man, where did you get this painting?" ”

While asking these words, Hou Cong felt that his heart was about to explode, "Okay, you Yuwen Baiyi, just act in private, felony is on the run, and run to the palace!" And in the mood to engage in artistic creation! ”

Mo Hui opened his mouth: "Ah-" means to eat.

His virtue is actually a bit like a white coat. Hou Cong suppressed the fire, kept "humming" in his heart, handed the painting to Qingsong, picked up the chopsticks and fed Mo Hui a mouthful, with a kind expression on his face, patiently waiting for him to swallow it, "Your Highness, be good-"

"It was given to me by a friend."

"Who's your friend?"

"I won't tell you. Ahh

Hou Cong had no choice but to feed him again, "Your Highness, be good—"

"Ahh

Hou Cong straightened his face and put away his chopsticks, "Don't say it, don't eat it." ”

How could Mo Hui want to let it, "If you don't give it, you won't give it, hum!" Don't work today! After saying that, he muttered, folded his little arms, sat down in the chair, twisted his head, and ignored the people. Hou Cong cast a pleading glance at the daughters of the eunuch palace at the door.

Everyone waved their hands and shook their heads, and one of them said, "Our master is not an ordinary person, you will coax you to provoke your temper." ”

A palace daughter couldn't withstand Hou Cong's beauty crit, so she kindly reminded him: "His Royal Highness likes people to eat with him." ”

For everyone in the world, it is not easy to coax children. Especially a child like Mo Hui, on the one hand, he is smart and cute, on the other hand, he is shrewd and eccentric, on the other hand, he is undoubtedly childish, and on the other hand, he is like a little adult who is difficult to fool, and he initially has the ability to balance all parties and control his majesty with imperial techniques. They were happy to push Mo Hui to Hou Cong, and they could push it for a while. Nothing will happen anyway.

Hou Cong mustered up more courage than going into battle to kill the enemy, walked behind Mo Hui, stretched out his arms, forked into Mo Hui's armpits, pulled him up from the chair like a turnip, and then did it himself, putting him on his knees.

The whole process was smooth and smooth in one go, but it made him extremely nervous, and he didn't dare to breathe. He asked, "You're not still wearing diapers, are you?" ”

"You're only using diapers? You have to wear open crotch pants with diapers! Do you understand? Is there any common sense? Mo Hui said to Hou Cong. I don't think you're worthy of being my friend's portrait, she's smart, not like you! ”

The second half of the sentence mentions the author of this painting, which is in line with Hou Cong's thoughts. Hou Cong cheered up, coaxed and lied, fed Mo Hui a few bites, bit someone's ear, and said softly, "You tell me, that person, is that person tall, just so tall-" He held his hand in the air and gestured.

"Hmm." Mo Hui reluctantly agreed.

"Skinny as a cat."

"Nonsense, the cat raised by the Queen Mother is fat."

"It's beautiful anyway."

"What does it mean to be good-looking?"

Hou Cong was angry again, this little blind man, the white clothes are so good-looking, how could he not see it!

"Pen, ink, paper, inkstone!" Hou Cong shouted.

Qingsong didn't dare to refuse, quickly cleaned up the table, and left a small space to lay paper, grind ink, and hand it to Hou Cong.

I saw him wave his big hand, hug Mo Hui and start creating. Gradually, Mo Hui was stunned, and a lifelike white-clothed portrait depicting his lovesickness and hatred was completed.

"Wow! Like! ”

"Do you understand? That's what it's called! You say, in terms of painting skills, am I better than her, am I win?! Hou Cong was triumphant.

Qing Song put away the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and reminded his master, "Eldest son, this is not important. Ahem. ”

Hou Cong asked Mo Hui in a low voice and amicably, "Is her name Yuwen Baiyi?" ”

"Wow! You really are my real father! Mo Hui exclaimed in surprise, and then hugged Hou Cong's neck and didn't let go.

Hou Cong didn't know why, his heart softened at that moment, although it was a little inexplicable, but he couldn't bear to push it away, but instead hugged Mo Hui, and even shook it, and at the same time cast a sharp look at Qingsong, meaning "Don't look at it!" ”

"Okay, I'm not your father, your father is the one on the dragon chair, you know, you can't talk nonsense. Would you like to take me to see Baiyi? ”

Mo Hui finally let go of the hand holding Hou Cong, he struggled to get off the ground, and Hou Cong put him down. I saw him commanding the eunuch he brought with him full of majesty, "Father-in-law Xiao, get up and go back to the palace!" ”

Hou Cong obediently went downstairs to see Mo Hui, Mo Hui sat on the chariot, majestic and dignified, and ordered, "This person is not allowed to approach the Zhaoqing Palace." ”

Hou Cong was angry. was pulled back to Bihan Tower by Qingsong, persuaded and coaxed to eat two mouthfuls of food, and in a blink of an eye saw that the white-clothed portrait he painted was still there-Mo Hui didn't take it back? Just don't like your own work? If you take it back, let Baiyi see it, and you can still pass on the acacia, now what? Didn't you splash ink in vain?

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, Mo Yanyang came, and grabbed the painting with one hand.

"You are really, General Marquis. People are busy running around, you are here to draw beauties! ”

Hou Cong had to pick up his energy again to deal with the person in front of him. "What did you find?"