Isn't it just "watching the snow in the Lake Pavilion"?

She learned!

Shen Yanjun held a pickled pepper phoenix claw in his mouth, held the tail of the brush with one hand, and wrote and drew on the rice paper.

Three or two strokes of the sketch, soon the winter lake, the small pavilion in the middle of the lake depicted, as well as a small boat, two leisure tourists.

After gnawing on the phoenix claws, seeing that Helian Qi in the middle had not come out yet, Shen Yanjun was holding a bag of potato chips to eat, leisurely cocking a pair of Erlang's legs, with a leisurely expression.

Suddenly, there was a faint noise inside.

Shen Yanjun hurriedly threw away the potato chips and threw them into the space.

Be serious.

Helian Qi changed into a purple cardigan robe, the cuffs were embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns, the complicated patterns were dazzling, but he didn't feel heavy, and a pair of satin official boots under his feet.

Shen Yanjun noticed someone's burning gaze at her, her eyes opened with a smile, and her chin raised slightly:

"Your Highness, I'm done painting, please come and check it?"

Helian Qi caught a glimpse of the tender yellow crumbs at the corners of her mouth, and his eyes were slightly dull, he clearly said that he was not allowed to eat.

Slowly approaching her, Helian Qi inadvertently glanced at the desk, there was no pastry, where did Shen Yanjun come to eat?

His eyes fell on the painting on the desk, but he couldn't take his eyes off it.

With a few brushstrokes, the ice lake, the lonely boat, and the pavilion in the middle of the lake are realistic and beautiful, and a few words are attached next to it:

The rime is thick, the sky and the clouds and the mountains and the water, up and down are white. The shadow on the lake, only a trace of the long causeway, a little pavilion in the center of the lake, and a mustard with the rest of the boat, and only two or three people in the boat.

Helian Qi's eyebrows were like mountains: "Heh... Is this poetry? ”

He called her to write poems, what the hell is this? There is no basic common sense of poetry rhyme, flat, rhyme, battle, and do not follow the rules to compose poems.

Shen Yanjun looked at it, it was indeed not a poetic style, but a beautiful literary style, and the jade hand stroked his jaw and argued:

"Although it's not a poem, doesn't Your Highness think these two sentences are particularly well written? The snowflakes and water vapor on the surface of the lake are mixed together, and the sky, clouds, and lake water combine to form a magnificent snow scene that is indistinguishable. The following numbers are accurate and vivid, how wonderful! ”

Helian Qi glanced at her obliquely, with a hint of sneer in his cold eyes, in his opinion, Shen Yanjun's face was thicker than mink boots, and his self-boasting eloquence had also improved rapidly.

He stood alone, his hand holding the brush white and slender, and he wrote a seven-character quatrain next to Shen Yanjun's classical Chinese.

The sentences are concise, and the tone is frustrated.

Even the handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing is also strong!

Shen Yanjun read it in a low voice, her face was slightly red, and in writing the Seven Uniques, she was not as good as a native of the ancients.

"His Royal Highness has only learned people, and his subordinates admire him."

Helian Qi finally raised his eyebrows: "Sycophant, come here." ”

He made a narrow gap, meaning to let her in?

Shen Yanjun pursed his lips, a little hesitant, and imagined that scene in his mind, like a handsome and noble beautiful man holding a young man who was still immature, cough cough...

The rotten girl looks at the human base, and she also looks at herself?

Before she could pass, Helian Qi pulled Shen Yanjun over, and when he got very close, he smelled a trace of ginseng fragrance, mixed with a cold sweet and delicious milky fragrance.

"Your Highness, what am I going to do?"

Shen Yanjun felt that his posture was very awkward, and he was forced to circle in front of him, and the cramped space and cold manly atmosphere always had a feeling of being a prey.

He bowed his head: "Copy my poem and memorize it." ”

The mellow and deep male voice, speaking at a low speed, like the flowing water of the winding mountain spring, circled her ears.