Mingyi asked Lin Zhao to go to the front yard to rest first, and asked Lian Shan to send a message to Cen Bo, and ordered the four gentlemen to prepare in the courtyard according to yesterday's arrangement. At this time, Lin Zhao sat down, Mingyi called Yinniang to accompany him, opened a jar of thick wine, sweet and fragrant, and saw him squint his eyes and smile more sincerely. Ming Yi stretched out his hand to him, and he must have hidden a pair.

Lin Zhao smiled awkwardly, took out a short scroll from his sleeve, as if holding some great treasure, and repeatedly admonished: "Be careful." ”

Ming Yi held the scroll in his hand, but the length of a man's palm spread out to both sides, a meter away. It's a panoramic lens in modern photography. The simple and neat courtyard is more simple in his brushstrokes, as ethereal as the clouds, firstly, he also depicts the scenery unintentionally, and secondly, such brushstrokes make it even more immortal for the characters.

Four little ladies chased in this long axis, the former looked back and smiled like a flower, the second body stretched like a floating painting, the third pretended to be angry, the corners of the eyes smiled, the petals in his hands fell with the wind, and the last one fell to the ground, the pear blossoms brought rain, the embroidered shoes were thrown aside, and the barefoot snow white and small and cute were extremely cute.

Ming Yi was dumbfounded, although they were all a few brushstrokes and not meticulously crafted, but the scene had been vividly displayed in front of him, he could hear the laughter and anger like silver bells, smell the grass and the fragrance of residual flowers, and his face seemed to be blown by the breeze, indescribably refreshing and pleasant, infinitely yearning.

Lin Zhao couldn't wait to put the painting back, carefully rolled it up, hid it in his sleeve, and showed a defensive look in his small eyes: "This pair should be my polishing pen, don't fight with me." ”

Ming Yi smiled heartily: "How can I miss Mr.'s brush, this painting is only worthy of Mr. such an infatuated person, don't dare to fight." ”

Lin Zhao regained a smile on his face: "Ming Niangzi knows me." ”

Cen Bo walked over from Chengwei Pavilion, still with a straight waist and strong spirits, since he learned that Yin's mother was not worried about her life, he regained his impeccable stewardship. Cen Bo bowed slightly to Ming Yi and said, "Xiaolang is ready." ”

After that, Cen Bo's eyes fell on Shi Chuchu, who was beside Ming Yi, and stayed for a few seconds, as if nothing happened. But this is already a big case for Cen Bo, who has always been calm and calm.

Ming Yi inevitably muttered in his heart, but he still introduced the two of them first: "This is at the beginning of my future husband's time, this is the steward of the Zhujun Sect, Cen Bo, I intend to ask him to be the steward of Chengwei Pavilion, and I am still waiting for Cen Bo to nod." ”

At the beginning of the time, he saw that Mingyi respected Cen Bo very much, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he respectfully saluted the old man: "There is Lao Cen Bo." ”

Cen Bo looked at Shi Chu twice, nodded, and retreated.

Ming Yi thought that Cen Bo was Wei Ao's cronies back then, and now he doesn't know if he still has a close connection. But it seems that he had some impression of the beginning, or knew something. At first, he didn't seem to have any impression of him.

Lin Zhao said curiously: "It turns out that this is the future husband of Ming Niangzi, and it is rude." ”

At the beginning, he was reluctant to deal with him, nodded casually, and said to Mingyi: "Can you see your treasures in the sky and on the earth?" ”

Ming Yi smiled: "The two of you come with me." ”

In the hospital, before the painting case, Lin Zhao could no longer move.

Not only him, at the beginning of the time, he was obviously shocked by the situation in front of him, and he couldn't take his eyes off it. Ming Yi understood his feelings, he had seen them many times, not to mention that he had seen the shape in advance yesterday, and now that he saw it again, he was still deeply caught and couldn't turn away. I couldn't even bear to walk over, in front, it was clearly a fairy island on the sea, a god son outside the world.

Yesterday, I chose the looks for them one by one, and my eyes fell on the part, and I didn't watch it as a whole. Today, some distance away, the four of them are in the field of vision together, and this shock is increased geometrically.

In addition to their impeccable appearance and figure, what is even more insurmountable is that whether they are masculine or delicate, juvenile or evil, they have a very harmonious feeling, a sense of tranquility that everything in the outside world has nothing to do with me, and the heart sinks like water, and is not stirred. This makes them naturally one and more difficult for others to intervene in.

Lin Zhao's legs trembled a little, and it seemed difficult to take a step, but he still approached step by step, to the front of the painting. Picking up the pen, I fell into meditation again.

At the beginning, he was much more sober than him, and he didn't come closer, for fear of affecting Lin Zhao's painting, but pulled Ming Yi back two steps and said softly: "What Ming Yi said is true, it is difficult to find in the world." ”

Ming Yi felt a sense of loss in his heart at that moment, although he knew that this feeling was a bit vexatious. But as a mortal, in front of the four gentlemen, it is inevitable to be ashamed of oneself, especially in front of one's beloved. Beauty to the extreme, no matter what men and women, only pure beauty, is the existence that can make everyone pleasing to the eye and admire and admire. Looking at Lin Zhao, he knew that he was determined not to paint men, and now he is almost kneeling to paint.

Ming Yi sighed softly, and at the beginning of the time, he was such a considerate and clear person, hugged Ming Yi's arm, and said in his ear: "Rao is the Nine Heavens Immortal in front of me, only Ming Yi moved my heart into my eyes." ”

Mingyi's face was hot again, but he couldn't stop laughing: "Then let's go out and wait, it seems that we will have to paint for a long time." ”

Seeing that Lin Zhao still hadn't put down his pen at this moment, he shook his head with a smile: "Mr. Lin has encountered a problem." ”

Ming Yi covered his mouth and smiled: "He is afraid that he will not be able to paint such a beautiful appearance, let's give him a side of the world and let him control it." ”

The two walked around hand in hand, walked from the side of the courtyard to Chengwei Pavilion, and went upstairs to return to the room, which was rare for a long time. But both of them had a feeling of wanting to speak and stopping.

Ming Yi decided to speak first: "Uncle Cen seems a little surprised to see you, have you ever seen him before?" ”

"Never." At the beginning, it was very certain.

Ming Yi weighed it, and still said: "He used to be Wei Ao's subordinate, and he was deeply trusted. ”

Shi Zhizhi said lightly: "Since he is the manager of the Zhujun Sect, he must be a person trusted by Master Wei." It's just that adults rarely tell me about the workshop, and I just know that this intelligence agency exists. It's been scattered lately, right? Adults also seem to think that this is a bit inappropriate. ”

Ming Yi sighed in his heart, even if he was so smart and wise, after all, he had a preconceived idea of worshipping Wei Ao. Obviously, Wei Ao's behavior was originally an indiscriminate method of using the unsightly trade of men, but now he treats those who have made contributions to him as an abandoned pawn, and he is a villain from beginning to end. In his eyes, it was an extraordinary measure of necessity at the beginning, but now he is a righteous man and gentleman who sets things right, and everything is good.

But these words, she had a mirror in her heart, but it was difficult to say. Maybe he won't turn his face when he says it, but she doesn't want to be such a barrier between the two, and she doesn't want to break the idealistic side of his heart. Time passes, people see everything, and everything will fall into place. 2k reading web