Li Minglou's letter had only been sent away for four or five days, and Wu Ya'er's letter had arrived.

"Counting, it should be at the same time that the young lady writes the letter." Jiang Ming carried a big burden and shook vigorously, "It's fur again?" It's not autumn yet. ”

Yuan Ji made a straight face: "Open and check." ”

Jiang Ming shook his burden and hesitated: "Do I check it too?" ”

The things sent by Wu Ya'er were directly to Li Minglou, and Fang Er could take a look at them.

Yuan Ji said: "Now that Hebei Province has been recovered and the capital has been recovered, the safety of the eldest lady is very important." ”

If the eldest lady has an accident, Wu Ya'er can get two places by herself and come directly to take over.

The closer the relationship, the more profitable it is, and the more dangerous it is.

Jiang Ming was ashamed: "Miss was not confused, but I relaxed my vigilance first, my instinct has degenerated." ”

He shook off the burden and took out his fur fur and carefully examined it......

Yuanji looked through the letters, the letters were nothing, thin ones, he sniffed them, there was no poison.

"This is, Painttube?" Fang Er squatted aside and pointed to the long tube rolling out of the fur fur.

Jiang Ming opened it and said with a smile: "Hebei Province is rich, it seems that Wudu has obtained a lot of good things, and he doesn't have to make his own dogs to make incense, and he starts to send elegant calligraphy and paintings......"

As he spoke, he unfolded the scroll, his voice stopped abruptly, and he lowered his head to look down, and Motoyoshi Fangji also stared at the portrait and stopped moving and talking.

A group of men sitting or standing, holding knives or bows and shooting arrows, also look back at them.

"What..... Jiang Ming said, "It's better to send a dog and incense." ”

At least the wooden dog can be thrown and played, the incense can be smashed and played by the lady, what can the portrait of a group of men do? It's all ugly......

The lights in the Begonia Palace were bright, Li Minglou looked at the letter in her hand, and then looked at the painting that was hanged, the smile on her face did not stop since she heard Wu Ya'er's letter.

"It is said that Hebei Province was recovered, and the soldiers were able to take a breather, and the soldiers in the barracks wrote letters to their families, and in order to let their relatives see their appearance, they found a lot of painters to paint their portraits." She said, holding the letter and shaking it at Motoyoshi and the others, and a smile fell from her eyes like starlight, "It's inspired by me." ”

Yuanji Jiang Ming squeezed out a smile, inspired and inspired, what to do when you send a portrait to them!

Li Minglou stood in front of the portrait with a skirt in one hand and a letter in the other, looking at it curiously: "Is this Liang Zhen?" It looks quite formidable. ”

Yuan Ji glanced at it and said, "It's not like a painting, how can Liang Zhen be like this." ”

Li Minglou smiled and pointed at another one: "Look, this is General Wang, wearing armor like this, I haven't seen him wear it before." ”

Wang Li came here as a messenger, and when he saw Li Minglou, he took off his armor and did not bring weapons.

Jiang Mingshu shook his head: "This painter is really not good, flattering, people paint too exaggeratedly, how can Wang Li be so shriveled and thin." ”

Li Minglou laughed.

Look, how happy the young lady is, Jiang Ming continued to shake his head to make the young lady happy: "Compared with our portraits, their painters there are three-year-olds." ”

Li Minglou looked at the portrait with a smile: "It's not that bad, you look at ....."

Her gaze swept over the crowded man, and fell on the man in the middle who was sitting on a chair without a plain suit, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and his gaze fell on her through the crowd.

“..... Wu Ya'er is very good-looking. She pursed her lips and smiled.

Yuanji Jiang Ming said in unison: "It's because the painting is so good-looking." ”

How can Wu Ya'er be so good-looking! This artist can't do it! Distortion! Exaggerate! It's bad!

Li Minglou smiled and retracted his gaze and looked at them: "Okay, don't laugh at other people's this, it's so hasty, there are so many soldiers, how can there be so many skilled painters available." ”

Yuanji Jiang Ming immediately nodded yes.

"Why don't we send them a few artists?" Jiang Ming took the initiative to suggest.

Yuan Ji squinted at him and said, "That's not good, it seems that we dislike other people's paintings." ”

Li Minglou shook his head with a smile: "No, the painters they use are different from my needs, so many people have to paint quickly, it doesn't matter if they look like gods, as long as they have a general appearance, what their families want to see is not like or not, they all have the appearance of relatives in their hearts." ”

Yuanji Jiang said: "Miss is right. ”

Li Minglou looked down at the letter and smiled slightly: "It turns out that he is busy with this paragraph, and he can't even bother to reply to me." ”

Yuan Jicai's flabby face suddenly tensed again.

"Miss." He said, "You have a lot of things to do, so let's pack up our things first." ”

Li Minglou nodded and said hello, and walked back to the table.

Yuan Ji hurriedly glanced at Jiang Ming, and Jiang Ming followed him and went to carry the easel first.....

"Put that one here." Li Minglou saw the busy road, and pointed to the burden on the side, "Take these down, and when Mrs. Wu and Kumquat come, let them see how to make new clothes." ”

Yuan Ji held the easel: "This is placed here, isn't it not good-looking?" ”

Li Minglou sat in front of the desk and looked at it: "It's very good-looking." ”

Jiang Ming smiled: "Will it take up too much space?" ”

Li Minglou shook his head, looking at the crowded men on the painting, they surrounded Wu Ya'er, they laughed and had fun, Wu Ya'er is not lonely, he is loved by many people, elder Liang Zhen, companions, subordinates......

In that life, everyone said that Wu Ya'er was arrogant, cruel, had no relatives and friends, and lived alone, and it is said that when he was sick, he lay on the ground for two days before being found.....

Li Minglou's inexplicable eyes were slightly red: "It doesn't take up space, it's space here, and it's very lively." ”

Jiang Ming let go of the easel and laughed: "Although the painting is not very good, it is indeed lively." ”

After that, he pulled Yuanji, who was going to say something, and picked up the burden.

"Let's go, I'll arrange to pick up Mrs. Wu, the little kumquat's eyes are going to see through."

......

......

Motoyoshi was forcibly taken out.

"Don't you see Miss's mind?" Jiang Ming said, "It's not that I like this painting. ”

What's that like? Motoyoshi was puzzled.

Jiang Ming felt a little indescribable, the expression on Miss Shicai's face was sad and happy, looking at the painting, but not on the painting....

"That's what it is." He gestured with his hand, but he could only realize that it was indescribable, "It's lively." ”

Probably.

Yuan Ji frowned and said, "Then we also have a lot of paintings, Miss likes it, take ours." ”

What to do with a group of people from the Zhenwu Army.

Jiang Ming twisted his beard and said, "We have such a ..... Unsightly paintings? ”

Yuanji thought about it, but there really wasn't.

"Okay, don't think about it, this painting is not poisonous." Jiang Ming patted Yuanji's shoulder, "Miss is just too lonely, Zhenwujun can be regarded as her single-handedly created, when her companions look at it, it is nothing to receive the portraits of her companions and put them out." ”

Yuan Ji thought about it like this before, his expression eased down, Zhenwu Army can have today, it is indeed created by Miss, especially that Liang Zhen, who is inseparable from Miss's credit.

"It's like other people's girls, who like to embroider knives and flowers made by themselves and put them in the house to see." Jiang Ming waved his hand, "Our eldest lady put the portrait of Zhenwujun in the house, what's not to do." ”

That's really nothing wrong, Yuan Ji smiled and said, "It's okay to put a real person in the room." ”

Jiang Ming laughed and waved his hand: "Real people can't do that!" ”

The two looked at each other and smiled and laughed, and stopped laughing.

"Do you think...," they said in unison, and were frightened by the same voice, and their voices stopped abruptly.

But they all knew what each other meant.

Yuan Ji said flatly: "Impossible. ”

Miss, how can you like this Wu Crow!

......

......

The wind is flying in the hall, stirring the light gauze curtain, and the painting shaft in the swaying lights is also gently shaking, which makes the hall a lot more lively.

The girl who sat alone in front of the desk and buried her head in the pile of paperwork tilted her head slightly to look at this side.

She looks at the person who paints the portrait, and the person who paints the portrait also looks at her.

He said in the letter, I really have nothing to do when I came to the capital, I just came to see you.

You sent me a lot of paintings, and I can see you often.

Now, I've sent you a painting so you can see me often.

Li Minglou lowered his head and put his hands on his face, I don't know if it was the starlight, moonlight or light that made her situation worse, and the face in the palm of her hand was as hot as fire.