"Madam, what kind of ghost are you drawing!"

Everyone exclaimed loudly, although they really wanted to save half of Gu Panxi's face, but they really couldn't get over it in their conscience.

Gu Panxi raised his eyebrows in astonishment, pointed to his masterpiece, and said dissatisfiedly: "What kind of ghost painting talisman?" Isn't this a lifelike painting? ”

Lifelike?

Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then carefully looked at Gu Panxi's masterpiece, this portrait is crooked, one eye is large, the other eye is small, and both eyes are not bigger than nostrils...... Everyone really couldn't believe that the dignified Hun Right Virtuous King Mao Dun would give birth to such a crooked melon and cracked date!

Gao Zhiyuan looked at Shi Feiqing almost desperately, and asked, "Gongzi might as well evaluate that this portrait of Madame is somewhat similar to the Hun young man who is close to Youxian Wang Maodun." ”

It's a send-off proposition.

Gu Panxi stared at Shi Feiqing with burning eyes, and there was both expectation and murder in his eyes.

The corners of Shi Feiqing's mouth twitched, and he said slowly: "I was only worried about Panxi's safety at the time, but I couldn't see it clearly. But since Panxi said that this is 'lifelike', I think, it is probably eight or nine points like...... bar. ”

Gu Panxi crossed his hands with satisfaction and nodded. Everyone heard it, and Shi Feiqing's words were insincere.

It doesn't look like it at all......

Everyone wanted to question Gu Panxi directly, but they didn't see the Xiongnu young man who was suspected of being the son of Mao Dun, the right virtuous king of the Huns.

What if the right virtuous king Mao Dun really gave birth to a crooked melon and cracked jujube?

Gu Yuefei saw that everyone was looking at each other, wanting to question but not daring to question, and felt that it was finally his turn to come forward as a younger brother, so he raised his head with his chest straightened, took out the codex and wrote a sentence: Sister, there is a very simple way for you to resolve everyone's doubts about your portrait - come and draw me.

"Draw you?"

Gu Panxi glanced Gu Yuefei up and down, raised his hand and poked his nose, and said with a smile: "You kid, you just see that your sister has superb painting skills, so you take the opportunity to want a portrait, right?" Thief boy, okay, sister fulfills your wish! Here, help Mrs. Ben change the paper! ”

The subordinates carefully removed Gu Panxi's "masterpiece" and replaced it with a brand new piece of rice paper. Gu Panxi took a closer look at Gu Yuefei's appearance, and waved it impromptu again.

Another pen walk, Gu Panxi put away the pen in a chic manner, hung the brush back to the pen holder, clapped his hands, and said: "It's done!" ”

Everyone once again poked their heads towards the portrait that Gu Panxi painted for Gu Yuefei, and this time they looked at it again, Gu Panxi's painting skills were clear at a glance.

Mess!

Gu Yuefei smiled bitterly, took out the codex again and wrote: Sister, do you really think it was me who drew it?

Gu Panxi frowned, and asked rhetorically, "Isn't it like that?" ”

Everyone gasped and was speechless.

It turns out that the intelligent and unparalleled Gu Panxi also has things that he can't do well. The problem is, at the moment, she doesn't realize that she can't do it well!

Now Gu Yuefei has no choice. Shi Feiqing stared dryly on the side.

Gu Panxi recognized the Xiongnu young man who was suspected of being the son of Mao Dun, the right virtuous king of the Xiongnu, which was originally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The current situation is very clear, Shi Feiqing and Gao Zhiyuan both concluded that the Dawu army was dead for life, but the Shenji army was no more than a thousand people, and the most lethal members of it, that is, the musketeers, only 250. This number, placed in the duel between the 200,000 and 100,000 Dawu army and the Xiongnu army, is as small as a drop in the ocean.

But it was precisely because Gu Panxi bumped into Mao Dun, the right virtuous king of the Huns, and the young Huns who were suspected of being his son, that the Shenji Army had the possibility of capturing the thief and capturing the king first.

Just imagine, when the Dawu army and the Hun army went head-to-head and fought inextricably, Shi Feiqing and Gu Panxi led thousands of Shenji troops, relying on the epoch-making power of muskets from the side of the Hun army, suddenly opened a gap, went straight into the belly of the Hun army, killed, and even captured the right Xianwang Mao Dun and this Xiongnu youth who was suspected to be his son. At that time, how much will the situation of this desperate battle change?

It's a pity that now this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is stuck in Gu Panxi's painting skills...... If Gu Panxi can't draw a portrait that is seventy or eighty percent similar, and pass it down to the members of the Shenji Army, so that they can identify the target and have a target on the battlefield, then the decision to capture the thief and capture the king first may only become a beautiful fantasy.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a pleasant and crisp voice sounded.

"It's better to have the lady dictate, and let the slave and maid try to write."

Everyone followed the prestige and saw Di Yunxi standing by the door, and Bai Susu standing behind her.

"Yunxi?"

Gu Panxi was a little surprised.

Di Yunxi walked into the room in small steps, saluted everyone one by one, and said, "Madam, the slave and maid used to learn Danqing. I still have some confidence in the portrait. If the lady does not dislike it, the slave maid begs to give it a try. ”

Gu Panxi felt very uncomfortable for Di Yunxi's title for herself, in the past year, although Di Yunxi had finally come out of the haze after Li Yunlong's explanation and love nourishment, and she would not be groggy and demented all day long, but no matter how Shi Feiqing and Gu Panxi persuaded her, she insisted that she was a slave, insisted on being a slave, insisted on doing the best to Shi Feiqing and Gu Panxi, and did not dare to exceed the slightest bit of her duty as a subordinate.

Li Yunlong saw that Di Yunxi took the initiative to think of making a contribution, and he was secretly happy in his heart, and said helpfully: "Madam, Yunxi's painting skills are very good!" Just let her give it a try! ”

Gu Panxi smiled bitterly: "Yunxi is willing to help, I should be grateful, where is it not allowed?" ”

As soon as Di Yunxi heard this, he knelt on the ground with a pop, and was so frightened that Shi Feiqing and Gu Panxi immediately reached out to help. But she struggled and said, "Madam, since the slave and maid are the people of the son and the lady, they should contribute, and if they do a good job, it is the son and the lady who have taught meritorious; If you don't do it well, it's the slave and the maid who are clumsy - in this way, how dare the slave and the maid take credit and make the lady grateful? The slave and maid had been loitering in the workshop before, and the son and the lady did not blame him. Since this time it was a battle between Dawu and the Huns, the slave maid naturally had no reason to stand idly by. ”

Di Yunxi set one set after another, the more he talked, the more he looked angry, Gu Panxi didn't want to touch his head anymore, and he knew that no matter how hard he persuaded him, it was meaningless, so he simply used the tone of his wife to speak to the slave and maid, and said with a wry smile: "Okay Yunxi, get up." Whatever you need, just ask, and I'll order someone to prepare. ”

Di Yunxi shook his head and said, "You don't need to prepare anything extra, just ordinary pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

Gu Panxi nodded, raised his hand again and ordered his subordinates to replace them with brand new rice paper.

Di Yunxi walked to the edge of the square table, holding his sleeve in one hand and a pen in the other, and the tip of the pen was hanging on the rice paper at a distance of only two fingers.

"Ma'am, you can begin to describe."

Gu Panxi touched his earlobe, while thinking about the appearance of the Hun youth, and said: "First of all, the face shape, the national character face, high cheekbones, ......"

"Thick eyebrows, small eyes, single eyelid ......"

"The bridge of the nose is straight, the nose is wide, and the tip of the nose is not big or small......"

"Big mouth, thick lips ......"

Listening to Gu Panxi's detailed description of the appearance of this Xiongnu youth, Di Yunxi's image gradually became clear and three-dimensional.