I finally came out for a trip, but I didn't expect it to end so awkwardly, Yin Huan still wanted to walk around the market more, and the life in the palace day after day was too boring.

Cang Linchen stretched out her hand to her, but she stubbornly put her hand behind her back, unwilling to go back to the palace with him.

"What's wrong?" The corners of Cang Rinchen's mouth smirked, and she could already see her thoughts from her gurgling eyes, but she asked knowingly, a person wearing men's clothes appeared in the world, which made him easy to find for a while.

Fortunately, it was safe and sound, life in the palace was really breathless, and he knew very well that Xia Yinhuan wanted to come out to breathe, but he didn't want her to be alone.

"I still want to go, I want to go back to yourself." Xia Yinhuan snorted coldly, turned red and turned to leave, and rushed out of the crowd of onlookers with oil on the soles of her feet as if she was escaping.

With so many people watching, she didn't know where to put her face, and she was still regarded as a flower thief when she left the palace, and what was even more annoying was that she was actually bumped into by Cang Rinchen!

She finally realized what it means to have a narrow road.

"Alas......" Cang Rinchen's thin lips opened slightly and she was about to stop her, and there was still Xia Yinhuan in front of her, so she had to jump off the horse and follow.

Tuoba Ce is coming, if he meets Xia Yinhuan in the capital, he doesn't know what will happen, I'm really afraid that the world will not be chaotic!

Xia Yinhuan trotted all the way, looking back from time to time, the crowd was getting farther and farther away, turning a street corner under a big locust tree, she finally stopped, holding her knees with her hands and panting, secretly saying that it was really unfavorable for the passing years!

It's hard to get out of the palace and go back to the palace easily, you have to have a good time before you want to stop, the air outside the palace seems to be much fresher than the palace, and you don't have to think about those annoying things.

There are also many scenic spots in this capital, especially now that it is autumn, the osmanthus flowers on the shore of Qingyang Lake are blooming just right, she thinks it is better to go there for a walk, maybe she can also pick some osmanthus back to the palace and let the chef in the imperial dining room make some fresh osmanthus cakes.

Thinking so, she raised her steps and walked towards the area of Qingyang Lake, far away, she didn't see the osmanthus for a while, she took a deep breath, and her heart was relaxed.

Because it is the relationship of the flower season, there are already a lot of people around the flowers, there are young women soft smoke feet on the lake sitting on the stones, looking back and smiling, the free painter painted a picture of Danqing for it.

There are loving men and women walking together on the shore of the lake, and it seems that the petals fall on the lake and ripple layer by layer, looking at each other and smiling.

What's more, the lyricist simply moved a table to chant poems and drink under the tree, and every wonderful sentence was full of free applause.

Looking at this scene in the market, Xia Yinhuan couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, this is the world of all kinds of things, it is much better than everyone in the palace who has their own ghosts, only conspiracy and interests.

She stood under an osmanthus tree and picked an osmanthus flower to the tip of her nose and smelled it, the fragrance of the flowers was strong, and the smell of autumn was strong.

"Girl, why don't you sit down and let Xiaosheng paint a picture of Danqing for you?" At this time, a painter approached, wearing a gray robe, looking like a young scholar.

Xia Yinhuan was slightly surprised, looked at the painter in a daze for a moment and asked, "I am obviously a son, why do you say that I am a girl?" ”

"Girl, don't laugh, how can there be a son as beautiful and moving as you." The painter is just guessing, he has read countless people, looking at Xia Yinhuan's curling posture, and her voice is as melodious as a silver bell, and she is sure that it is her daughter.

Among the people walking in this Qingyang Lake, there are also many girls who dress up as men, and they are gentle and wear men's clothes, but they add a little heroism.

"Is it so easy to see through?" Xia Yinhuan said to herself, she was framed as a flower thief by that woman just now, but she met a clear-eyed person at this time.

"Girl?" Seeing her muttering to herself, the painter couldn't help but ask tentatively: "The girl is so beautiful, can you let Xiaosheng paint a picture of Danqing without cashiering." ”

"Free?" Xia Yinhuan was faintly moved when he heard this, and said that it was cheap and didn't take advantage of the bastard, although it was just a danqing, he decided to paint a picture with the purpose of not being a bastard: "Okay, then where should I sit?" ”

There are already many women along the shore who are working as models for painters, some are sitting on the river bank, and some are holding on to the branches of osmanthus flowers to set off their slender posture as much as possible.

"Girl, casual." The painter smiled, and began to excitedly put up his brush, it was a blessing to be able to paint a picture of Danqing Sansheng for a beautiful woman, not to mention a woman like Xia Yinhuan.

The eyebrows are picturesque, the eyes are like autumn water, smart and not pretentious, soft as the empty valley and the orchid, in response to the ancient saying, there are beautiful people in the north who look at the city and the country at the second.

She is still wearing a men's dress today, if she is wearing a women's dress and she doesn't know how beautiful it is, it may only be in heaven!

The painter thought wildly, Xia Yinhuan was already standing under an osmanthus tree, took out a silk silk from his pocket and spread it on the ground covered with broken osmanthus petals under the tree, and immediately sat down, leaning on the trunk of the tree casually, looking into the distance with ethereal eyes.

In this era, there were no cameras, and the images could be recorded anytime, anywhere, and only a rudimentary brush could keep them.

She also wanted to try it on a whim, and she didn't mind if the painting was good or not.

The painter saw that she was ready, so he picked up the pen and was about to start with the ink, when his brush was about to fall on the rice paper, when suddenly a pair of hands grabbed his wrists.

The hands are as white as condensation, the tendons on the back of the hands can be faintly seen, the finger bones are slender, the nails are round and full, and at first glance they are hands that do not need to do everything themselves.

The painter raised his eyes and saw a man in a blue robe, a poor man in a gorgeous costume from time to time, and a jade pendant was tied to the jade belt of thirteen people.

Looking up, a face with delicate facial features, sword eyebrows like ink, phoenix eyes and amber, he was stunned for a moment, only to see that Xia Yinhuan was enough to shock his aesthetics, who was the man who suddenly choked his wrist.

Before the painter could speak, the man had already taken out a silver ingot from his waist and put it in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Only I can describe her danqing." ”

His voice was very soft, but it made the painter feel a hint of coercion, and he nodded and retreated.

With a bold hand and extraordinary spirit, he is not a person who can afford to be provoked by a painter who lives by depicting Danqing.

Xia Yinhuan let go of her mind, in the 21st century, she had taken a few yoga classes, and the teacher would let them take a deep breath and let them relax when they were asked to do yoga.

She remembered it at this time, and looked at a quiet place that had never been in her mind before, and no matter what had happened the other day, she had left it behind.

Who is in charge of the desert, who is in charge of Tuoba Ce, who is in charge of Concubine Yu, who is in charge of the golden pearl, at this moment she only feels that she is one between heaven and earth, it can be a full osmanthus, it can be a floating cloud, it can be a fish swimming in the lake......

I don't know how long it took, a breeze blew, it was already evening, the temperature gradually dropped, she couldn't help but shiver, then she remembered that a painter was painting for her.

Turning around suddenly, he saw a familiar figure collecting his pen on the artist's countertop, holding the drawing paper in his hand and blowing the ink.

"Why are you here?" Xia Yinhuan was startled, sitting for a long time made her legs and feet a little numb, and she stood up on the ground and rubbed her calves before approaching Cang Rinchen.

Obviously, she had already shaken off the dust on the street, but she didn't expect to meet her here again, she couldn't help but pouted and was a little dissatisfied.

"Why, I painted a picture of Danqing for you, not only didn't thank me, but also murdered me!" Cang Linchen pretended to be angry, and hurriedly rolled up the dried drawing paper: "You don't want it anyway, I'll just throw it away." ”

"Alas!" Xia Yinhuan hurriedly shouted to him: "What did you say?" Did you draw it? ”

She clearly remembered that it was the painter who looked like a scholar who painted a portrait of her, why did she turn into dust in a blink of an eye?

Yin Huan looked around, where was the painter who was still there, and couldn't help frowning and asking, "Where did the painter go, and when did you come?" ”

"This ......" The corners of Cang Rinchen's mouth twisted into a smile, and he said in a long voice: "I don't know very well, give him a silver ingot and he will leave." ”

"Shameless!" Xia Yinhuan snorted coldly, not doubting the authenticity of his words at all, if it was Cang Linchen, he would really do it.

Xia Yinhuan glanced at him, the mood that was originally looking forward to the portrait was completely extinguished by a basin of cold water at the moment, thinking of painting Cang Linchen, it is estimated that the painting is not the cow head and horse face of the underworld, it is also a four-like type, how can it be a good painting.

It's a waste of her painstakingly sitting under the osmanthus tree for so long, as if she had nothing to do, just sit there and be quiet.

However, despite thinking so, he still stretched out his hand and spread it in front of Cang Rinchen: "Give it to me, since it is my portrait, I keep the right to the portrait, not your property." ”

"What portrait rights?" Cang Linchen was puzzled, she always said words that he couldn't understand, which made him unable to figure it out.

Xia Yinhuan glanced at him again, where could this old antique understand any modern language, and explained with his hands on his hips: "To put it simply, the portrait is painted by me, it should be mine, not yours." ”

"Oh." Cang Linchen nodded with such a look, and then handed the portrait into her hands: "Look at it, whether I can draw well." ”

Xia Yinhuan pursed her lips and took it, and slowly opened it without any illusions, but she was still stunned the moment she unfolded the scroll, on the lake, the osmanthus swayed yellow, orange and orange, and she stretched her legs and sat down in a green shirt under the tree, looking into the distance with a faint sense of sorrow.

It couldn't be more apt to describe lifelike, she didn't expect Cang Rinchen's painting skills to be so good, it was completely like a photo burner, compared to modern artists.

Seeing that she was stunned, the corners of Cang Rinchen's mouth brought a smug smile, touched her arm and said, "How is it, do you start to admire your husband and me from time to time?" ”

"Shameless." Xia Yinhuan was happy but pretended to be dissatisfied, rolled up the scroll in his hand again, put it behind his back and coughed lightly twice and said seriously: "The painting is not bad, but it is far worse than me." ”

"Yes, then Mrs. Laofu also paints a picture?" Cang Rin Chen glanced at her suspiciously, he didn't believe that Xia Yinhuan could draw any masterpieces.

"Forget it." Xia Yinhuan's face turned red, and he raised his eyes to see that the purple-red floating clouds in the sky had spread out, and quickly changed the topic and said, "It's not too early, let's go back to the palace early!" ”

Let her draw? I remember that I used to sign up for a painting interest class, but I was disliked by the teacher countless times, and finally had to drop out of school and scribble at home with chalk and was disciplined.

Her little careful thinking was all written on her face, she thought Cang Linchen completely understood, but she didn't care about her, took her hand and walked back to the road, and couldn't help sighing: "Finally willing to go back, I'm afraid that you like the market life and don't want to go back to the deep palace!" ”

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