Painting Thirteen was surprised, Jingmo obviously wanted to capture the old man, how could he suddenly stretch out his hand towards Zhou Rong lightly, and rashly make a skin-to-skin move?

Sure enough, Jingmo's outstretched jade hand suddenly hooked back in front of Zhou Rong, hooking away the small teapot that Zhou Rong carried on the table. Everyone was stunned, they didn't know what this dancing girl wanted to do, and they were secretly puzzled by the painting thirteen, what was the use of this amazing dancing "Zhao Feiyan" asking for Zhou Rong's tea tube?

Zhou Rong saw that this different white-clothed dancing girl had casually hooked up his most intimate small teapot, and he didn't know why for a while, but he felt that she was not only extraordinary, but also quite bold. And for a middle-aged man like Zhou Rong, who has long been like a dry well, sometimes, the boldness of amorous women is a different kind of sexiness. Thirteen saw that Zhou Rong looked at the dancing girl in front of him with a little more fun and surprise in his eyes.

For a moment, Painting Thirteen felt in a trance that he had mistaken this bewitching-looking and colorful dancing girl, how could such a gentle and beautiful Jingmo grasp the charm of the dusty woman into the bones?

But when she took away Zhou Rong's small teapot, Hua Thirteen caught a glimpse of a little vermilion on her little finger, which was the trace she left when she helped herself draw the birthmark. He couldn't help but feel a slight ripple in his heart, she knew how to wipe off that bit of vermilion, why did she keep it?

Jing Mo moved slightly towards Zhou Rong in the surprised eyes of everyone, reached out and took away the teapot on Zhou Rong's table for making tea, and then the jade foot kicked the ground slightly, and with the dexterity of the thin rope tied to his waist, he flew away from Zhou Rong in front of him. When she was getting farther and farther away from Zhou Rong, she was willing to slowly raise her beautiful autumn water eyes that had been low just now, and stared at Zhou Rong with affection.

Like this, the watery tenderness that only lingered between her and Zhou Rong's eyes, how many men could suppress the slight tremor in their hearts after seeing it? A smile appeared on her heavy flower-like face, and an uproar of consternation sounded in her ears.

Painting Thirteen looked at her in the crowd and caught a smile on her lips, and suddenly understood, guessing how Jingmo wanted to hide and pinch Zhou Rong's mind next. He couldn't help but be a little amazed, he couldn't imagine that this Beijing pharmacist not only grasped the art of seeing a doctor accurately, but even the mind of an old man like Zhou Rong could be delicate and exquisite.

Everyone looked up at the air and saw that the white-clothed dancer was dancing in the air at the same time, and she actually skillfully integrated the action of making tea into her aerial dance. Only then did Zhou Rong understand that this dancing girl wanted to make him a pot of tea in the air so ingeniously, and his dry heart couldn't help but move slightly.

In the eyes of the thirteenth in this portrayal, I only saw her in the air, graceful and graceful like a dragon, and the rest of the people were suddenly overshadowed for a while. He didn't know how much surprise there was in this woman, and at this moment, he even forgot that the pot of tea that Jingmo had made so carefully was not for him, but for the most secretive Mrs. Zhou; He forgot that he had unwaveringly sent Chang Ling to end her life last night, and 'hurry up with the sword' was the greatest tenderness and mercy he could give.

Jingmo wandered leisurely in the air, his wrist hung lightly, holding a teapot high in one hand, holding a small enamel teacup in the other, and poured a cup of fragrant new tea in the air. is obviously the most ordinary and simple act of pouring tea, but she did it so unwittingly and amazingly, even Xi Shi Huansha also lost her a new sense of beauty, even if she smiled and smiled, she was inferior to three points of Chu Chu moving.

Next, the woman who danced in the air like a hibiscus out of the water raised the small enamel tea cup filled with new tea to her lips, and then her lips opened lightly, and the embroidered mouth opened slightly, choking the edge of the tea cup. She gently picked up the thrush eyes that were piled up with ten thousand tenderness, and floated from mid-air again, white clothes like water, crony like the wind, like a dream, and the second time she got closer and closer to Zhou Rong.

At this time, Zhou Rong's expression was no longer the first surprise and confusion, but looked at her with a bit of playfulness and even pity.

Her afterglow reflected the figure of a long-standing and jade-clad son, her eyebrows couldn't help but tremble, as if she was suppressing her gaze and not looking at the painting thirteen, but with a thick charm that could not be dissolved between her eyebrows and eyes, she looked back at Zhou Rong silently, and then raised her chin slightly, and slowly sent the small tea cup that was puffed on her lips and stained with her own red lip prints to Zhou Rong's lips, Zhou Rong could feel very much that bursts of fragrant and sultry exhalation Rulan was approaching him little by little: three inches, two inches, one inch......

"Hahaha-"

Before a series of loud laughter hit the ground, there was a "bang", and then I heard the sound of some porcelain objects falling to the ground.

When Jingmo was only half an inch away from Zhou Rong, he was startled by the laughter that suddenly sounded outside the crowd, and his lips loosened coldly, and the tea cup in his mouth suddenly slipped down, and a full cup of tea splashed Zhou Rong's body.

"Zhou Jun Marco is really a blessing! Not only are there so many works of talented people in the painting world to appreciate, but there are also beautiful people who serve tea in person, I don't know how this tea is compared to the tea made by the aunt of the county lord? ”

The frantic voice that had just laughed wildly sounded again, and everyone looked at the smiling man standing at the top of the stairs:

His tall and dignified figure was wearing a coral-colored brocade robe, and his demeanor was as noble and handsome as a swimming dragon, with a cunning and evil smile on a handsome face as angular as a carving, and a pair of slender peach blossom eyes that looked forward to affection were born under the two sword-like eyebrows.

After the thirteenth painter in the crowd saw who was standing at the top of the stairs, a turbulent wave suddenly surged in his calm heart, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time. He swallowed slightly, barely holding back all reactions, and his gaze fell faintly on the coral-colored brocade robe that represented the man's former supreme favor. Painting 13 saw that his brocade robe was no longer shiny, and even a little old and bleak, and his heart had already become a mess.

What Zhou Rong didn't expect was that this demon king of the mixed world, who had been guarded by the Holy Lord and was actually bound under house arrest in the old prince's mansion, suddenly appeared here, and he was a little unhappy in his heart. And as soon as this outdated demon king came, he called him the three words he hated the most in front of everyone - "Zhou Junma", and moved out of the county lord Qiu to suppress him, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable.

At this time, Jingmo looked at the tea cup that fell to the ground and the mottled tea stains on Zhou Rong's body, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that he had been working step by step and carefully pinching Zhou Rong's mind today. She lowered her head, bowed deeply to Zhou Rong, and said softly as a last resort: "Mrs. Zhou, I-"

Zhou Rong snorted coldly, he had been spilled a wave of anger by the dancing girl in front of him who was about to offer tea but splashed him with tea, his face changed, and before Jingmo finished speaking, he shook his cuffs fiercely, turned his back, left Jingmo behind, abandoned it, and ignored it. Jingmo's beautiful eyes were suddenly overshadowed by the candles extinguished by the wind, and her heart was like a basin of cold water, knowing that her own efforts today were in vain, she couldn't help but follow everyone's eyes to the uninvited guest who interrupted her plan.

Zhou Rong turned around and gave a shallow look to the person standing at the head of the stairs with a hippie smile: "It's His Royal Highness Cheng." His Royal Highness didn't stay in the mansion well, what did he do in this kind of Fengyue place? Aren't you afraid of the Holy Blaming for accountability? ”

When everyone heard that it was the eldest prince Yin Chenglian, they knelt down and saluted. Yin Chenglian raised his hand lazily, signaled everyone to flatten, and then staggered towards Zhou Rong, and replied with a smile:

"Why, if Zhou Junma can come to this kind of Fengyue place, can't I come? Zhou Junma is so unreasonable... It's okay, I'll find the most fair and reasonable county lord and aunt to administer justice to me! With that, Yin Chenglian turned around and was about to go downstairs.

Zhou Rong hurriedly stopped: "Eh-Your Highness, you come back!" I'm here for the preliminary examination of the gallery, and His Highness has to pick a day if he wants to be a scoundrel. ”

Yin Chenglian turned around happily all of a sudden, raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his chin, and replied to Zhou Rong seriously: "Junma is here for business, and I am naturally here for business." ”

"Oh? Zhou wants to hear what kind of business has provoked His Highness! Zhou Rong glanced at Yin Chenglian suspiciously.

"Zhou Junma, let me ask you, why are you working so hard to select painters here?" Yin Chenglian asked unhurriedly.

"His Royal Highness asked knowingly, of course, for the 'Firefly Order' passed down by the Holy Emperor's pen, and selected top painters to enter the palace to restore the "Firefly Map"." Zhou Rong replied impatiently.

The corners of Yin Chenglian's mouth slanted, patted his thighs and said, "That's right!" Didn't you ask knowingly? At that time, my uncle took all the painters under his command to create the "Firefly Picture", but it was dedicated to His Royal Highness. It is reasonable that I should also personally supervise and supervise, and share the heavy responsibility on my shoulders for the leader of the Hanlin Art Garden, Mrs. Zhou, right? ”

Zhou Rong suddenly felt helpless in his heart, this highness is really a bastard. This "Firefly Map" was dedicated to him by Yin Chenglian when he was just canonized as the crown prince, but as a prince who has been abolished, anyone who has a normal heart, will not be willing to bring up the old things again, let alone say this kind of thing casually in front of so many people without blinking an eye.

And what Zhou Rong really cares about is that this heartless Yin Chenglian, since he has already mentioned that "Fireflies" was painted by Jiang Li, he is even more afraid that he will say unscrupulously in the next sentence that Zhou Rong, who had never participated in painting back then, was not qualified to select a suitable painter for the restoration of "Fireflies".

Zhou Rong let out a long sigh, pursed his lips helplessly, and made a gesture of invitation to Yin Chenglian: "Your Highness is really... I have a heart. Then sit down and enjoy the works of all the great artists in the painting world with me. ”

The corners of Yin Chenglian's mouth suddenly hooked up a triumphant smile, as if the trick had finally succeeded, and unceremoniously sat in Zhou Rong's place. Zhou Rong frowned suddenly, and wanted to say something but swallowed it back stiffly.

Zhou Rong knew in his heart that even though this demon king of the mixed world was no longer treated by the emperor, he was a prince after all, and in terms of seniority, although Yin Chenglian still had to call Zhou Rong, who was a county horse, an uncle, but he was always so obedient, and Zhou Rong didn't dare not be afraid of him, so he had to laugh slowly:

"Your Highness can sit wherever you like, as long as you look at the painting quietly and don't cause trouble."

Yin Chenglian looked at Zhou Rong's face red and white for a while, he must have been a hundred reluctant, a thousand unwilling, forcibly suppressed the smile that was about to overflow, and nodded to Zhou Rong very obediently:

"Don't cause trouble, don't cause trouble! Eh, Junma, I look at these dancing girls, and the girl who served you tea just now is the most attractive. Which artists are painting this girl? Bring it to me and give it to me. ”

Zhou Rong saw that Yin Chenglian stretched out his hand to beg for painting under his nose, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, forced out a few smiles, pointed to the team of painters who had just painted for Jingmo, and patiently replied to Yin Chenglian:

"Back to Your Highness, it's this team of painters."

Yin Chenglian looked at Zhou Rong's face with a smile that was more ugly than crying, and couldn't help laughing out loud, and hurriedly half-lowered his head and cleared his throat to hide the dripping smile, and then, with squinted eyes, he looked at the team of painters Zhou Rong pointed to seriously. After his wandering gaze swept over, he pursed his lips slightly, looked at it in a good manner, and suddenly fell on one of the white-clothed painters who were standing silently, he glanced at the left side of the white-clothed painter's face a few times, the smile on his lips gradually froze, and his voice was loud:

"I'm going to see his paintings."