Zhou Rong looked at the ink ingots that Duke Wei put in his inkstone in a daze, and glanced at the painting thirteen, Zhou Rong's hand froze as if he refused to raise it to study the ink, he read a sentence from the meaningful laughter of Duke Wei, a sentence that the thirteenth painting conveyed to him through the hand of Duke Wei: In the way of the other, give back to the other.

Gonggong Wei glanced at the emperor, intending to tell Zhou Rong that if he delayed for a while, everyone would see that something was wrong, and this strangeness was caused by Zhou Rong himself. Zhou Rong watched Duke Wei turn around and walk towards the painting thirteen, his back left an infinitely desolate sneer, he had to slowly stretch his hand to the ink ingot, grinding it inch by inch, the thick black ink gradually spread, and the wisps of ink fragrance penetrated into Zhou Rong's mouth, nose, heart and lungs......

"See, our family hasn't let you down, right?" Gonggong Wei walked in front of the thirteenth painting in broken steps, leaned over Zhou Rong, who was behind him, and whispered in his throat.

The smile on the lips of the thirteenth painting was shallow, but the bottom of the eyes was covered with infinite obscurity and gloom: "Thank you." ”

Jing Mo stood behind Hua Thirteen, puzzled, and stared at Gonggong Wei's smile with vigilant eyes. Gonggong Wei glanced at the sunny and snowy early glow outside the hall, and slowly put the remaining ink ingot on the plate into the inkstone of the thirteenth painting, and said quietly: "That year, it was also such a weather and such a scene. Today, perhaps you are more daring and careful than him. ”

Painting Thirteen lowered his eyes and studied the ink: "If today's ending is really like this, it is just that he is defeated in self-righteousness, so he repeats his skills." ”

Gonggong Wei looked back at Zhou Rong and found that he was seriously grinding the ink ingot, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he was about to say something to the thirteenth painter, but was called back by the emperor: "The two painters have been prepared, and this Qingping banquet is time to start." ”

Gonggong Wei hurriedly greeted him with a smile, hurried back to the emperor with small steps, and explained loudly: "Today is the second game of painting in front of the palace, the topic has always changed at any time, and it is the middle of winter, so His Majesty intends to paint with the theme of snow scenes, which is limited to a stick of incense to complete, and the painting is to show the talent of the painter." If this game is won by Zhou Taifu, then the third game will be added, if the painting thirteen wins two games in a row, then the Qingping banquet ends with the folk painter winning! ”

"Hahaha, a song of peace and happiness is not over-" A man's voice with a somewhat sharp voice suddenly sounded from outside the door of the main hall, and everyone followed the voice, and they all looked sideways at the swaggering comer.

However, the emperor on the top of the hall immediately smiled when he saw the visitor: "It's Ying Aiqing!" When will you come back? ”

Ying Chengzhao walked through the red carpet of the hall with a graceful expression, did not kneel in front of His Majesty, but only arched his hand, smiled and replied: "Your Majesty, Chengzhao was ordered by the Holy Order to appease the victims in the northwest area, thanks to the blessing of Your Majesty's holy virtue, the official food was distributed, and the people settled down in a few days, and Chengzhao entered the palace non-stop to report the good news to Your Majesty." ”

"Good! All right! Or should Aiqing do things neatly and beautifully, fast! Give me a seat! The emperor praised Ying Chengzhao with high spirits.

When Grandpa Wei heard this, he hurriedly took out a carved rosewood chair from behind the screen, and the palace people on the side didn't dare to hold hands when they saw it, because they knew that only Grandpa Wei's seat by the emperor's side was worthy of being placed.

"Your Excellency, please be seated." Gonggong Wei sat down with a smile on Ying Chengzhao, and presented a brand-new hooked silk pinched gold satin cushion on the back of Ying Chengzhao's waist skillfully, and said slowly, "The old one can't be used, this is the new one." ”

Ying Chengzhao nodded, thanked the emperor with a smile, his eyes swept around the hall inadvertently, and saw that King Xuan was sipping tea with his eyes down, and did not raise his eyes to look at him, Ying Chengzhao fell on Zhou Rong casually, he felt that Zhou Rong's behavior and expression were a little weird, and he seemed to be a little anxious, but he looked quite submissive.

Then, Gonggong Wei burned a stick of incense and shouted: "Burn incense - feast - play music - put pen down!" ”

Zhou Rong finished studying the ink, glanced sideways at the painting thirteen, the painting thirteen also adjusted the ink, hung his wrist and picked up the pen, and began to plan the layout of the paper against a piece of snow-white, Zhou Rong's eyes wiped a trace of unknown darkness and ruthlessness.

The two of them began to wave the brush like a rafter, allowing the wonderful pen to paint the beautiful scenery. As a stick of incense burned into ashes inch by inch, and Zhou Rong walked away with a pen in high spirits, Gonggong Wei's brows couldn't help but frown deeper and deeper, and the person who also stared at the eyebrows deepened, and there was also a painting thirteen.

He was not only because Zhou Rong was safe and sound as time passed, but also because he felt that the breathing in his body was gradually disordered, and bursts of stinging pain suddenly surged from the depths of his heart and lungs, more violent than the other, suffocating more than the other, as if there was a knife, no, it was 10,000 sharp arrows that were about to erupt from the bottom of his heart, piercing every pore of him......

Jing Mo noticed that painting thirteen seemed to be getting more and more wrong, she saw fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, the blood on his face became more and more light, and the hand holding the pen couldn't help but tremble slightly.

With a "bang", the brush finally slipped from the hand of the painting thirteen and fell to the ground, the painting thirteen fell on the edge of the chair as if he couldn't hold it anymore and took a big breath, Jingmo held on to the painting thirteen in a panic, grabbed his hand to check the pulse, but when she saw a cloud of black blood suddenly accumulated in his palm, she suddenly became paralyzed, her scalp was numb, and she looked at the pale face of the thirteen in disbelief, what is the reason for this sign that she is all too familiar with......

"What happened to the Thirteen Painters? Why don't you keep drawing? Could it be that it was painted so quickly? Above the main hall, the emperor only saw from a distance that while Zhou Rong was hurriedly brushing, the thirteenth painter suddenly put down the brush and sat quietly in the chair, and couldn't help but look up slightly and ask in surprise.

Everyone also turned their eyes to the painting thirteen that suddenly stopped, and King Xuan was also puzzled.

And after Jingmo came back to his senses, he took a deep look at the ink in the inkstone, suddenly realized, and suddenly turned his gaze to Zhou Rong, and then looked at Gonggong Wei above the hall hatefully, Jingmo was on the verge of collapse like a fried little cat: "It's you!" You're in the thirteenth-"

"——When the thirteen old diseases recurred, let you see the joke, I'm really sorry, I'm scared." Painting Thirteen grabbed Jingmo's hand with all his might, Jingmo turned back with grief and anger, and didn't understand why Painting Thirteen didn't let her continue, he had already been poisoned! Moreover, this poison is the most terrifying water poison dragon that makes everyone linger!

"It's a water poison dragon, isn't it?" Hua Thirteen looked at Jingmo's expression and understood, he held Jingmo's hand tightly, glanced at Gonggong Wei who was far away and Zhou Rong, who was silent but couldn't hide his complacency, and whispered weakly, "Jingmo, listen to me, now is not the time to tear their faces with Zhou Rong." From this moment on, you don't say a word more. If I lose, you will leave the palace as quickly as you take Yin Chenglian's token, and go as far as you can. Okay? ”

"Impossible!" Jing Mo held back tears and choked up, "You're already like this, how can you compare again?" How could I leave you? ”

"Medicine." Hua Thirteen's gaze gradually moved upwards and landed on Jingmo's bun, "Is the medicine in your hairpin effective for this poison?" ”

Jingmo suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly pulled out the wooden hairpin: "Although this medicine is the panacea of Xinglin Valley, it can only temporarily suppress the toxicity, but it is helpless to expel the poison......

"That's enough." Thirteen frowned, "Jingmo, you know, I have to finish... It must also be better than winning... Otherwise everything I say won't carry any weight......"

"You go and see for me how he is, and if he needs to be passed on to the imperial doctor." The emperor instructed Gonggong Wei, who looked abnormal on the side.

Jingmo saw Gonggong Wei coming over step by step, and hurriedly fed the medicine in the hairpin to Hua Thirteen. When Gonggong Wei walked between the thirteenth painting and Zhou Rong, he took a deep look at Zhou Rong, who was painting casually.

Zhou Rongzheng leisurely dipped his paintbrush in the thick ink in the inkstone, and with satisfaction he clicked the last stroke on the painting paper at home, and then turned his head and looked at Gonggong Wei with a smile: "The incense is exhausted, the time has come." Fang Cai had already told his father-in-law, why bother? ”

Father-in-law Wei glanced back at the incense burner above the main hall and only curled smoke, and Ying Chengzhao, who was sitting in front of the emperor, looked at Father-in-law Wei with a frown, Father-in-law Wei gritted his teeth, swallowed his throat silently, walked to the thirteenth painting, and said quietly: "The time has come." You lose. ”

After Hua Thirteen took the medicine, the tingling and suffocation in his body eased slightly, he straightened up and reluctantly sat up, looking at a half-crippled painting in front of him, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Master's masterpiece back then was also this snow scene, I can't imagine that ten years later, everything will repeat itself." Father-in-law Wei, Thirteen doesn't understand, why do you bother to do this? ”

Painting Thirteen glanced at the ink ingot and smiled helplessly. And Gonggong Wei stared at the ink ingots with a complicated expression, and stared at the unfinished snow scene in front of the painting thirteen, he didn't answer the painting thirteen, but turned to the emperor and bowed deeply, and said with a little crying: "Your Majesty, the time has come." Our family was frightened by the painting of the thirteenth son! ”

There was an uproar in the hall, and the emperor frowned: "What's wrong with Grandpa Wei?" What do you say? ”

Gonggong Wei knew which set the emperor would eat, so he took a deep breath and said, "The snow scene of the Thirteenth Prince is really amazing!" Even people like our family have to be amazed! Your Majesty, look outside the hall, it is a good scene of sunny light and heavy snowfall, and the thirteenth prince specially drew a 'remnant snow map', which is really ingenious! ”

As soon as everyone heard this, they all fell silent and quiet, and the palace people who had lived in the deep palace for a long time were even more stunned, because they had never seen Gonggong Wei under one person say a good word to anyone in front of the emperor, and they all looked at the painting thirteen with admiration. And the emperor pursed his lips, glanced at Gonggong Wei, and said: "In this case, I want to see what tricks this painting thirteen will come up with, haha." ”

"Huh." Gonggong Wei smiled and reached out to uncover the words of the painting thirteen, but was stopped by the painting thirteen.

"What the hell do you want to play, Grandpa Wei?" Painting Thirteen asked in a low voice, vigilant.

"Do you think you've got another game? How Jiang Li died suddenly in the main hall, don't you remember? Father-in-law Wei also reminded in a low voice in his voice rather solemnly.