As soon as everyone heard the sentence "The pen is shocked, and the thirteen Langs are admired", they all nodded in admiration or worry, and the painting thirteen in the crowd couldn't help but look at Jingmo a few more times.

Yin Chenglian heard that the woman in the Qinglou in front of him was so knowledgeable, it could be seen how extraordinary the painting he brought, he proudly slowly put away the painting that he had just bought from Asangi at a high price today, pinned it behind his waist very preciously, and said to Zhou Rong half jokingly and half seriously:

"Mrs. Zhou, if I can select a painter from the preliminary examination of the art gallery who is half as talented as this Thirteen Lang, I think my "Firefly Map" will be able to be repaired and restored flawlessly, and my uncle will be able to look under the Nine Springs."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Hua Thirteen was suddenly shocked in his heart, he didn't know if Yin Chenglian's words were because he already knew something, or if he just said it casually.

When Zhou Rong heard Yin Chenglian's words, he felt a tingle from the soles of his feet, and he didn't know if he had something to say, and his face was a little weak and his face was hot and cold.

Xu Fei because he had already shown his face in front of the prince and Zhou Rong, so that Zhang Yangqi was indeed the first bird today, and he was a little smug in his heart, and now he saw that Zhou Rong's face was embarrassed, and he also saw that Zhou Rong seemed to have a good relationship with this not very powerful prince, so he thought he was smart and wanted to say a few words for Zhou Rong, and nodded at Yin Chenglian and replied:

"Your Highness, as the saying goes, 'if the name is not right, the word is not good'. What is the name of the thirteenth and fourteenth lang, he can't be ranked in the Da Yin painting circle at all, and I don't know what kind of alien race, how can he be used to measure the painters of our gallery? The villain believes that with Mrs. Zhou's painstaking presiding, the painters selected from the gallery to restore the emperor's "Firefly Picture" will definitely live up to expectations! ”

Yin Chenglian sneered at Xu Fei, a little painter who was bent on worshipping high and low, and only knew that he was slapping Zhou Rong's ass, a sneer came out of his nose, and he glanced at him and said: "Zhou Junma really trained the painters, I see, this outstanding painter can pass this preliminary examination with his good eloquence alone!" What do you say? ”

Everyone heard that this sharp-toothed prince was sneering at Xu Fei, laughing at him for not painting in a down-to-earth manner as a painter, only knowing flattery and flattery, and everyone laughed at Xu Fei.

Zhou Rong seemed to be reminded by Xu Fei, and said coldly to Yin Chenglian: "Your Highness, this painter is very right, even if His Highness is a scoundrel and stubborn, he should think about the six words 'bad name, bad words', "Firefly Map" has long had nothing to do with His Royal Highness, if His Royal Highness insists on obstructing the preliminary trial presided over by Zhou here, and delays the restoration of "Firefly Map" after that, then not to mention that Brother Jiang is difficult to look at Jiuquan, I am afraid that even the former queen will trust her dream and blame herself for not being able to discipline Her Highness well." ”

Yin Chenglian listened to Zhou Rong gradually mention his mother, and the cynicism on his face suddenly disappeared, and there was no trace of a smile in Gu Pansheng's eyes, and his clever tongue, which was never forgiving, was like a knot, and he couldn't spit out half a word.

Hua Thirteen couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart when he looked at Yin Chenglian's appearance, he knew that Zhou Rong's words of vain and wrongdoing, and hidden needles in the cotton had impartially poked Yin Chenglian's sore spots, and at least half of Yin Chenglian's sore spots were also hidden pains that were buried deep in his heart and difficult to speak.

Before Yin Chenglian could say anything, a group of officers and soldiers came upstairs "kicking and stepping". Painting thirteen suddenly remembered that it was a complete team of officers and soldiers who followed the painters into the Chunmanlou, but there were only two or three who went to the top floor with them, and now these officers and soldiers who came back were the same people who had disappeared from the top floor for so long, and one of the officers and soldiers who had just come up walked towards Zhou Rong and whispered a few words.

Seeing this scene, Hua Thirteen suddenly recalled that when the location of the preliminary examination was determined in the art gallery, it was Steward Luo from Zhou Rong's mansion who came to ventilate the news, and after whispering some news, Zhou Rong transferred the location to Chunmanlou. In this way, Zhou Rong specially brought the officers and soldiers to carry out something unknown to the public, and at this time, seeing that the preliminary trial was nearing the end, the officers and soldiers came back, indicating that the things that should be done have been done. But Hua Thirteen observed Zhou Rong's expression, and there was no trace of relaxation and satisfaction, so, did the thing have been done, or was it not done?

Zhou Rong put on a smile again, pointed to the officers and soldiers he brought and said to Yin Chenglian with kind words: "Your Highness, when you come today, this painting has also been rewarded and evaluated, and the one who should be supervised has also shared it for me Zhou, and the one who should not share it has also made a lot of scoundrels." Why don't I send these officers and soldiers to escort you back, and it will be better for General Zhang to personally bring troops to 'pick up' you after a while, okay? ”

Yin Chenglian then remembered that he had been out for a long time today, Xiaodouzi was still downstairs to help him look at the wind, and Zhang Laogui estimated that he was about to sober up and return home when he went out to eat, he was busy waving his hand to Zhou Rong's officers and soldiers, and excused himself: "His Royal Highness is really tired today, and he should go back to rest and rest." However, don't bother Zhou Junma's government soldiers, after all, the county horse is in this kind of place, and the county lord's aunt must be difficult to rest assured, so let them take care of the county horse! ”

Zhou Rong listened to Yin Chenglian's words, and felt a little angry in his heart, which was quite unpleasant, but after thinking about it, this most torturous demon king of the mixed world was finally willing to leave, so he didn't say anything more, lest he cause any more trouble on a whim, so he hurriedly saluted and sent Yin Chenglian away. Looking at Yin Chenglian's distant back, Zhou Rong couldn't help but caress his chest, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, finally relieved.

Subsequently, Zhou Rong instructed his subordinates to collect all the works drawn by the painters, and informed the painters that they could wait for the results of the preliminary examination in three days. Then, after Zhou Rong expressed his gratitude to the red sleeves, he led the painters to return to Chunmanlou. When Zhou Rong walked down the stairs, he looked down slightly at his splendid clothes, and he saw that the water splashed on it had already dried up, but it left a few wisps of tea stains like smoke, which vaguely seemed to be connected into a woman's graceful outline.

Painting Thirteen slowed down and landed at the end of the group, he looked back repeatedly, as if looking for someone's figure, and then his eyes fell on the dancing girls who were walking towards the back door on the other side of the incense pool, and after a little thought, he chased after him.

"'White Girl'."

The deep and bright eyes of the thirteenth painted stared at Jingmo, who was dressed as a dancing girl, and stood still in front of her, bowing gently and elegantly.

Jingmo was shocked when she saw that Hua Thirteen suddenly stopped in front of her, she quickly glanced behind him, and found that Zhou Rong and the painters had not gone far, she hurriedly lowered her eyes in front of Thirteen, no longer looked at him more, and ignored him for half a sentence, ignoring his shining and scorching gaze, and hurriedly followed the other dancers with small steps, and walked leisurely past Hua Thirteen.

As she walked past him, her slender jade shoulders brushed against his. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand take her cold right hand.

Her heart trembled, and then a little anger suddenly appeared, she Jingmo was indeed dressed as a Chunmanlou dancer today, but this does not mean that he can treat her so frivolously.

She turned her head suddenly, just in time to meet the gaze of Painting Thirteen at hand. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her autumn eyes were full of anger, staring at the starry eyes of the thirteenth flower. But there was no frivolity in those starry eyes, but he saw that the tenderness was like spring water, reflecting the anger in Jingmo's eyes.

Jingmo didn't understand what the thirteenth move meant, and was worried that she would be bumped into by others, and for a while, she was angry and anxious, trying hard to break free of his right hand.

She saw that Hua Thirteen was still staring intently, gently and calmly at the bottom of her eyes, and the hands that were clutching her wrists slowly let go. She felt, however, that before his laurel-like hand could be fully released, he grabbed his little finger and pinched her little finger gently but forcefully.

With such a slight touch, she felt as if her little finger had been scalded by a splash of boiling hot water, but the temperature in his hand was clearly lukewarm; It was as if a little Gu worm had bitten his little finger coldly, and then something rushed down the veins from the little finger to the tip of his heart.

What Jing Mo didn't know was that the light pinch of the thirteenth painting was about to withstand Changling's throat sealing sword. A woman who tried her best to get close to Zhou Rong couldn't die until he found out what her intentions were.

"White girl, there are many 'eight hundred taels' below, I wonder if the girl is willing to dance for me?" It is clearly frivolous and profligate, but it is said by Painting Thirteen to be humble and polite.

If you take the 'eight hundred taels' of silver, wouldn't you recognize the identity of the pharmacist Jingmo? She quickly withdrew her gaze from the tenderness in his eyes, withdrew her slender jade fingers from the warmth of his hand, and hurried away without saying a word.

When she hid in the light sara tent next to the incense pool, she couldn't help but quietly raise her right hand, and her gaze fell on the little vermilion on her little finger for a long time. It took the thirteenth party to pinch it, and it was on this small red dot like a cinnabar mole that made her heart inexplicably soft and soft.

Hua 13 stood in place, his rippling gentle gaze passed through the light gauze tent fluttering on the incense pool, staring at the small white jade round platform in the center of the pool, and said with a light smile: "I believe that in the near future, the 'white girl' will be invited to dance for me."

Painting thirteen said, after seeing a curtain tent, a string of ripples trembled slightly, and a thoughtful smile appeared on his lips.

As the day moved westward and fell into the western mountains, the dark twilight gradually soaked the lights of the city. The jagged light and shadow of the spring building singing all night and the high fever of the bright candle are obliquely cast on the attic in the backyard, and the floating figures on the attic reflect each other.

"Momo, this is the seventh apple you have eaten, if you eat it again, your stomach will not be able to stand it, you are a pharmacist, this should be clearer than me!"

Man Man couldn't help but stretch out his hand, snatched the seventh apple she was about to take from Jing Mo's lips, and said angrily: "You said you, but you are really a strange woman, people use wine to kill their sorrows when they encounter trouble, you are good, you can relieve your worries by eating apples!" Admire, admire. ”

Jing Mo was lying listlessly on Manman's pear blossom wood dresser, raised his gloomy eyes and fell on Manman, then stretched out his hand, pinched a distance about a fraction of a minute between his fingers, and gestured between her and Manman, and then sighed in a sad tone: "A little, just a little." ”

"A little what? Apples? Of course, Man Man knew that Jingmo meant that today's plan was only almost complete, and she couldn't help but want to remind Jingmo, who was usually the most ice and snow smart and the most decisive, and now she was so unhappy and angry:

"Momo, listen to me, men are the most heartless. He can spoil you today, love you, and can't wait to pick all the stars in the sky for you, but tomorrow he will turn his face and turn his face, like my father, hum, he can sell his own daughter to the Qinglou for a meal. However, vice versa, even if he is ruthless to you today, he may fall under your skirt without face or skin one day. The men in the world are all cheap bones, without exception! Even if there is, it's just a difference in the thickness of the skin wrapped around a pair of cheap bones. So, Momo, even if you miss today, you can still look for opportunities in the future and continue to get close to Zhou Rong. With me Manman here, what man can't you take down? ”

Jing Mo's eyes gradually drooped, and she said with a little apology: "Manman, of course I believe in your ability." If it weren't for you teaching me how to dance like Zhao Feiyan last night, how to grasp a man's mind, and how to seduce each other quietly, I would still be at a loss now. However, it's all my fault that I was negligent in the end, and you helped me like this in vain. Manman, I'm sorry....... I-ah! ——”

Jingmo was suddenly squeaked and laughed, it turned out that as soon as Man Man heard that Jingmo had apologized to himself, he turned his eyes slightly, stretched out his hands at once, put them on Jingmo's waist, and squeaked Jingmo's itchy point. Jingmo has always been afraid of itching, and suddenly laughed happily, only to hear Man Manjiao ask, "If you like to apologize, now give me another word?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare! Hao Manman, you can spare me, let's get down to business. Jingmo was about to laugh out loud, and begged Manman in a soft voice. While the two were playing and dodging, Jingmo accidentally knocked off a few pieces of clothing that Manman had stacked on the table, she leaned over to pick them up, and picked up the dusty clothes that fell on the ground one by one and dusted them. When she brushed the dust off a white dress, she found that it was not a woman's skirt, but a man's smock, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, as if she had seen it somewhere......