A canvas as large as a screen was brought up, but there was no splash of ink on it except for the yellowish color.

"Leng Huaping, are you teasing Hongu?" The queen's expression was a little embarrassed.

Leng Huaping said with a smile: "Don't worry, the queen mother! Why don't you let the guards extinguish the candles on this stage first, and you can see a different scene. ”

"This palace wants to see what kind of moth you are doing!" The implication is that the queen agreed to Leng Huaping's request.

Soon, all the candles on the stage had been extinguished, and they were left in darkness. Only then did everyone see the works of the cold painting screen clearly.

It is a magnificent picture of rivers and mountains, and every landscape and road on it is extremely fine.

"This ......." the emperor looked at him in a daze, and stood up so excited that he couldn't express it in words.

Step by step in front of the painting on the cold screen. But Leng Huaping just smiled slightly, beckoned to Leng Bai Screen, and spread out a line embroidered with gold thread before Leng Bai Ping.

"Only in this way is the most perfect painting."

The gold thread covers the painting, overlapping with the painting, and a smooth path stretches along the painting to the end.

The emperor personally stepped down and stroked the painting on the cold painting screen.

"You drew this?" The emperor asked with an excited expression.

Leng Huaping nodded, "It was done by the courtiers and Bai Ping together." ”

"Good! Hahaha, it's rare for me to be promoted to this talent. The emperor said very happily.

But the emperor quickly ordered someone to put away the paintings of Leng Huaping, because at this palace banquet, not only he could understand Leng Huaping's paintings, but other people could also understand them.

It was a magnificent picture of rivers and mountains, but that golden thread could turn this magnificent river and mountain into a country of ruins.

For a while, many important ministers looked at the cold painting screen with their eyes not quite right.

But how can a young lady understand the military affairs of the Great Jin Kingdom? When everyone looked at Leng Shan Shui with suspicion, Leng Shan smiled on the surface, but they also wondered in their hearts, where did this picture screen come from.

However, now there is light on the face, and the cold landscape is not counted so much for the time being. I can only wait for the right one to go back and ask again.

But Leng Huaping won't think about it so much, the reason why she did this is to attract the emperor's attention.

The emperor will definitely reward her for this painting: "You are the fourth girl of the Prime Minister's Mansion!" ”

Because of the last big trouble in the Bingluo Pavilion, the emperor had an impression of the cold painting screen.

"Back to the emperor, the courtiers are cold four."

The emperor listened to Leng Huaping's humble and arrogant answer, and nodded from time to time, but the monarch's authority is unpredictable, and no one knows what the emperor is going to say in the next second!

"Are you guilty?"

"I don't know what the sin is in the picture!" Leng Huaping secretly mocked in his heart, it was really the emperor's usual trick, first intimidated and slowly said the following things.

"Do you know that your paintings are our national treasures?" The emperor's words caused an uproar.

Leng Huaping also frowned a little suspiciously, she had never heard of the Great Jin National Treasure. But the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains on the painting are indeed the land of the Great Jin Kingdom, and they are considered to be the national treasures in the mouth of the emperor.

"The courtiers don't know. For the palace banquet, the courtiers and daughters thought hard every day, but fortunately, they came up with this idea with the help of a high-ranking person. Leng Huaping had no choice but to say anything about his previous life, so he had to compare his previous life to an unwarranted master.

"Really? But I don't know where this master is, who is it? ”