Sima Mo knew that she was only interested in these calligraphy and paintings and books, and sure enough, "You don't want Ming Liudong's calligraphy and paintings either, huh?"

Hearing this, Murong Jin's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, "Calligraphy and painting? ”

In addition to writing novels, Ming Liudong is also a master of calligraphy and painting. It is said that his calligraphy and paintings are extraordinary, detached from the world, just like his personality, indifferent and clear-minded, and does not go with the world, so his calligraphy and paintings are never sold.

"Want it?" Sima Mo raised his eyebrows.

Murong Jin was a little embarrassed, "Didn't His Majesty say that he would give me a reward?"

Hearing this, Sima Mo raised his hand and pinched Murong Jin's small nose, which was the kind that deliberately increased his strength.

A palace, a city, is not as good as a calligraphy and painting, Sima Mo suddenly tasted a little, what is so good about that thing in Ming Liudong?

Murong Jin refused too quickly just now because he didn't hear clearly. In fact, she had heard of Ming Liudong's calligraphy and painting early on, and she had always been eager to be able to witness it, even if it was just a glance, it was enough for her.

And the reason why I am so eager for Ming Liudong's calligraphy and painting is mainly because the artistic conception in Ming Liudong's paintings is said to be all derived from his own novels, which adds a sense of mystery to Ming Liudong's calligraphy and paintings.

The artistic conception of Ming Liudong's novel is far-reaching and beautiful, so what will Ming Liudong's calligraphy and painting artistic conception be?

"What are you thinking?"

Hearing this, Murong Jin came back to his senses. When she saw Sima Mo sniffing her ink hair, her face was slightly red.

"Can't tell me?" Sima Mo sprayed hot air on her neck, "Sometimes I really want to pry your head open to see what you're thinking. As the words fell, he bit hard into her delicate skin.

"It hurts!"

Murong Jin let out a low cry, Sima Mo removed his lips, but his arms tightened tighter and tighter, "This mark is the punishment I give you, you must always remember that you are my woman, and you have to stay by my side for the rest of your life." ”

He didn't like to see her thoughts flying, it would make him think she was far away from him.

Hearing this, Murong Jin was stunned.

Sima Mo smelled Murong Jin's fragrance, forcibly suppressed the desire in his heart, and then took out one of the scrolls from the painting tube on the imperial case, and raised his eyebrows, "Ming Liudong's calligraphy and painting, see if you like it or not?"

Murong Jin was stunned again, he didn't expect the scroll to be hidden here.

After taking the scroll, Murong Jin slowly opened it, and as the scroll was opened, the scenery in the painting slowly appeared.

I saw a mist around the peak, in the sunset purple air rising, there seems to be nothing, a group of birds frolicking in the mountains and forests, and the mountains and forests are full of peach blossoms, falling flowers are colorful, beautiful......

The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning. There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it.

Murong Jin's gaze suddenly fell on the two lines of poetry in the painting, and then a hint of brightness flashed in his dark eyes.

Xanadu?

Murong Jin remembered Ming Liudong's novel "Marriage Pavilion" in his mind, could this be the paradise written by Ming Liudong?

"Do you still like this reward?"

Murong Jin came back to his senses and nodded.

Sima Mo raised his hand and stroked Murong Jin's ink hair, his eyes doting, "Just like it." ”

Murong Jin carefully put away the scroll as if he had received a treasure, "Thank you, Sima Mo." ”

I have to say that she really likes this calligraphy and painting, just because Xanadu has always been what she yearns for.

"Just a thank you?"