On the other side of the veil is a man who is also drawing.

He also wore the expressionless masks on the faces of the guests outside. But Yu Moji only needed a glance to be able to recognize it, and it was Yuan Zhizhi, who had not been seen for a long time.

He and Chai Jingliu are both highly skilled painters, but their painting styles are very different.

Even though Chai Jingliu has been adrift on the river and mountain boat all the year round, what he shows in front of Yu Moji at this moment is a delicate appearance, the makeup, clothes and accessories are all elegant, and there is nothing lacking in demeanor and etiquette, and he looks like he is no different from the official ladies of the Great Qi Empire. Such a beauty with strict makeup, the orchids she depicts are extremely freehand, as suave as a gentleman, free and easy as a ronin, just like the impression that Yuan Zhizhi gives people on weekdays.

Yuan is the complete opposite. He usually does things for people, and there are many "freehand" meanings, but his works strive to be detailed and realistic, and like the popular customs and paintings in the market, he emphasizes a kind of interest from reality.

The same is true of his unfinished paintings.

Through the veil, he still sketches Chai Jingliu's attitude and appearance when painting.

Yuan Pingzhi's attention was originally all on the pen, but now he heard Chai Jingliu's question, but he didn't mean to be disturbed at all, and only temporarily stopped drawing. The movement of him putting down the brush was almost exactly the same as Chai Jingliu's posture, and it looked like there was a different kind of gentleness.

He straightened up and raised his hand to take off the mask that covered his face, but he just smiled at Chai Jingliu and did not answer.

Yu Mochen couldn't care about Chai Jingliu's joke about dancing anymore. The last time she saw Yuan Pingzhi, she knew that she had died by mistake in the past, not only Master Xu, but also Yuan Pingzhi's father. When she came, she struggled all the way, and she still doesn't know how to deal with it. At this moment, she can only use all her strength to prevent herself from escaping in the wilderness - if she hides now, what will she do in the future?

At this moment, Yuan Pingzhi's face, which had never been unfamiliar, suddenly reminded Yu Moji. Her own face was also covered with such a mask that covered her face and expression.

Yu Moji's hand had already been raised, but he quietly changed his purpose halfway. Eventually, her fingertips brushed her sideburns lightly, brushing away a few strands of hair that were as uncalm as her own, and then she lay them down without a tail. The different tacit understanding between the couple made her feel a sense of oppression. This sense of oppression was completely born from the bottom of her own heart, but it clearly made her feel that she was completely superfluous.

Yuan Yizhi was a man after all, and he couldn't fully perceive Yu Moji's twists and turns that he didn't quite understand. He just glanced at Yu Moji thoughtfully, paused for a moment as his eyes swept over her fingertips, and then he smiled, "You're here." ”

At this moment, Yu Mojian's thoughts suddenly quieted down. She bowed her head lightly and whispered, "Yes." ”

"I was still hesitating, thinking that I should go out to meet you," Yuan Pingzhi said aloud, "but after thinking about it, I think you might prefer to see the master of this room first." ”

Yu Mojin smiled a slightly shyly. This smile is really hasty. Fortunately, the blank mask was quite dedicated to taking responsibility, perfectly covering the slightly frustrated, helpless, and self-deprecating expression of Yu Moji.

There was a trace of bitterness in her heart - in Yuan Yizhi's expression, there was no meaning of resentment at all. He had always been like this, but he was more and more embarrassed by the ink marks.

Yuan Pingzhi's gaze had already turned to Chai Jingliu. Unlike other people who have been on the battlefield, there has always been no aggression in his eyes, and at this moment, the candlelight inside and outside the veil is circulating in his eyes, and he looks at Chai Jingliu with a little more pleasure and sweetness that is not easy to detect.

Yu Moji quietly looked away from his eyes.

Yuan Pingzhi said with a smile, "You two have already met, but our Xiaoyu has always been a child who attaches great importance to etiquette, and let me introduce one or two more." "It's probably because of Chai Jingliu's presence, and there is a little more naughty element in his smile." This is Xiaoyu, whom I often mention to you, a very hard-working and smart child. It's just that his personality is too introverted, and he doesn't like to talk very much in front of people. ”

Yu Moji quietly lowered his head.

She has been in the house for a long time, and she has never felt that she is much younger than Yuan Pingzhi, but Yuan Pingzhi always treats her as a child.

Yuan Pingzhi introduced to her again, "This is Jingliu, her real surname is Chai, and she is the owner of this ship. In the future, she will be my wife. ”

Yu Moji nodded. After she heard Ling Aixu talk about this, she never forgot it. After that, though, she tried her best to behave as if she didn't know about it.

Now she is in the smooth and harmonious atmosphere between Yuan Yizhi and Chai Jingliu, but she doesn't know if she can still maintain this feigned calmness.

Fortunately, Yuan Pingzhi called Yu Moji all the way to Jiayuan River, of course, not just to introduce his future wife to her.

When the wine was cold and the light was dim, the magic of the mask had reached the end of the crossbow, and the songs and conversations were no longer as enjoyable as before, but gradually became a little more hesitant.

As the host, Chai Jingliu obviously expected this early on, and she did not wait for the guests' interest to dissipate, so she secretly supported the singers and dancers on the ship to lead the guests who were already drunk out of the hall one by one with sweet smiles, gentle words, and soft postures.

Yu Moji didn't know where all these guests ended up. She only noticed that some of them had been led into the depths of the huge ship by the girls. There were many cabins, not as bright as the hall, and the guests and girls went in and never came out; In addition, there were a few guests, some alone, some leaving in twos and threes. Their faces were still masked, and the little sampans that had been prepared were brought to them by the girls in scarves and the attendants dressed in black.

Some of them were taken to the river in small boats that appeared at some point, while others faded away and eventually disappeared into the darkness, where they were finally safely returned to the shore, to the present world where they had to take off their masks and use their original forms as weapons.

Yu Moji also got on such a small sampan. Yuan Yizhi stood beside her, and at the helm was Chai Jingliu, whose face was covered with a scarf.

She is indeed a versatile person, with a moving face and voice, and she is the boss of a ship, and she can draw such a picture scroll that is difficult for people to forget, and at the same time, such a pair of slender hands can support the boat so skillfully.

However, it was also at this time that Yu Mojin discovered that although Chai Jingliu was indeed beautiful, her long figure was deliberately made - her movements were a little bigger, her layered long skirts swayed in the wind, and the strangeness of her shoes under her feet was revealed.

Yu Moji has been immersed in the armor for many years, and is very sensitive to the structure of many things, which makes it feel a little strange at the moment. She looked at it a few more times, only to find that Chai Jingliu's soles should have been treated very specially, raising her body a few points. It seems that Chai Jingliu's original size should be similar to Yi Xiaoyu. I don't know if the girl on the boat is more petite than ordinary people.

However, despite the difference in shoes, Chai Jingliu walked around, but he was also walking on the ground. The surroundings were dim, and the ink marks could not be seen clearly, so she could only guess that either Chai Jingliu had become accustomed to it, or the person who designed this kind of shoes for her had specially considered the problem of walking. She speculated that it was more likely to be the latter. Yuan Yizhi behind Chai Jingliu is not a person who is also proficient in the structure of the Yanji?

Beauty really takes effort. Fortunately, under Chai Jingliu's beauty, Yuan Zhizhi seems to fully accept it.

Yu Moji straightened his hair bun and glanced down at his shoes that had been stained with dust all the way. She has a military rank, and her own job is Yanshi, and she dresses mostly for the convenience of movement on weekdays, standing next to Chai Jingliu, she naturally lacks the exquisite beauty of pillow makeup.

The humility that Yu Mochen often had in his heart did not show his head again at this moment. She understands that this is her own choice.

After a short time, Chai Jingliu took them to another smaller ship.

It was not like the bustling ship, which was silent and there were no lights. Chai Jingliu carried a lantern and led the way in front. Yu Moji silently followed behind, trying to dispel the many shadows about the river and mountain ship in his heart.

Memories are really scary things. Especially in the dark, she will inevitably have some not-so-good associations.

Thankfully, the darkness was only covered by the cabins above deck. Chai Jingliu led them down the stairs for a while, opened a locked door, and presented Yu Moji with the scene in front of her, which surprised her very much.

It was a full cabin of armor weapons, and the four walls were all bookshelves, piled high with books, atlases, and scrolls.

Yu Moji couldn't help but exclaim, "I didn't expect that there are such rich treasures on the Jiayuan River. She had more or less learned some of the bloody history of the Great Qi Empire, and deliberately did not mention the words "Jiangshan Ship".

Yuan Yizhi obviously fully understood what she meant. He didn't get to the bottom of it, but replied quite calmly, "It's not part of the ship." To be precise, this is actually my own private collection. ”

Yu Moji was stunned for a moment, and then understood.

As a general of the Great Qi Empire, whether it is out of his own position or hobby, he has some collections of Yan Armor, which is completely reasonable and understandable.

What does it matter if people are willing to install their private libraries on land or on the Jiayuan River?

When he arrived here, Chai Jingliu smiled and handed the lantern to Yuan Pingzhi, stepped aside, and said, "I'll go back to the main ship to rest first." Since this is your place, it is up to you to take Xiaoyu around. ”

The house belonged to the Yuan, but the ship did not know to whom it belonged. But in either case, it is a reasonable thing for Chai Jingliu to have his own cabin on this ship.

Yu Moji thanked her.

In addition, before Chai Jingliu left, Yu Moji slightly widened the distance between himself and Yuan Zhizhi.

Even if Chai Jingliu doesn't care, even if there may not be so much etiquette on the Jiayuan River, Yu Moji also understands that he should avoid suspicion.

She followed Yuan Zhizhi for a small half turn, and saw something resting on the side.

That was the twenty-four consecutive thousand machine crossbow in his hand when Lu Chen reprimanded her before.