Su Zhuo was finally moved.

As the soft silk slid down, there was only a close-fitting obscene garment left on Bai Xiaoli's body, and there was no other strand of it.

The smooth and firm skin of this talented girl of the academy looked particularly dazzling in the faint light.

While covering her chest, she slowly bent down, revealing a smooth and slender jade back, and the tether extending from the bandeau interlaced into a bow at the snow-white neck, the red color and the skin of Na Shengxue set off each other, making it even more enchanting.

She took off her Yunxue embroidered shoes, revealing a pair of beautiful and crystalline white greasy feet, and it was not until this time that the two tight and smooth slender jade legs finally let Su Zhuo see them at a glance, looking at them like snow cotton, as if they were about to sink at the slightest touch.

Although he didn't know what kind of situation the pride of the king's shopkeeper's legs were, the scene in front of him had already made Su Zhuo's mouth dry.

Su Zhuo's gaze was very complicated: "White girl, you are ......"

Bai Xiaoli Yujing was blushing, her eyes were full of spring water, as if she had finally let go, she sat on the soft floor that Su Zhuo used to rest on weekdays, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you mind if I lie down?"

Su Zhuo looked at her for a while before he smiled and said, "It's good that the white girl doesn't dislike it, how can I be so exquisite." ”

Bai Xiaoli smiled, and it was extremely moving.

After getting Su Zhuo's permission, she slowly put the pair of long jade legs on the couch.

Bai Xiaoliqiong's nose moved slightly, as if she could still feel the breath that Su Zhuo had left on the couch, and her delicate ears began to get hot.

She tried her best to calm down, turned sideways to face Su Zhuo, propped up her white lotus root arms on the couch, supported the head of the mantis in her palm, and naturally put her legs together, leaving no gaps, in such a posture, it was even more attractive.

With a bit of shame in her clear eyes, she looked at Su Zhuo, who was a little distracted, and said softly: "There was once a great Confucian who scolded the Spring Palace like this - absurd and slang, deviant, wandering and tricky, and it should be strictly forbidden." However, I have also heard that Song Bingyang, a genius who paints Taoist ghosts, thinks that the so-called Spring Palace is the painting of the floating world, which is full of life, lustful but not obscene, and secretly fits the avenue, which is the best grade in the painting. ”

"Who are you for?"

She stared at Su Zhuo.

I saw Su Zhuo put on the pen, ink, paper and inkstone without saying a word, and then looked back at her, his eyes were clear, which made Bai Xiaoli's heart inexplicably empty: "It's rare that the white girl has this Yaxing, I should pour all my pen and ink to paint a peerless spring palace." ”

Is it really just a serious and meticulous painting of the Spring Palace?

Bai Xiaoli nodded lightly, but her mood was a little complicated.

It's just a painting......

The young marquis was sitting precariously and opened the picture scroll, which was five feet long.

He paints with a pen.

Danqing dyeing picture scroll.

Wisps of true yuan, which are very different from the monks in the world, start from the dantian, flow through the body, gather in two fingers, flow into the brush, trace the green silk three thousand, and the jade body is horizontal.

The beauty is enchanting, and the danqing is stunning.

Bai Xiaoli, who was lying on the couch on her side, kept looking at Su Zhuo.

The gaze is very complicated.

Five points of shyness, three points of expectation, and two points of disappointment.

Her heart couldn't help beating, her toes tightened, and her crystal jade toes were slightly hooked.

Seeing Su Zhuo's pen, she felt relieved, but because of the lack of this breath in her heart, she suddenly had an indescribable loss.

Suffer from gains and losses.

Her green silk has been lifted, Luo's skirt has faded, and she is lying on his couch almost defenselessly, but he is really just painting, is he so unattractive?

Bai Xiaoli bit her thin lip lightly, like a green snake lying on the soft collapse, and seemed to be a little shy and a little presumptuous, twisting her body.

Her gaze became more and more watery, as if she could hook people's souls.

The beauty on the couch is picturesque.

The painting shows a beautiful woman lying on a couch.

Su Zhuo's eyes flickered, and he saw all of this.

The pen and ink on the paper are vertical and horizontal, and every time the pen is put down, it seems that it is at his fingertips, that is, he will really let go of his hands and feet to paint.

Bai Xiaoli can be trusted, and he also made a promise, saying that he would pour out his pen and ink.

The peaks of the pen rise.

Bai Xiaoli seemed to feel something, her breathing was a little faster, her mouth opened slightly, and her curvy chest began to rise and fall.

Su Zhuo is depicting the waist-length clouds and mist with fine brushwork.

If anyone could see how Su Zhuo was painting at this time, they would be speechless in shock. Even if he followed Su Zhuo for a period of time, Zhang Xingyuan, who had to watch Su Zhuo's last picture of a beauty almost every day, was not much better.

Unbelievable.

This is even beyond what ordinary people know about painting.

The brush in Su Zhuo's hand moved faster and faster, as fast as a swimming dragon, freehand and vertical, but the ink under the pen seemed to be faster, although he only dropped the pen one time at a time, the ink bloomed and blurred in several impossible corners of the scroll.

Under the pen, it is like a spring breeze coming overnight, and thousands of trees and flowers are blooming.

In terms of Dao Struggle, the reason why Su Zhuo was able to injure Nangong Buye with a sword in the air was far more than the so-called qi machine control.

The true element of others is condensed by the aura of heaven and earth, but the true element of Su Zhuo is not like this, it is something created out of nothing.

Since something is created out of nothing, why should we follow the established rules of this heaven and earth?

He has his own rules.

He said yes.

That's fine, there's nothing to do.

Just like the ink and blue under this piece, between these five-foot scrolls, as long as he wants to get it, he can put pen to paper wherever he looks.

Why did he dare to watch the dragon tide with the cultivation of such a thought?

Relying on the fact that he has the knowledge of the sea that only the monks of the Yao True Realm have, he is already extraordinary, and there is still that unfathomable bead in the sea of knowledge.

Su Zhuo's pen is like the wind.

Bai Xiaoli is extremely charming.

The last stroke fell.

Su Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief a little tiredly.

He did put his pen and ink into it, and in the end he was very satisfied with this beautiful picture.

Bai Xiaoli sighed secretly.

He really didn't move an inch, and he didn't get an inch of confusion.

"White girl, I'm done. ”

Su Zhuo blew a mouthful, dried the ink on the scroll, and then slapped the easel, only to hear a crisp sound, the five-foot-long scroll turned abruptly, and it was completely presented in front of Bai Xiaoli's eyes.

The moment she saw this painting, the loss in Bai Xiaoli's heart disappeared at once.

Her pretty face was full of amazement.