Sketches, a few strange and beautiful lines, under the brush of this sad genius, slowly sketch a glorious and beautiful clothes.

Immediately, the tip of the ink pen moved slightly, and the light clothes enveloped the delicate and concave figure.

After this figure appeared, the sad genius holding the paintbrush frowned slightly, as if he felt that there was a defect, and then the deep eyes of the genius slowly closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After half a ring, I saw that the sad genius's eyes opened, as if he had come to inspiration, and the delicate brush in his hand "swished" a few times, and danced quickly, as if he was moving.

In an instant, the edge of the ancient costume skirt blown by the breeze in the painting appeared with cyan embroidered rose threads, and the rose flowers opened, delicate as dew-drenched flowers, and as beautiful as dark red ancient crystals, and the buds spread all over the place, like stars dotting the edge of the entire cyan Luo skirt.

Then, the sad young man took three steps back, and when he saw the rice paper at this time, his frowning brows slowly loosened, and a sweet smile slowly rose on his handsome face.

Because of the few simple lines added to this brush, it completely outlines the beauty of the innocent girl in his mind, which is like a fireworks that does not eat the world, and is as beautiful as a fairy.

Look at the top layer, the white rice paper sandwiched on the ancient drawing board, and on the expensive rice paper, a woman who seems to be the Nine Heavens Xuannu descended to earth is suddenly presented on this rice paper.

Her eyes are like the moon, her lips are like pink cherry blossoms, and her clear and transparent eyes are like the purest elves in heaven and earth surrounding her, elegant and dusty, noble and holy, like the beauty of a fairy in the sky.

Such a smart modern innocent girl, her smile and smile appeared on the expensive white rice paper under the brush of this sad son, the slanting sea, the very kawaii pink hairpin, and the green silk draped on the shoulders were perfect

Seeing such a beautiful fairy in the painting, the deep eyes of the sad genius closed again, and in the blink of an eye, the genius seemed to fall into his sad state of mind, and slowly rippled out bursts of boundless thoughts.

This thought has no wings, but it points to the sky, and I don't know if the beautiful fairy on the other side of the sky can feel it.

"At the end of the day, the little emperor misses you so much" asked Cangtian with closed eyes, and only whispered such a sentence after half a sound.

The delicate animal bone brush in his hand fell lightly into the inkstone, not looking at the beautiful fairy on the rice paper, because the fairy's appearance had been imprinted in his mind, lingering, and could not be extinguished!

Standing on the top floor, feeling the melody of the wind, between the silence of all the waves, the exquisite heart of several twists and turns, constantly reminiscing about everything that had been.

At this moment, Wen Cangtian's mind seemed to have passed through the gate of time and space, and instantly returned to the Asian region of the earth, to a certain place in Liaoning Province, and to the room ravaged by Ling Mo.

The slapstick and frolic of the past seemed to be just yesterday, and it seemed like it was in the previous life. In the past and present lives, it is unclear, the way is unclear, maybe all this is providence.

A faint contemplation, lingering affection, suddenly drifted away, and the promise was that in a few moments, the hand of the son, the eternal vow of wanting to be with the same elder, will not be extinguished.

How many degrees of red dust, Siqing, Nianqing, do you know?

The red dust is long, and there is no regret about the edge of the peach blossom pond water.

The red dust is gloomy, there is no regret about the pain of longing, true love is not afraid of calamity, the mandarin ducks fly hand in hand like wings, and the depth of love is comparable to the sky.

Red dust fetters, no regrets that love is revealed, bit by bit converges into a river, the heart on the other side of the flower has not changed, a thousand years of bitter love, like a dream.

The red dust is dashing, the fingers are dyed with seven strings, the soul is haunted by dreams, the tears have been wet, this love is solid, it is difficult to put it away.

The red dust is free, there is no regret that the butterfly maple is like a wave, whispering the words of the world, the endless world, getting lost, chasing the waves for thousands of years, and growing old with the son.

Stay together, just for an unforgettable look back in this life, three thousand if the water only takes a scoop, a love is tens of millions of years.

Acacia, just for the strange first encounter, the breath of youth, like a breeze caressing his heart, that Yi heart in love, happy and romantic, flowers bloom for half a life, but forever!

Painting the ground as a prison, binding my heart, I would like to turn the stone bridge into five hundred years of wind blowing, five hundred years of rain, regardless of the nobility, regardless of the flashiness, three thousand flowers, a lifetime of concern.

Treat the long hair and waist of the Iraqi people, so that the king can take you? The Iraqi people are far away, their faces remain unchanged, and the appearance of the alluring city is tilted into the city at one glance, and then the country is tilted into the country.

In the previous life, in this life, we look at each other, let the flying flowers blow the twilight snow, the cold wind deceives, and I remember by the railing, and I want to be a twilight and dynasty in the past and present life!

In that life, you are a butterfly, I am a falling flower, my heart is broken, and the butterfly travels to the end of the world;

In that life, you were the singer, I was the pipa, the sound of the troubled times, and the fate of the years;

In that life, you are the peach blossom, I am the wind, lingering, fragrant thousands of homes;

In that life, you were the wind, I was the yellow sand, the wind carried the sand, and I saw the red glow;

In that life, you were the stars, I was the crescent moon, accompanied by shadows, and the world was moved.

Not to mention the Jin Ge Iron Horse, but where the water and moon mirror flowers, a prosperous moment in the world, that wisp of green smoke that has been handed down from generation to generation, is embellished with the myth of the eternal relationship between you and me.

How sad is a pipa song? The two places are lovesick and drunk with three thousand.

Four o'clock is not seen and five are more disabled, and June is sad and slightly cold.

The seven strings are difficult to play and read in the heart, who reads the first floor of the eight lines?

The nine-fold distant mountains are broken, and the ten-mile Lanting Moon is incomplete.

"The rain has passed through Egret State, nostalgic for the Tongque Tower, the slanting sun dyes the grass, flies red several times, and sways the far sails on the river" I don't know where, this "Alluring the Country and the City" sang out from a woman's mouth, a different kind of charm, touching people's hearts.

"Hee-hee, Sister Cuihua, you sing so well, are you done?"

"It's good, it's so good, it's so special, it's completely different from the songs I've heard before. ”

"Well, that's so good, keep singing, hehe. ”

"Sing again, sing again, sing again. A group of maids in the palace surrounded the woman who was singing, and said in a chirping voice.

After listening to the praise of many women, the little face of the singing maid turned slightly red, as if she was a little embarrassed, and said slowly: "Oh, don't say it, my singing is not good!

"The fourth prince Mi Xiu sings the Divine Comedy, the kind of tenderness like water, blazing like fire, alas, I can't sing it. ”

Speaking of this, the maid frowned slightly, trying to think about the reason, as if she was worried about not being able to sing the best.

"Sister Cuihua, aren't you? You sing so well, and you don't rap well? I don't believe it!"

"I don't believe it either"

"I don't believe it either!"

"Sister Cuihua sings so well, she is ashamed that she is not as good as Prince Mixiu, how good is this Prince Mixiu singing? This Prince Mixiu is both handsome and chic, hehe, the beautiful man sings such a tender song, I really want to hear it!"

A certain nymphomaniac woman, her eyes were leaking out, and she couldn't help but say what was in her heart.

"Hey, what are you thinking about, really, spring heart rippling!"

"Okay, you two don't mess around, let's talk about how this song is in the fourth prince Mi Xiuna. ”

These maids were chirping and noisy, and most of them still didn't believe what Sister Cuihua said, after all, after Sister Cuihua sang this song, it was already comparable to the Divine Comedy of Heaven, how could there be someone who sang it better than her.

Besides, the fourth prince Mi Xiu is still a man, and a man sings such a tender tune, how can he compare to a woman who is as vocal as a yellow warbler.

"Alas, I know you don't believe it, sisters, if you don't believe it, you can try to send a few meals to the fourth prince, listen to what he sings, the fourth prince Mi Xiu has been humming this song quietly every day in recent days, and occasionally there are other strange tunes, I don't understand very well. ”

"Yes, remember, don't be fascinated by the beautiful picture he drew with lines, that painting is as beautiful, unique, and very attractive as the song he sang. ”

"That painting is very special, it is a painting that I have never seen, that is, it is not a work of splashing ink, nor is it a painting of depiction, it is like a carved seal, and it is also the most beautiful painting I have ever seen in my life, I envy that girl, I can make the fourth prince Mi Xiu miss so much"

As she spoke, the maid named Cuihua couldn't help but think of the painting in her mind again, and she didn't say anything, as if she was recalling the beauty of the painting and was deeply attracted.

"Giggles, okay, okay, isn't it just to deliver food to the beautiful man of the fourth prince, hehe, I'll come first, what kind of painting is it, let Sister Cuihua say it is so good-looking, my little horn must be seen." ”

"Oh, little trumpet sister, let me come first, let's be so good that I will go first. A maid hurriedly hugged the little trumpet's arm and said with a little pleading.

"No, Sister Little Trumpet, Sister Little Butterfly, I'm the youngest of our sisters, can you all let me go?"

Another young maid said noisily.

"Oh, this one doesn't matter how young or old, I'll go first, sisters. The little horn said a little impatiently.

"I'm first" "I'm first"

"I'll go first, hum" "I'll go first, hum!"

The quarrel of many maids finally pulled Sister Cuihua back from the aftertaste of the painting, and seeing that this group of sisters were arguing about delivering food, Sister Cuihua smiled slightly and said, "Okay, okay, don't quarrel, one a day, our sisters take turns, it's okay, right?"

"Tomorrow, let Xiao Cherry go first, she is the youngest among our sisters, and she has never seen the four princes, so let her go and see it first, anyway, the fourth prince Mi Xiu will not leave, and the sisters can see it." ”

Among the maids, this Sister Cuihua seems to be the little leader in this group of maids, when she said this, many maids felt very fair, and no one refuted it, and the youngest little cherry couldn't close her mouth with a smile.