Zhang Yixin's departure was just the beginning, and Li Hongtian finally understood what he meant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info One woman after another took him as a prey, and in the name of pure rhyme, he opened his mouth to show favor. It is no exaggeration to say that he has become the prince charming in the eyes of the Jiangnan girl at this time, the lover of his dreams. Although he was originally a prince.

The third, fourth, fifth, Li Hongtian doesn't know how many, even Li Hongtian has a feeling of fluttering immortals. At this moment, the Hundred Flowers Show finally ushered in the first alternative woman. This is different, not because she is the only one who does not speak through pure rhyme, but because of her purity.

"The little woman Ye Feiye, the vice president of the Qingyun Book Club. To be honest, the little girl didn't want to participate in this flower show. But since I was pulled by my sisters, I'll perform one or two. ”

The woman who spoke was dressed in silk white, and the cloud patterns on it were faintly visible, and even under the dark sky, it was still so dazzling. This woman is not only white in her clothes, but also white and dazzling, and the white satin cannot steal her light in the slightest. With a goose-egg-like face, delicate facial features, and fair skin, it can be said that this is the first woman who can meet the standards of Master Li since the start of the competition. The man below was already boiling because of such a woman. Of course, they also know that this is not the time to estrus, because the women's show has already begun.

This woman is also performing a sword dance, but the sword dance she performed is completely different from what Zhang Yixin performed. A huge roll of white silk was stretched out by twelve maids and stood in the hollow. Then the woman took off her embroidered shoes and stood in a large inkstone that had already been polished. The pitch-black ink polluted the little feet that deceived the frost and snow, and the white skirt did not escape the doom of being polluted.

Seeing this, Zhou Mingyue didn't reply and said, "Cousin, is this sister going to perform Sister Xinlan's stunt?"

Xinlan, the woman who once used dance as the core in the Hibiscus Garden, painted with cloud sleeves and socks. It can be said that it was one of the most beautiful performances in the Hibiscus Garden, and Li Hongtian didn't expect to see it here today.

"I guess so, but it seems to be more difficult than Miss Xinlan's performance. The sword dance is different from the dance, it is more demanding in the movements, and the sharp weapons are sharp, so each sword must be carefully considered. And Mingyue paid attention to it, her skirt was also stained with ink, which showed that it was also used for painting. This alone is already comparable to the difficulty of Xinlan, let alone sword dance. ”

Hearing this, Zhou Mingyue nodded, looking forward to the performance of this young lady named Ye Feiye.

At this moment, Ye Feiye suddenly moved, and in an instant, a big flipped volley rose in the air, and he had stepped on the center of the white silk in his breath. In the next second, the long sword in Ye Feiye's hand was like silver light, like a dragon going to sea, and like a rainstorm pear blossom. Ye Feiye's footsteps kept moving on the white silk, but the careful Li Hongtian found that Ye Feiye was actually dancing on tiptoe. Seeing this, Li Hongtian understood how she could make her feet without ink absorption paint. Because the tiptoe rises, the ink flows downstream, just like the principle of a fountain pen.

Suddenly, Ye Feiye jumped up in the air and jumped into the inkstone. When the ink soaked her feet and skirt again, she had jumped up again, and the long sword was thrown back, and the person held her head high, like a fairy running to the moon. At this time, Mingyue was in the direction she was running, and such a scene was as picturesque as a fairy.

You look at the scenery from the bridge, and the people who see the scenery look at you from the bridge. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams. At this time, although Ye Feiye was painting, she was also a painting in the eyes of others.

"Cousin, it's so beautiful. ”

Li Hongtian heard this and said, "It's really beautiful, but our bright moon is not bad." She has the bright moon as the decoration, and our bright moon has also been decorated with snow, but you can't see it yourself. ”

Zhou Mingyue was very happy when she heard this, and said happily: "Really? Cousin didn't make me happy, right? Master, is what my cousin said true?"

This is originally true, let alone to Zhou Mingyue. It was Master Li who chuckled, turned back to Zhou Mingyue and said, "Of course what the prince said is true, sister, you don't know, the prince was drunk at the time." ”

"Hee-hee-hee......"

Regardless of whether what the two said was true or not, Zhou Mingyue was very happy.

Then time passed, and a quarter of an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and at this time, Ye Feiye's sword dance painting was also coming to an end. At this moment, near the end, Ye Feiye suddenly made a big move, and the big one was so unexpected. I saw Ye Feiye suddenly spinning and flying. Yes, it's flying, no, maybe it's floating. At this time, Ye Feiye rotated in the center of the ink scroll, and he was spinning in the air for a long time. Drops of ink splashed, and in the blink of an eye, they had spun no less than ten times. After ten laps, Ye Feiye's rotating body slowed down, then fell gently, and then tapped a place with his toes and turned down. At the same time, Ye Feiye turned the long sword in his hand, and with a touch of his slender hand, a string of blood beads flew out instantly. Of course, on such a dark night, both those poor people and knights could only see Ye Feiye's movements clearly. Even with the torches, no one could see the small beads of blood.

"Stand up. ”

As Ye Feiye's words fell, the twelve people stood up the white silk. Yes, it just stood up. It turned out that there were two bamboo poles hidden on both sides of the scroll. The scroll stood up, and at this moment everyone could see the contents of the scroll.

"Hiss~"

......

Countless inhalations rang out. This is not an ink painting of mountains and rivers, nor is it an animal or figure painting. No, it's human, but maybe no one wants to see it. It has a view, but this view is impossible to appreciate. The man was a dead man, countless stumps and broken arms, and broken banners. That scene is the mountains and rivers, but the mountains and rivers are full of blood flowers, and a victory flag is standing, but the flag is broken, and the red is particularly eye-catching.

At this moment, no matter who it is, even if it is just a child, you can feel the sad and tragic atmosphere from this painting.

Suddenly, with a sound of "wow~", a child was scared and cried. Immediately after that, as if there was a chain reaction, cries erupted. And although the adults did not cry, at this moment, their hearts were also heavy. It's as if there's a kind of air in your chest. I can't breathe, I can't swallow.

Li Hongtian and Shi Feixuan can be said to be the only two of them who have not been affected much. Although there is a rhyme in this painting, he has a jade jue. As for Concubine Xuan, she is a Dao realm powerhouse, and she has experienced countless wars, how can the dead people she has seen be affected by a painting?

As for Xiang Wu, those soldiers were caught in the thoughts of Dao Yun. They weren't afraid, they just remembered something.