"Whew. Less suffers and no creation. Mourning. The more swaddling. Mother and brother Juyu. There is mercy but no authority. …… Three shows in a lifetime. What is the only one? Ambition is not enough. Punishment is difficult to think about. Guilty. Tomorrow. Odorless and odorless. Cai Wei Shan. Emanating Iwaku. Eternal roar. The surname is longevity. ”

In Zhou Heng's study, Shen Ao was singing ancient poems word by word, and under him was a piece of Shu paper, Shen Ao dipped his pen in ink, but he was not in a hurry to write the book.

Wu San'er brought him pastries, while Chun'er looked at Shen Ao, who was chanting poetry with a pair of eyes, while grinding.

"This is said to be comfortable, red sleeves add fragrance, haha, no wonder so many people in later generations are talented and beautiful, it turns out that there are so many benefits to being a talent." Shen Ao was very comfortable in his heart and enjoyed it.

"Brother Shen, what kind of poem are you chanting?" Chun'er looks curious, and her eyes are always big as if they are covered with a layer of mist.

Shen Ao said with a smile: "This is Ji Kang's melancholy poem, the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, all of whom are characters who abandon the classics and respect Lao Zhuang, and who despise the law and worship the law." If such a person wants to portray them, he must first understand their state of mind, and then he can write in one go. ”

Chun'er smiled: "Brother Shen really knows how to draw?" ”

Shen Aohu said with a grimace: "If I can't paint, there is no one in the world who can paint." ”

Wu San'er muttered on the side: "You can talk big, I've known you for so long, and I haven't seen you draw." ”

In fact, Wu San'er is also worried about him, Haikou has already boasted, if he can't make a painting, he will refuse to rest according to Zhou Dashao's intentions. Shen Ao ignored him, but he suddenly approached Chun'er, his nose trembled slightly, and he actually went to smell Chun'er's body fragrance.

"It smells so good!"

"Hey...... Brother Shen ......" Chun'er muttered speechlessly, and her little face was red with embarrassment.

Shen Ao smiled: "I'm sketching." ”

"Sketching?" Chun'er felt that Shen Ao was lying a lot.

"That is, before painting, we must understand the author's surname, to understand his surname and brushwork, the person who made this painting is called Sun Wei, Sun Wei is a person......" Shen Ao pursed his lips and said: "A little debauched, especially beautiful women, haha, I am also here to experience life and understand Sun Wei's preferences." ”

Wu San'er on the side couldn't help but vomit blood: "Brother Shen, why don't you blush when you lie." ”

Shen Ao waved his hand: "San'er, you go outside, I want to paint." ”

Wu San'er said: "What does painting have to do with me? ”

Shen Ao threw a pen very clearly: "Sun Wei doesn't like stinky men." ”

"Really? Isn't Sun Wei a stinky man himself? Wu San'er decided to fight to the end.

Shen Ao pursed his lips: "The more stinky men are, the more they hate stinky men, the same surname repels each other, different surnames attract each other, do you understand, go out, go out ......"

Wu San'er couldn't do anything, and walked out of the study very sadly.

"You're lying to me." Wu San'er left, Chun'er glared at Shen Ao, and her lower lip was about to be bitten.

Shen Ao crossed his hands confidently: "What did I lie to you, there are flaws everywhere in simple copying." But my copying is different, that is, I regard myself as a grandson, and after the role is replaced, I use the thinking of Sun to understand the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, and then do it in one go, which is the supreme realm of copying. ”

Chun'er couldn't stand the deception, and suddenly her heart softened: "Okay, let you smell it again." ”

Shen Ao threw down his pen and pressed step by step: "No, it's not enough to just smell it, it's better to hug it." Sun Wei paints with beautiful women. I want to feel his feelings with my heart. ”

Shen Ao then shook his head in annoyance: "A good girl like Chun'er, I can't bear to blaspheme her, hey, this grandson, the painting is so good, why is the surname Bing so bad." Forget it, I'm not going to experience him. ”

"But if you don't experience him, you can't copy a good painting, and you can't give the young master an errand, it's a real headache."

Chun'er lowered her head, embarrassed and speechless, and took out a lot of courage to say: "If you can come to Brother Shen to make a difference, then Chun'er will let you hug it." ”

Shen Ao said angrily: "No, I'd rather be beaten to death by the young master than desecrate Miss Chun'er." Miss Chun'er is a fairy figure like Luoshen, I can see her face, and it is already abrupt to talk to her. Kissing her skin again, it is really a sin that deserves death. ”

Chun'er's tears were about to come out, it turned out that she was so noble in Shen Ao's heart. But after thinking about it, if Shen Ao couldn't make a painting, he would annoy the young master......

Thinking of this, Chun'er's eyes were red, and she trembled slightly close to Shen Ao, and whispered: "Brother Shen, I'...... I ......"

"What's wrong with Chun'er?" Shen Ao graciously picked up the pen again, looking very hesitant.

Chun'er bit her lip, and her gentle body came over, sticking to Shen Ao's chest like a frightened kitten, and her body was still trembling.

"Wow, that's not good." Shen Ao thought very hurtly, and hurriedly cooperated with Chun'er, and suddenly took her in his arms, and the delicate body in his arms trembled slightly. His breathing became more and more rapid, first a little squirming, and then completely overlapping with Shen Ao.

"It's fragrant, it's even more fragrant." Shen Ao took a deep breath intoxicated, the conspiracy succeeded, and his mood became even happier. Lifting Chun'er's jaw with a free hand, he gently touched her cherry lips: "Haha, Ben Xiaowu's inspiration is here." ”

After the hug, Chun'er was too ashamed to raise her head, and Ai Ai said, "Brother Shen, let's paint quickly." ”

"Okay." Shen Ao pinched the pen, as if he had changed a person all of a sudden, his wrist danced slightly, and the tip of the pen dipped a little ink on the snow-white Shu paper, and then the pen walked away and drew briskly.

Just now, he still looked debauched, but at this moment he seemed extremely serious, his wrists did not stop, and a pair of eyes turned directly with the peak of the pen, as if he had forgotten to breathe.

This kind of seriousness made Xiang'er lose her mind all of a sudden. I saw him engrossed in ink, constantly using his pen to outline the outlines of the seven sages on the paper. His eyes sparkled, focused and sharp. Sometimes, his eyes sparkled with joy; From time to time, his brows furrowed in annoyance. Sometimes he clasped his hands and fell into deep thought, and sometimes he unconsciously let out a hearty laugh and continued to dot ink.

After half an hour, he sighed, put down his pen, and carefully and gently blew the undried ink: "It's done." He yelled outside the study: "San'er, come in." ”

Wu San'er walked in and Xiang'er leaned over to look at the painting, and sure enough, a beautiful picture appeared in her eyes, and Xiang'er sighed sincerely: "Brother Shen's painting is really good." ”

Wu San'er frowned: "Brother Shen, this painting is slightly different from the one that the county lord gave to the young master. ”

Shen Ao smiled and said, "Naturally, it's different, if it's exactly the same, then it's inferior." What I am copying is not Sun Wei's paintings, but Sun Wei's painting style, the kind of pen is exquisite, majestic and unrestrained, and the feeling of high elegance, which is the supreme realm of copying. ”

Shen Ao picked up the pastries on the table and took a bite: "San'er, go and call the young master and let him come and see." ”

Wu San'er muttered, "Call me in and call me out." ”