Start with the eyes, a pair of long eyelashes and apricot eyes.

The female corpse at the bottom of the lake has a part of Hu blood, and the skeletal face will be slightly different from that of the Han girl.

Next, it's time to draw lines and blend colors.

Gu Tan entered the palace for a few days, and he was already familiar with the makeup in the palace.

He is accustomed to using the orchid drawing technique, the pen is decisive and fast, the center changes freely, Shaoqing, Gu tilts the pen, and looks at the lord of the country with his hand.

The chamberlain hurriedly presented the painting.

"This painting ......," the lord of the kingdom looked surprised.

Others gathered to watch.

But what is depicted in the painting is not just a woman.

——The night is dark, the lake is turbulent, a woman falls to the bottom of the lake, her eyes are full of sorrow, reflecting the swaying lotus shadow, Wu takes the wind, as if the painting is alive.

Dali Siqing was amazed, painting for the bones, it was already extraordinary, how could he know the state of mind of the deceased at that time?

Cast a mist before somebody's eyes!

Gu Tian walked up to the lord of the country and said respectfully: "This girl came to the middle of the lake by boat and was pushed into the water, but she was killed by an acquaintance. ”

The lord of the country thought about it and had some sense.

"It's just the woman in the painting, who knows it?" The lord of the country handed over the painting to Dali Temple.

Dali Temple got the painting and was about to go down to investigate, when a eunuch came recklessly.

Just now, Father-in-law Fang looked at it from a distance and felt familiar.

At this moment, he recognized the woman in the painting as his sister who had entered the palace with him. Last year, his sister told him that someone wanted to marry her, but then there was no news.

Father-in-law Fang was on an errand in front of the lord of the country, and he had inquired about her whereabouts, and now, his sister was sunk at the bottom of the lake, how could he not be heartbroken?

He hugged the painting, hid his face and wept.

"Who's ......?"

"Who Hurt You ......"

He was overwhelmed with grief, and suddenly, as if he had figured out something.

Looking at the main hall, a strong hatred emerged, and Father-in-law Fang clenched his fists and rushed to a guard.

He suddenly raised his hand and drew the guard's saber.

Father-in-law Fang was surprisingly fast, and the other guards finally reacted, ran forward, and dragged him together.

Father-in-law Fang gritted his teeth, and with one blow, he pierced the straight knife through the guard's henchman.

"You lied to her!" Father-in-law Fang roared angrily.

The guards deceived her feelings, and also deceived Fang's father-in-law's trust, poor people like them from a small place were despised after all.

"Hurry up—"

There was chaos in the hall, and Father-in-law Fang was killed on the spot because of the murder in front of the palace. The rest of the people protected the lord of the country and escaped all the way out of the hall in the middle of the lake.

In the end, only Ming Juezi and Gu Tian remained.

Ming Juezi picked up the painting that fell on the ground and returned it to Gu Tian: "Gu Painter is talented, but it's a pity that he used it in the wrong place." ”

Gu Qian was puzzled: "It is a matter of responsibility to share the worries of the lord of the country, why am I wrong?" ”

Gu Tian stared at him, and the fence covered his face, so that Gu Tian couldn't see through the Taoist priest in front of him.

Ming Juezi turned around and walked out the door.

"Gu Painter knows how to repay his kindness, and there is indeed nothing wrong with it." Ming Juezi folded his hands and stepped out of the temple door slowly, and a cold wind blew, and the sound seemed ethereal.

He stepped down the steps, uncovered the mouth of the gourd, poured in a sip of wine, and was so cold that his neck shrunk.

"Jinling is beautiful and beautiful, but it has been a little deserted recently. Tsk, in this season, it's best to make a hot wine in a kettle, and I don't know if the restaurant outside the palace still has a curfew......"

Tonight the lord of the kingdom was frightened, and when he went back, he rested.

The gifts sent by the envoys of various countries were put into the treasury by the household department.

When the night deepened, the treasury soldiers blocked the treasury and went back to their rooms to rest.

And in the corner, the puppet Ah Feng suddenly moved.

She stood firmly on the wall, lifted her eyelids, and a pair of black eyes probed around to make sure that no one was nearby, and then she followed the wooden staircase to the top floor.

The things stored on the top floor are the treasures that have been collected since the founding of the country.

After the birthday banquet, Liu Ruyan changed her appearance as Princess Afeng, exchanged with the puppets, and successfully entered the treasury.

Shen Yanchu waited for an opportunity to sneak into the lord's bedroom.

The two split up to find the Xuankun Seal.

She searched the treasury carefully, and in the end, in vain. The Xuankun seal is neither in the treasury nor in the palace.

Where exactly is it hidden?

As an artist, Liu Ruyan has not spent much time in the palace, and there are only a handful of places to go.

She had been lying in bed all night, tossing and turning, still clueless.

Xu didn't sleep well at night, and when he woke up in the morning, he was still a little tired.

She went to the courtyard to fetch clean water to wash, but there was movement outside.

As soon as Liu Ruyan turned around, she saw Wan Jinqiu coming unhurriedly, holding a cloth in her hand.

Wan Jinqiu smiled softly: "The girl came from afar, I'm afraid I'm not used to the cold winter here, this bed is filled with duck feathers, and you can sleep more peacefully at night." ”

Liu Ruyan thanked with a smile: "Wan Zhangyi has a heart." ”

Wan bowed his head slightly this autumn and walked into the house.

The two of them entered the house one after the other, as if this autumn had their backs to her, and laid the cloth for her.

"I heard that Dali will grow a kind of crop, the color is white, the texture is soft, whether rich or poor, it can be used, the local people weave it into a cloth to keep out the cold, and the cover is very warm." Wan Jinqiu said with a light smile.

Liu Ruyan didn't know this kind of textile crop, she looked at it lightly, and asked for a while: "Miss Wan really doesn't know me?" ”

Wan Jinqiu was stunned in his hand, turned around, stared at her, and his eyes showed confusion: "We've met?" ”

At that time, Liu Ruyan took off her disguise in front of her, as if she had seen it with her own eyes this autumn, and she should know it.

Since Miss Wan refuses to recognize each other......

She apologized: "Xu is my mistake." ”

Miss Wan stood up and said slowly: "If the girl needs it, you can go to the front hall to find me, and don't disturb the girl's rest." ”

"There is labor." Liu Ruyan sent her out of the courtyard.

After returning to the room, Liu Ruyan found a pen and paper and drew a map of Miyagi.

She painted meticulously, and before she knew it, it was almost noon.

When Shen Yan first entered the house, he saw her sitting at the table and looking at herself.

"What are you thinking?" He spun around to cover the door.

Liu Ruyan raised her eyes from the paper and saw him close the door, and the room suddenly darkened for a moment.

She wondered, "What do you do when the door is closed in broad daylight?" ”

Shen Yanchu glanced to the side unnaturally, his eyes were a little floating: "It's windy outside." ”

As he spoke, he lit the candlestick and placed it near to her.

Liu Ruyan buried her head, lowered her eyes and contemplated, a small cluster of orange flames reflected her sideburns, as if crossing a layer of honey, Shen Yanchu watched quietly, and the tenderness overflowing from her eyes was unknown.

She used her hand as a pen and swiped through the picture one by one: "I have already searched here, and there are still a few palaces left." ”

Shen Yanchu glanced at the map, and his fingertips brushed: "The Listening Hall and the thirty-two halls of the harem can be excluded, as for the rest of the well-defended, it is better to start with the Library Pavilion first." ”

She suddenly realized: "Maybe it will be recorded in the book!" ”

Shen Yanchu chuckled, his eyes fell on the paper, the snow-white paper roll was lined with a pair of plain hands, ten fingers were tender and smoking, and the slender jade was soft and red.

It's flawless, and a touch of dark red is particularly eye-catching.

"What's the frostbite?" He held it up, only to find that her hand was as cold as iron.