When Jiang Heng looked at the painting in his hand, he felt a little strange.

No one had ever painted him, and he had never seen himself in the painting, and it was not difficult to see how much he cherished it as his calloused hands carefully held the ink-dried painting.

Luan Yijin came over: "How about it, taste it, General Jiang Xiao." ”

Jiang Heng pursed his lips, his face was tense, and he turned his head to face Luan Yijin: "The minister wants this painting." ”

Hearing him say this, Luan Yijin supported his chin and nodded: "It looks like you like it very much." ”

She didn't say what she thought, sat down opposite the inkstone, put the brush he had just put down in her hand again, and looked at the inkstone with her head propped up: "Then you can draw another picture of me." ”

Yan Fang looked at Luan Yijin, a little unable to contain the expression on his face, and reminded in a tactful low voice: "My lord, it's not too early." ”

Hearing this, Luan Yijin nodded very approvingly: "En, hurry up and draw." ”

Inkstone: ......

He really wanted to lift the table and leave, but the four thousand taels in front of him sat in front of him like this, like a mountain that could not be climbed, crushing his restless heart like a monkey.

What can he do, he is just a layman who takes money to do things. Yan Fang breathed a sigh of relief, but still picked up the brush and traced it on the rice paper again.

Yan Fang quietly compared it in his heart, the "four thousand taels" in front of him looked good, although the eyebrows and eyes were not the current popular elegant looks, but the extremely aggressive beauty made people unable to take their eyes off her body.

It's like everyone in the world loves the elegance of lotus flowers, but she blooms as rich as peonies, and her beauty is flamboyant and wanton.

Maybe the inkstone is too engrossed, and the pen is also like a god helping, and every stroke seems to be compared to Luan Yijin. After the painting was made, even Yan Fang himself was a little amazed, looking at the painting and then looking at the people, there was a little bit that he didn't want to give the painting at hand to "40 million".

It's just that Luan Yijin's maid movements are very neat, and in the gap when he put down his pen, he took out the painting and held it in front of "40 million".

Luan Yijin was also amazed when she saw the painting for the first time, but she didn't expect that the painting skills of this inkstone were really good, and it could draw people with aura.

She held the painting and admired it for a long time, and when the ink was dry, she handed the painting down: "Frame it and give it to General Jiang Xiao." ”

Jiang Heng also saw the painting in Luan Yijin's hand, and saw that the painting was indeed very good, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him would change hands and give it to himself.

Looking at the thin drawing paper in his hand, and then looking at the drawing paper held in the hand of the maid and about to be framed, I deeply felt what the gap was.

It's just that this painting seems to make Luan Yijin interested, she stood beside Yan Fang, personally laid out a piece of drawing paper for him, and asked again with great interest: "Draw another one." ”

The expression on Yan Fang's face cracked inch by inch, and the smile that pulled up looked a little reluctant, and he said dryly: "My lord, in fact, Yan Fang not only knows how to draw, but also has some other more comfortable skills." ”

He has already prompted to this point, and he has really done his duty as a flower house play!

Luan Yijin shook his head very firmly: "You drew very well, I'll take a look at a few first." ”

Yan Fang was shocked by the few sheets of this unit in the other party's mouth, and suddenly felt that this night was too long and dark.

In the end, reason prevailed over emotion, Yan Fang trembled his hand lightly, and picked up the brush, as if the pen weighed a thousand catties.

"Lake lanterns."

"Riverside."

"Painting the boat."

"Langyan Pavilion."

"Tea cup."

"Soft collapse."

……

By the end of the painting, Yan Fang's hands had begun to tremble slightly. His eyes were hollow, his expression glazed over, and he had clearly lost his soul.

He drew one, and Luan Yijin stuffed one to Jiang Heng, and in the end, Jiang Heng hugged a thick pile of drawing paper in his hand.

In the end, it was Jiang Heng who held Luan Yijin: "It's too much, I can't hang it at home." ”

His words made Luan Yijin stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that the person in front of her would go back and hang up these things that she had drawn casually, and after a long silence, she corrected him very seriously and said: "Except for my portrait, everything else can be found in a corner and eaten ashes." She nodded her chin and added, "Your portrait is okay to hang out." ”

Jiang Heng looked at the large pile of drawing paper in his arms, but he didn't react, and the inkstone over there trembled and pinched off the brush that he had been holding in his hand.

There was a crisp click, which attracted the attention of the two people present.

Yan Fang instantly put on a smile that was not so distracted, as if nothing had happened, and straightened out the countertop.

Luan Yijin stretched, looked at the slightly pale sky, and patted Yan Fang's shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work." He turned around and waved his sleeves, sighing as if he had tried, "Go back." ”

Inside the painting boat, the attendants brought by Luan Yijin began to pack up one by one, seeing that the posture was ready to leave.

Luan Yijin shook his hand as if he was in charge, took Jiang Heng, and left first with the bamboo boat. And the attendants she brought were also very fast, and in just a few moments, they had all left.

It was only at this time that Yan Fang slumped, looking at the top of the painting boat, his thoughts were a little empty.

God knows what he has experienced this night, and he has greeted the "four thousand taels" several times in his heart. can be regarded as sending away this plague god, Yan Fang swore that he must take a detour when he sees this person in front of him in the future, which normal person comes to Langyan Pavilion and spends four thousand taels of people to paint it in one night?

It's just unlucky!

He didn't want to go through it again, anyway.

Compared with the resentment of Yan Fang, the atmosphere on Luan Yijin's side is much better. Luan Yijin called two guards, sent him back to the General's Mansion, and walked in the direction of the mansion himself.

She didn't let the sedan chair pick her up, but carried the breeze of the morning dawn and slowly swayed back to her mansion.

The palace was still lit up, and the attendants waited on the side, not resting. Luan Yijin waved away the attendants who were about to come forward to serve her to rest, and asked with a cold face, "Where is Luan Fengming?" ”

A maid bowed down and replied, "I stopped in the West Wing Courtyard." ”

Luan Yijin nodded, and walked towards the study that he only occasionally set foot in.

She stayed alone in the study for half an hour before she pushed the door open and came out. When he came out, he also had a document in his hand, summoned his personal maid, and ordered: "Send it to the palace." ”

The maid bowed down to take the paperwork and retreated, and Luan Yijin finally breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the position of the West Chamber, and showed a meaningful smile. Then he braced himself wantonly, and his body and mind were comfortable: "It's done, sleep." ”