Tang Qian finally met the woman named Hua Suwen.

Among the gods of the Great Xia Dynasty, it is called the little oiran, because the annual Oiran election "Flower List" of the Shendu has not yet begun, and this woman who suddenly appeared has already booked one of the seats, at least her appearance and talent, this woman is not lacking.

But on the eve of the start of this "flower list", this woman didn't even go to cling to the powerful, this kind of thing her peers did, she naturally did it, but if she didn't do it, no one could force her, because she was in a very small green building in this god capital, sparsely populated and inaccessible, and more importantly, I heard that this pine and bamboo pavilion had an indescribable connection with those immortals and cultivators.

Those Great Xia magnates who want to kiss Fang Ze have no way, immortals, monks, they know these things, but when they really mention it, they are still in awe.

They understood that the dynasty and the monks actually had the power to fight, but they were neither the emperor of Great Xia, nor were they the people in power, and they were not worthy of being compared to the monks on the mountain as a Great Xia dynasty.

So Hua Suwen naturally maintained his own rules on the eve of this evaluation of the flower list, only to see one guest a day, the price is very high, and there are a lot of queues, many people are coming today to continue to set a time, this Su Wen girl has set a rule, if you want to see her for the second time, you must complete one thing for her, in order to continue to see, and even some things, you really did it, then even the team does not need to be lined up.

What exactly to do, in fact, there have been a lot of rumors, the easiest is probably to help her get a kitten and puppy from other states, the more difficult thing is to get a monk's magic weapon elixir, and the more difficult thing is just to hear about it, never confirmed, is to accompany this Su Wen girl to a place.

This should have been the last item that those who pursued their admirers flocked to, but no one had ever done it, I don't know if the girl didn't make this request, or if the place she really wanted to go to was too dangerous, and those who already knew about it, whether it was a Daxia official or a monk, knew the difficulty and retreated.

Tang Qian was still a little drunk, and listened to a middle-aged man who looked pot-bellied next to him complaining that he didn't see Emperor Lao Tzu, why were there so many rules, and then he remembered that before the tea ceremony, the old bustard of the Songzhu Pavilion came over and whispered to him, You can go, Su asked the girl to rest.

Tang Qian thought that he should go upstairs, he had waited here for a full thirty-two days, not to get drunk on the table, so he shook his head, and did not use his mana to remove the strength of the wine, and walked up to the second floor in a leisurely manner.

There is only Miss Suwen on the second floor, this is something that all the guests on this floor know, and they immediately booed, because Tang Qian doesn't seem to be an elegant person at all, and after a long time, Miss Suwen likes the kind of literati the most, and the difficulty of what she wants those people to do is actually how much she likes these people, and the more difficult it is, the less she wants to see this person.

If she said that she wanted the stars and moon in the sky, it would mean that it would be difficult for that person to have the opportunity to see Hua Suwen in his life.

Su Wen girl is not short of money and jewelry, two is not short of jewelry and jade, and three is disdainful of those monks' identities, if it is a monk who has practiced his brain badly, he doesn't understand the customs, no matter what kind of big school it is, Su Wen girl will not give a good face.

Tang Qian walked up like that, regardless of the various whispered curses and foul language below, he had already walked into the room that belonged to Miss Suwen.

"Childe?" Hua Su asked.

Tang Qian reacted, because he had forgotten how long he had been in this house, or had he just taken a nap because he was sleepy due to alcohol? Tang Qian couldn't help but think so, although he actually knew very clearly, it was because this woman was too amazing, this was a perfect face, Tang Qian asked himself that he had seen many women, and he would also have a feeling of amazement when he saw Xia Yubing before, but there was no time when he was completely stunned like this.

Tang Qian suddenly said: "You wait a little longer, I think you are also used to people looking at you like this, I will be stunned for a while, you won't care." ”

After finishing speaking, he really continued to stop talking, and continued to look at Hua Su and asked.

Hua Suwen was amused by his words and giggled, few people can make her laugh, she looks better when she laughs, as if she was still a quiet cold plum just now, and after laughing, she becomes a begonia full of spring, she is also confident in her appearance, Tang Qian evaluated it seriously, and felt that this woman's appearance may be God's explanation of beauty - as long as she sees this woman, the word beauty may not need to be explained.

Her eyebrows are very slender, but just right, there is a kind of style between her eyebrows, and even better is that she seems to be everywhere on her body, but they are different, with a straight nose, a small cherry mouth, and a slender waist that is full of hands. Tang Qian had to admit that he was very moved.

This is not the heart of love, but the little demeanor he thinks is useless now, he actually said directly: "I wonder if the girl can let me draw one?"

Hua Su was stunned, she had heard of this requirement before, she was also a monk who was not very high, and knew a lot of monks' methods, such as a monk who came here, first bathed and burned incense, and then raised the pen to paint, saying that it was a painting, but the pen was not in the monk's hand, the monk just stared at her, and made a painting.

It's more like this person sees, and the pen draws by itself.

And after the painting, the monk sighed for a long time, and even broke the pen, and when he sighed, he said: "No matter how strong the magic weapon is, it still can't describe the girl's beauty. ”

After saying that, he left. What a weirdo, too.

Tang Qian was afraid that she would not agree, so he hurriedly said: "That, we can chat, the girl doesn't need to sit still, I draw slowly, fortunately, I seem to have a few hours." Saying that, Tang Qian had already walked to the only table in the room, spread a piece of rice paper, and then took out a brush, although Tang Qian was worn out, this brush looked priceless, the lines on the pen barrel were complicated, and there were countless flowers, birds, fish and insects, all of which were finely carved on this very thin pen shaft, and the hair used in the pen head was as white as snow, and there were faintly a few threads of gold thread in it.

Tang Qian looked at the piece of paper, and then looked at Hua Suwen, his expression was very calm, Hua Suwen could hardly forget the appearance of those monks who wanted to record their appearance, as if they were facing a great enemy, because they were not confident that they could draw their own appearance, but Tang Qian's eyes were serious and determined.

Hua Su asked a little unbearable, this sloppy-looking young man probably likes to draw very much, but if he really paints himself, maybe he will also be disgusted by the thing he likes. So she spoke: "Since the son is here, why do you want to paint, come here to talk to the little girl, chat, relieve fatigue, wouldn't any one be faster?"

Tang Qian has already begun to write, the pen is gone, Hua Suwen sat on the other side of the room, and couldn't see clearly, Tang Qian raised his head after hearing Hua Suwen's words, was silent, and then seemed to suddenly realize: "Then let's talk about something." Tang Qian said with a smile: "Watching a beautiful woman and painting her are things that make me happy, but I have a little bit of self-knowledge in Xia, so naturally I can't let the girl look at me very happy, so I work hard and make the girl happy when chatting." ”

It's not a day or two since Hua Su asked to be praised for being beautiful and beautiful, but what Tang Qi said at this time was more in line with her heart, I don't know why, what this man said seemed to be better after all, and he was quite good at painting.

Although this Suwen girl is a monk, she knows a lot about qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even some miscellaneous knowledge of medical divination - she is not practicing for the sake of practice, perhaps more for her appearance is not easy to age, so she said: "I don't know if Gongzi knows that there is a painter in Zhongzhou, named Tang Qian." ”

Tang Qian raised his eyebrows.

He then said, "How is this painter, what is so special?"

Hua Su asked: "The little woman asked herself if her appearance was okay, this Tang Qian who couldn't draw what ordinary painters couldn't draw could definitely paint, and Tang Qian, a painter who couldn't learn what ordinary people would, would definitely be." ”

Tang Qian's hand didn't stop, and he said, "Oh, this person is so powerful?" He even had some complacency, being praised by Hua Suwen for such a beautiful woman, there would always be some happiness that he hadn't experienced before, Tang Qian thought in his heart that it was naturally me.

Hua Su asked a little strangely: "Gongzi doesn't even know Tang Qian?"

Tang Qian couldn't laugh or cry, he was still very serious when he put pen to paper, and when he raised his head to look at Hua Su, he found that she had a longing on her face - this is another kind of beauty.

Tang Qian had already taken back the words that had just come to his mouth, and he vaguely seemed to know who Hua Su was talking about.

Hua Suwen seemed to be an introduction to Tang Qian, but it was more of a girl's longing: "Tang Qian's painter is wearing a white robe, his eyes are like stars, his eyebrows are like swords, his face is very handsome, his eyes seem to have great mana, after reading it, he can instantly write down the essence of the scenery and characters, and then when he paints, he writes like a divine help——"

Every time she said the same, Tang Qian looked at what she looked like, and when she said eyebrows, he touched his eyebrows with his free hand, and when he talked about his face, his expression became more and more gloomy.

Hua Su asked and continued: "So maybe only Tang Qian painter in the world can draw a little girl, I also saw a painter who painted me before and was angry and vomited blood-Childe, don't take the risk of painting." ”

When she raised her head, she saw that Tang Qian's face was really bad, and she thought that Tang Qian was really going crazy because she couldn't paint her own charm when she was painting, so she hurriedly got up and walked towards Tang Qian.

Tang Qian asked dryly, "Where is your extremely clever Tang Qian painter now?"

Hua Suwen walked quickly, she was really afraid that mentioning this Tang Qian painter would become a magic obstacle for the guest in front of her - this guest didn't have that ability, it was too pitiful, she replied quickly: "He is also in this Shendu, but the Shendu is so big, and the Songzhu Pavilion is remote and not famous, the little woman thinks that Mr. Tang Qian should have seen many women who are better looking than the little woman, then he will not come here." ”

Walking to Tang Qian's side, Hua Suwen was stunned, because in her eyes, this little painter who was "far inferior to Tang Qian's painter", the portrait of her drawn by her was much better than she imagined, and even the person "Hua Suwen" had really jumped on the paper!

"Although it is not very temperamental, seven or eight points is still a little bit. Tang Qian's words were a little arrogant, but he was also a little helpless, why did he be Tang Qian but others couldn't recognize him? Although the other one he liked was also called Tang Qian, the more Tang Qian himself thought about it, the more angry he became.

Tang Qian's paintings are moving.

Hua Suwen in the painting seems to see this lovely person with the same appearance as himself outside the painting, a little surprised, more surprised, in the painting as if he wants to come out of the paper and talk to Hua Suwen.

Hua Suwen looked at his own smile in the painting, and he was also a little stupid.

The world's clear water bronze mirror, reflecting himself also subtracted a few points, but the painting of this son is not as simple as seven or eight points. Hua Suwen thought to himself.