"Do you know him?" Qiu Ju scoffed.

"Hmph, let you see, Aunt Six, take out the painting!"

"Yes, miss. ”

The sixth aunt smiled helplessly at the beautiful woman and put Zhao Yuan's two paintings on the desk.

"It's a good painting! it's really him!" Chrysanthemum looked at the nomination on the majestic picture of rivers and mountains with a surprised face, she knew the handwriting.

"Of course it was him, at the beginning, but I was so scared that he ran away. The girl said triumphantly.

"How did you know him?" Qiu Ju asked curiously.

He ...... Hmph, I asked him to buy paintings, he actually had a blasphemy heart, wanted to sleep with me, I scared him, that Zhilu said, he actually escaped overnight, hehe, but now he can't escape from my palm......"

"He wants to sleep with you?"

"Hmm. The girl's face was full of murder.

"It's strange, he's not a womanizer!" Qiu Ju showed disbelief on her face.

"Why do you say that? Hahaha...... I see!" The girl burst into laughter.

"What do you understand?" Qiu Ju frowned.

"You must admire his talent, and then live in this green building, want to be close to him, as a result, you were ruthlessly rejected by him, isn't it......?

"Yes, he doesn't look at me. ”

Qiu Ju didn't seem to want to argue with the girl, so she didn't want to argue with the girl.

Seeing that Qiu Ju was actually calm, the girl who seemed to have won the battle was also bored, too lazy to entangle, and strode out.

"Why are you going?" asked Qiu Ju.

"I'm going to get that kid, he still owes me eight paintings!" said the girl viciously.

"Don't worry, he lives in this Wanhualou, it's not too late for you to catch him after he competes. Qiu Ju said.

"Yes, then let's go see the excitement. ”

"Don't go. ”

"Go, go!"

"Okay......"

Under the arch guard of a group of guards, the two girls walked out of the Wanhua Building and blended into the rolling flow of people.

In the flow of people, there was a girl with a blank face.

Wan Ling'er.

Wan Ling'er secretly went out, and she had been traveling for more than half a year, and in this half year, she had almost turned over the entire Great Qin Empire with the Ice Divine Sword, but she couldn't find the man who haunted her.

She followed Zhao Yuan's footsteps and found Blackwater City all the way, but when she arrived at Blackwater City, Zhao Yuan, who had built immortal feats, had disappeared without a trace, leaving behind some exciting stories.

Wan Ling'er stayed in Blackwater City for a month and inquired about Zhao Yuan's story.

Even, Wan Linger went deep into the prairie.

The familiar person seems to be becoming more and more strange, but everything seems to be taken for granted.

Zhao Yuan is no longer the Zhao Yuan of the Wanjia Compound, he is a hero of the world.

Wan Ling'er was saddened.

She knew that Zhao Yuan would never return to the Wanjia Compound, and she would never need to massage her with aura.

Wan Ling'er, who was not reluctant to give up, wandered around the vast territory of the Great Qin Empire, and heard that the Northern Capital Jucheng Flower Festival flew to Jucheng.

This street full of people, the competition for beautiful flowers, but Wan Ling'er can not feel the slightest joy, she can not integrate into this noisy environment, she moves forward with the flow of people, forward, in her heart, the only thing she can feel, only, endless loneliness.

Acacia is a river of suffering. She flows through the softest places of my heart every day. Draw your name in the wind casually, once want to say goodbye, become my lifelong infatuation with the landscape, let my soul in the trembling pain and pain, don't say love for you, don't say the feeling of missing you, always in the moment of heartbeat, feel a wordless loneliness and sadness. Some cold, some tired, some painful. Some flowers are destined to follow the wind, and some love is destined to follow fate......

Zhao Yuan ascended the high platform.

The finals began.

Zhao Yuan improvised a song "Golden Armor".

When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom.

The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor.

The majestic and heroic poems make the blood boil.

On the white rice paper, Zhao Yuan raised his pen with a stroke, and although his face was a little pale, his flying hair made people feel his pride.

Rice paper is placed on the desk.

Surprisingly, Zhao Yuan actually wrote a regular script, you must know that in this kind of competition, most of them are dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, and Zhao Yuan's regular script is particularly eye-catching.

The layout of the whole calligraphy work is Zheng Ya in the square, and the boundary is in the column, showing the majesty and sacredness.

On its comparison, Fang Jin is tough, mighty and vigorous, there is the image of swallowing the eight wildernesses, among the brushwork, the wind and bones are obvious, the horizontal drawing is sharp, showing the wave picking, the first clues, immediately restrained, the pen is deliberate, the spirit is contained, there is no slightest servile flattery, and the iron bones are on the paper.

Among the many works of dragon flying and phoenix dance, Zhao Yuan's solemn and awe-inspiring calligraphy is particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Yuan won the Oiran without the slightest pressure.

Zhao Yuan became the center of attention, wearing a carved feather on his head, wearing a red robe, riding a tall horse through the streets, behind him, followed by thousands of people, gongs and drums, firecrackers, shouts, and screams soared into the sky, and lasted for a long time.

Zhao Yuan was full of emotion, he couldn't imagine that after putting down his pen for many years, he would be able to win the first place in one fell swoop.

In the crowd, there was a girl who had lost her soul, and the girl seemed to be preoccupied, hanging her head, and she didn't look at Zhao Yuan who was riding on a tall horse at all.

Wan Ling'er!

It's Wan Ling'er!

Wan Ling'er's smile and every move have been seared into the depths of Zhao Yuan's soul, although he can't see Wan Ling'er's face, but he knows that it is Wan Ling'er, a fierce spirit, and suddenly turned over and dismounted.

"Ling'er ......"

Zhao Yuan threw himself into the crowd.

"We're meeting again!" a smiling face blocked Zhao Yuan.

"Don't get in my way. Zhao Yuan unceremoniously wanted to pull the girl away, but behind the girl, there were two big men like door panels.

"Do you think I'm going to let you run?" the girl said.

Zhao Yuan glanced at the crowd, there was no trace of it, and sighed.

"Ling'er!"

"Someone called me?" Faintly, Wan Ling'er seemed to hear someone calling her.

Wan Ling'er raised her head suddenly, and the surroundings, except for people and people, were like the ocean, and she was like a drop of water in the ocean.

Wan Ling'er had a wry smile on her face.

People are thinking and dreaming at night, and they have auditory hallucinations in the daytime.

Wan Ling'er didn't know what to say, the man she was haunted by had just passed by her.

Just when Wan Ling'er walked to the bottom of the high platform in despair, under the high platform, there was a woman with blonde hair and a shawl and a pair of blue eyes admiring the works of some talented people with great interest.

She is none other than Master Ruolin, the king of martial witches in the prairie.

Master Ruolin didn't chase Zhao Yuan so far, in fact, she had already treated Zhao Yuan as a corpse

"Huh...... The city is full of golden armor...... Zhao Yuan...... Zhao Yuan!" Master Ruolin shouted out in a lost voice.

"Zhao Yuan!"

This time, Wan Ling'er heard it clearly, although it was not Zhao Yuan's voice, but it was indeed Zhao Yuan's name......

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