The black cloth blinded the bright sunlight and tied the clear eyes.

Yesterday, Feng Qinglang only took one meal to completely conquer the group of picky recruiters and became one of the royal painters.

Today, he sat down with the famous painters of the other three kingdoms, tied up black cloth, and invited them into the carriage.

"Masters, the royal family has entrusted you with a portrait this time, and it is a great matter! Out of the royal court's usual security tradition, we have to blindfold you, and if you offend, please bear with you...... This is a hoarse and magnetic female voice, which sounded in the darkness, and the intermittent purring of the rollers just happened to stagger the carriage forward.

Feng Qinglang believed that this woman must have often spoken in the carriage, and her pronunciation was very skillful, and ordinary noises could not hide her clear pronunciation.

The politeness of the other three painters sounded all around, and Qing Lang did not speak, but smiled gently, which he believed could mean the same thing.

For Sunny Weather, it is enough to be close to the Empress or the Royal Treasury.

Next, the hoarse female voice began to talk about the basic rules of Lanling's own royal family, according to the sunny experience, the royal rules of this region seem to be similar, listening to it, he can't help but be a little distracted.

He doesn't like prolonged periods of total darkness, which bring back unpleasant memories of his past.

Feng Qinglang tried to pay attention to the surroundings, judging from the sound of breathing, there were four painters invited to him, including himself, the person on the opposite side was slightly short of breath, he should be a little nervous, the person on the left breathed long and calm, it should not be the first time to experience such a scene, the person on the right breathed for a short time, well, there was a slight snoring sound......

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing, he likes interesting people, does it matter if this person is really asleep or pretending to be asleep?

He changed to a comfortable sitting position, listening to the chatter of the hoarse female voice, and the sound of the carriage advancing, well, it should have entered the inner imperial city and went around the circle, and then drove outside the city, heh, it was really cautious......

Such caution made Feng Qinglang excited, which meant that his first task as soon as he took office might have the honor of painting the empress herself.

After a few days of hard work, listening to the sounds of hypnosis around him, he soon fell asleep.

Loosen up the black cloth, it is already a garden, it is magnificent, very beautiful, but it is only beautiful, Feng Qinglang does not appreciate such a decorative beauty.

The four peers looked at each other, a little jealous of each other, and Sunny tried to make himself smile more gently, perhaps, he never thought of himself as a real painter.

The female official who spoke in front of her introduced in her hoarse voice: "This is a separate courtyard of our Lanling royal family, don't guess where this is, that won't do you any good at all!"

She led the four of them forward, there were only ordinary royal attendants all the way, and they didn't seem to have any defensive force, but Feng Qinglang could feel that in places where the sun couldn't shine, some forces hidden in the dark were watching them vigilantly.

In a lavish hall, they finally saw the contemporary empress of the Lanling Kingdom.

The empress is beautiful, and that beauty is the charm of maturity, a rose that has not withered after years.

The Empress greeted several painters, and smiled very charmingly, very seductively, she did not smile like this on purpose, but she was used to laughing like this.

She reclined lazily on the couch: "Do you see the wall behind me? The one with the most haode painting will be embellished with magic patterns, magnified several times, and placed there." ”

The four painters all showed a look of great yearning, and Qing Lang also tried his best to show a yearning, looking at the back wall that was ten feet high, for him, the delicate little box carried by him on the queen's couch seemed to be more attractive to him.

The lady had already stood in the shadow on the left behind the couch, and when she received a hint from the empress, she waved her hand, and the attendants of the whole hall saluted and withdrew.

Empress Yingying stood up and took off her clothes in the most graceful posture, and if she did anything to the extreme, she could become jishu, and the empress at this moment turned the process of undressing into art.

Feng Qinglang felt that the male painter next to him was breathing more rapidly, and his throat was also dry, and the beautiful style of a mature woman quietly bloomed in the silent hall.

He felt a little bad, seeing the empress's nude, could it be that after they finished painting, they would also turn into corpses? Feng Qinglang suddenly understood a little that the Weishenme Lanling royal family would urgently recruit top painters and promise high salaries, but they didn't need strict scrutiny, it turned out that what they wanted to recruit was originally a dead person who only painted one painting.

Every woman wants to keep her most beautiful moments, and the Empress may no longer be the most beautiful, but she is still the most seductive.

A smile is so tempting, it should have added the liliang of the soul, in other words, she should have cultivated some kind of secret technique.

The Empress lay back on the couch and looked at them with a smile.

The female officer reminded the stunned painters: "It's time to start." ”

Qing Lang began to look at the model, and when he looked into the dark depths of some place, Qing Lang couldn't help but think of a certain episode that happened in the dark in the past, and then his face couldn't help but blush slightly, it turned out that unconsciously, so many years had passed......

At this time, Feng Qinglang had already taken off his glasses and returned to his original appearance, just putting on a blue curly wig to disguise himself a little.

The empress was particularly interested in this particularly delicate and handsome young painter, especially when Feng Qinglang blushed, she saw it in her eyes and laughed: "You blush, what do you think?" and chuckled after the question.

Feng Qinglang could hear the male painter's brush trembling gently on the drawing board beside her, presumably she couldn't draw the original magic brush, right?

The best canvases, as well as brushes and paints of all sizes, have been placed in front of them, and the four painters are painting in different states, some are standing straight, neatly brushing one stroke at a time, some are not satisfied with the pencil that sketches and are re-sharpening, and some are putting their faces very close to the canvas, as if they are eager to merge their faces with the canvas and integrate their own spiritual qi into them, so as to paint the most haode masterpieces.

Feng Qinglang adjusted the height of the easel, leaned back on the chair, supported her cheeks with one hand, and sketched casually with the other, her laziness was not inferior to that of the empress not far away.

The empress didn't expect any answers to her previous questions, but Feng Qinglang's current posture attracted her greater interest, and she chuckled: "It's a pity that you are not magic pattern masters, I heard that top magic pattern masters can make their portraits completely three-dimensional, then my most beautiful moment, as long as there are energy stones to maintain in the future, it will last forever." People in the future can see the most beautiful ...... me at any time", the meaning of longing is not full.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but think of the three-dimensional portrait in the hall of the Nan family's headquarters, Nan Ling's wife, Nan Xing's mother, that was the most amazing three-dimensional portrait he had ever seen.

The Empress said to herself, "If any of you can do it......"

She patted the small box that never left her: "I'll give it to you!"

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but take a deep look, and noticed that the empress was paying deep attention to her beautiful eyes, and there was no lack of slight flirtatation, and the male painter next to her also seemed to notice something, and glanced sideways at Feng Qinglang, which was full of restrained jealousy, like a secret monster Feng Qinglang stole all the limelight.

Feng Qinglang's eyes fell on the exquisite box, full of inquiry, without that pair of large glasses, now her eyes can clearly express a lot of meaning, the empress immediately smiled: "If it appears at any auction, it will make everyone crazy!"

There is no need for Feng Qinglang to hint again, there was a crisp sound of "ding", the box was opened, and seeing that the empress was about to take out the contents of the box, the old painter standing on the edge bowed solemnly and said: "Bixia, during the painting, please do not move!"

The empress had no choice but to stop that action, shrugging helplessly, indescribably coquettish.

Feng Qinglang wanted to run over and smoke the old man, see how much you talk, watch you pretend, smoke you to death!