He took the blanket to cover her again, bowed his head and kissed her forehead gently, picking up Wushang who couldn't calm down, and went outside.
"Wu Shang, don't disturb your mother, mother is tired."
The little guy's eyes are as bright as stars, and he wisely replied, "Mother... Sleep!"
"Shhh..." Yu Lansi glanced at his sleeping wife worriedly, pointed his finger on his son's forehead, and warned softly, "Don't shout loudly."
The little guy pouted, and obediently let his father hold him outside.
As the sound of horse hooves outside the car approached, Yu Lansi didn't want the guards to come in and disturb him, and told Nangong to take care of it, so he got out of the car and went to see.
Wushang's attention was immediately diverted by a lot of fun in front of him.
Nangong had already changed the habit of wearing only silver robes. The sky blue little brocade robes were newly clustered, and the gold patterns were bright and shimmering, making her little face more lively.
He knelt on the carpet, holding the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, and holding the slender penholder with his right hand. His posture was elegant and noble, and he learned the movements of Yu Lansi vividly.
Xingmou squinted at his younger brother who had moved over, and his pen continued to draw slowly and meticulously on the drawing paper.
The waterproof snow-white silk cloth is covered with spotless white drawing paper, reflecting the double snow-white brilliance, and the brothers' little faces become brighter and brighter.
The colored inks of various tones are placed in small blue and white porcelain bowls and placed neatly on the right side of the drawing paper.
Nangong carefully drew a few strokes and dipped some ink.
The painting seems simple, but it is meticulous and extremely patience. If one stroke makes a mistake, the whole painting falls short.
Snapped! A plump chubby hand pressed on the drawing paper, his chubby body squeezed his beauty to the extreme, no matter how difficult to maintain his posture, and on the drawing paper, because of his careless sway... Ink marks on earthworms.
"Wu Shang..." He touched the little guy with his elbow. "What are you squeezing? Just stay there."
The disgusted little guy refused to move away, "Brother, ugly!"
He insisted on practicing speaking with his lips and tongue, and refused to use traction to transmit voice.
Nangong raised her pretty brows immediately, "You are so ugly!"
On the drawing paper, the mother is holding Wushang and admiring the scenery. He is already perfect, but the person on the painting is still... People are not like ghosts or ghosts.
Of course, he knew his paintings were ugly, and he didn't dare to be arrogant.
Yulansi also said that beginners can capture the three-point charm, which is already good, as long as you practice more, you will be able to draw well.
Wushang saw that his elder brother ignored him, so he climbed up to the painting and put his little finger on his mother's face, narrating his opinions in detail.
"This, ugly!"
The mother has an oval face, which is... Uh, even if it is a profile face, it should not be so long and thin.
"This, too, ugly!"
The chubby hand pointed to his mother's hand which was drawn as if it had no bones.
"Wu Shang, you don't understand, don't make any comments." Nangong scowled, raised his eyebrows and reprimanded, "Don't break my painting, get out of here!"
Wushang pouted his mouth and insisted on finishing the sentence.
"This... ugly!"
He was particularly dissatisfied, and he was drawn so ugly.
Since getting into the car, one of his favorite things is looking in the mirror.
He was sure that although he was really a bit fat, his eyes were big, round, and his small face was red, which was more beautiful than a woman with a cream and powder.
The painting on this is not only ugly, but also peasy.
Especially, the robes of his and his mother were not right, the colors were messy, the ink marks overlapped unevenly... It was horrible.
The little fat hand gestured to the whole picture, and then came to a summary judgment.
"All... Ugly!"
Boom... Nangong Jin's anger broke out, and her little face suddenly became pale.
"You can paint if you have the ability!"
He put the paintbrush on the paper, with a small hand around his chest, and his face arrogantly raised, looking down at the little fat Dun'er who had already domineering over the drawing paper.
Wu Shang grabbed the brush and looked at the paint on the tip of the brush.
Seeing that the color was wrong, he climbed to the right side of the drawing paper, dipped a little bit in this plate, and a little bit in that plate...
The colorful ink in the small blue and white porcelain bowl was mixed, and Nangong sighed displeasedly.
On the poor drawing paper, a few large ink dots were dropped by that little fat hand, and finally, the pen tip was scattered on the drawing paper like a broomstick, brush... brush... brush...
A large irregular circle, drawn on the blank space of the drawing paper, one horizontal, another horizontal, one turn, another turn...
Nangong snorted twice, looking down at his brother's masterpiece, and couldn't help but sneer.
"Wushang, what are you painting?"
"I!"
"Do you paint better than mine?"
Xiao Pang Dun'er curled his mouth, comparing the two "masterpieces" on the drawing paper, and did not say anything.
Nangong stretched out her hand and tapped on the paper, "Where are the eyes? Where is the nose?"
"Uh..." Although the elder brother is ugly, he can find the eyes and nose, but he... really doesn't seem to see the facial features!
"Wu Shang, are you a ghost painter?"
Nangong took him away angrily and snatched the paintbrush away.
"Look at you, I broke my pen. The ink must be mixed and dipped separately. For different colors of ink, you need to use different colors of pens, understand?"
"Um..." Seeing that the funny paintbrush was taken away, Xiao Pang Dun'er suddenly drooped to show him the corners of her lips.
Nangong raised his eyebrows and gave him a cold look, and reluctantly gave him another pen, "Play this, don't cry!"
While talking, he laid out a new piece of paper, but just as soon as he put it out, Wushang preempted a few strokes and drew it again...
Nangong was frantic with anger, so he dipped a pen in ink and drew on his face with a mustache and a small turtle on his forehead.
Wushang wants to win, he squeezed his chin with his hand, "Don't move, don't move... Wushang, I painted you more beautifully."
Wushang was very suspicious, because he saw from his brother's beautiful eyes that he had become a big tabby cat.
The entire convoy stopped, and Yu Lansi greeted the rider.
Nangong Ke also got off a carriage behind and quickly followed him.
"Brother, who is that? How can I come from the capital?"
"Maybe it was a messenger. I wrote to Su Jinyu two days ago and asked him to send someone to transfer Kang Heng to the capital and hand it over to the emperor and grandfather of the crimes of Chen Ming and Yuyong. They passed by the waterway and they should have arrived long ago. "
The man who came galloping on the horse was dressed in black robes, covered his hood, couldn't see his appearance, and was full of staleness, drifting over...
Yu Lansi was suspicious, and looked sideways at Nangong Ke, "Ke, can you feel it? This person... doesn't seem to belong to the emperor's father."
"You know that I have no lead with my father!"
Yu Lansi apologized and patted him on the shoulder, worried that there would be danger around him, so he just stood by the carriage and waited.
Nangong Ke suddenly smelled a burnt odor. He stared at the horse closely, but couldn't see any clues.
But where did the burnt smell come from
He was puzzled, and saw Yu Lansi take two steps back quickly, with his arms crossed on his chest, reminding him to avoid...
The horse galloped, neighing and leaping into the air, flew past the cold shadow killer blocked in front, and rushed towards the two brothers...
The vampire's black cloak fluttered, and a puff of gray smoke emerged from the robe.
Nangong Ke saw sparks, which was a fuse... The vampire was covered with gunpowder.
Before he had time to remind Yu Lansi, he suddenly banged... There was a loud noise, the fire blazed into the sky, and large fragments of silver particles shot out from the fire.
The surrounding silver shadow guards were affected by large movies, and they all fell to the ground...
The horse-drawn carriage, as magnificent as a palace, was hit by the fire and rolled over. Fortunately, the carriage was fireproof and was not ignited.
When Yu Lansi saw that scene, she was shocked, Jin Li was still sleeping, and the two children were still inside...
Seeing Nangongke struggling to stand up by himself, he was busy pushing the silver particles out of his body with internal force, enduring the severe pain all over his body, and rushing towards the carriage.
Jin Li in the car fell to the compartment and suddenly woke up.
The piano table, guqin, and suitcases on the other side were all smashed over. She instinctively curled up to protect her head and abdomen, shouting, "Jin'er, take Wushang out!"
Nangong wanted to put the crying Wushang in his arms, and saw the pile of things hit his mother's body, and his eyes reddened in fear. However, he only had one pair of hands and could only hold his brother tightly...
The eight horses pulling the carriage were seriously injured, some were frightened, dragged the crooked carriage, rammed and galloped...
There were guards clamoring for the driver, the surrounding trees were ignited by the fire, and a large tree suddenly leaned across the road. The fire was raging, and they could not catch up to the carriage smoothly.
The carriage dragged on the ground, rumbling and tumbling loudly.
Nangong flew out holding Wushang, but on the canopy of the roadside, a huge silver net suddenly struck, suddenly engulfing the brothers, the powerful force took control of the silver net, and suddenly dragged them into the deep forest. …
Yu Lansi rushed towards this side, and heard the two sons screaming in pain, he rushed into the forest... but suddenly thought that Jin Li was still in the carriage, and a few feet ahead, it was a cliff.
He rushed back in an instant, but saw that the carriage dragged by the horse was already shaken by a powerful force. A dark shadow dragged out the fainted Jinli from the pile of mess, and hid it into the dense forest with a grinning smile. …
"Let go of her!" Yu Lansi roared in anger and chased in that direction...
Behind, Nangong Ke, Nangong Jin and a group of cold shadow guards also rushed to chase.
However, Jin Li and his two sons seemed to have been swallowed into a huge mouth by an evil beast.
She wore his heart-linking bracelet on her arm, and there were his two daughters in her body. Wushang also had blood traction with him. All these tractions could help Yulans catch the trace, but he didn’t feel any traction. .
A sense of fear of ruining the world swallowed the man running blankly in the forest.
He ran to the place where the traction force disappeared, only to see the hairpin that Jinli had dropped.
"Let her go, I can give you whatever you want!"
His roar-like voice reverberated in the forest, but no response was received.
He couldn't guess who the murderer would be, Yuyong? Concubine Jiayu? Concubine Si Yun? Or the killer of Yu Zhihuang? Or... someone who is very cold
After living for a thousand years, he has seen too many lives pass away, the battlefield is raging, blood flows into rivers, thousands of vampires and humans die, the vicissitudes of life, the landslides and the mountains... He was insensitive and indifferent.
Life is too fragile. War, disease, sunlight, and poison can easily wipe out a life.
However, he could not accept that Jin Li and his two sons were snatched and killed in front of him, just like this, disappearing without a trace!
Even the moment before, that warm happiness still surrounded him.
"Search! Within a thousand miles, search for this king, to see people alive, and corpses to die!"
After the furious order, the silver shadows around him instantly dispersed, but his heart was empty and cold.
However, the blood in the whole body was burned to the boil by the flames of hatred and anger.