Murong Ci's heart froze, his eyebrows frowned, and then he pulled out his hand angrily, how dare he openly do this on this occasion
She seemed to have forgotten that he had done such things before.
However, it couldn't be pulled out at all.
Murong Yu gripped tightly, without changing his face, calm and calm, Shen Lang said: "Since Your Highness is interested, then please invite Miss Shen to paint on the spot, and let the civil and military officials and female relatives of the Manchu Dynasty see Miss Shen's peerless skills. "
Liu An immediately ordered his servants to prepare the Four Treasures of the Study.
After the initial joy, Shen Zhili felt various feelings in his heart, and he didn't know how to describe it.
What Yu Wang said was that His Highness the Crown Prince was interested, not him. So, is he not interested or in the mood to watch her paint
The ladies of the aristocratic families whispered to each other, some sniffed that Miss Shen's talent must not be worthy of the name, some said bitterly that she invited herself to perform, didn't she just want to show off to win the attention of the prince and Yuwang, and some eagerly said that she wanted to Performing arts can't let her take the top spot, but she must be compared to her
Not long after, the servant prepared the painting utensils according to Miss Shen's request.
When everyone saw the waiter put a snow-white thin silk screen of moderate height in the center of the hall, they couldn't help wondering: Isn't it for painting? What is the purpose of moving a screen
Shen Zhili Shi Shiran walked over and bowed to the long case, "Your Highness, my lord, the courtiers have made a fool of themselves."
Murong Ci had a smile on his face, but his heart was full of tears, "Miss Shen, please."
Shen Zhili's eyes swept over Murong Yu like a feather, and then walked over.
Murong Ci twisted left and right, trying to get his hand out, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let go yet."
"Your Highness, it's better not to meddle in other people's business." He moved his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her with his deep eyes.
"Where is this palace meddling in my own business? This palace just allows her to perform." She was furious, and did not ignore the deep coldness in his eyes.
He let go of his hand, and she immediately retracted her hand into her arms, glaring at him bitterly.
Not revenge is not a gentleman
At this time, Shen Zhili had already started painting.
Those ladies from aristocratic families and famous families stared at her intently to see if she had any real talents.
But when she saw that she had polished the ink well, she splashed the ink on the fine silk screen.
someone whispered
what is she doing
It doesn't seem to be a miss.
Murong Ci played with his taste: "It's quite interesting."
The snow-white thin silk screen was stained with ink, a large piece of black ink, countless ink droplets, anyway, it was so messy that it was impossible to paint.
Shen Zhili stood in front of the screen calmly, with an elegant demeanor like an orchid, painting with brushstrokes.
Dyeing, sketching, using a variety of painting techniques, and very skillful, as smooth as flowing water, and a corner was painted quickly, which is amazing.
Those ladies from aristocratic families who don't believe in evil all open their mouths wide, and it's okay to paint like this
Murong Ci admired Shen Zhili's self-confidence and demeanor with great interest. Today she was wearing a lotus-colored shirt and skirt, which perfectly matched her fresh and elegant temperament, and she raised her hand to paint, revealing a section of snow-white Her bright wrists complemented her slender snow-coloured neck, and against the background of her taupe-colored shirt and skirt, she was somewhat alluring.
Murong Yu refilled her wine, "Your Highness, please."
She turned her head to look at him, but saw that he was smiling but not smiling, and the deep eyes under the thick long eyelashes were radiant and soul-stirring.
For a moment, she seemed to be bewildered, and it took a while before she suddenly came back to her senses.
Evil spirit
The evil charm he inadvertently revealed almost fascinated her out of her body.
Murong Ci's heart skipped a beat, he quickly drank the wine and continued watching Shen Zhili's painting.
Whispering voices spread, and everyone was waiting for what kind of masterpiece Shen Taifu's eldest granddaughter would make.
Her speed is unimaginably fast, and often two or three strokes can make the scene under her brush come to life.
The overall outline has been revealed, and everyone is amazed, that is the bright moon, that is the palace wall promenade, that is the cool breeze in the Qiongting, and that is exotic flowers.
Shen Zhili crushed a few red flowers, dotted the flower juice among the fragrances, a few spots of bright red were eye-catching, like a finishing touch, amazing.
The voices of exclamation are endless, these bright red dots are really wonderful.
The shock in Murong Ci's heart was unparalleled. Nowadays, all the paintings in the world are black and white ink, and there is no colorfulness in the world at all. And Shen Zhili unexpectedly created this trick, using flower juice as the color, instantly making the whole painting vivid and bright.
This is a groundbreaking masterpiece.
Those ladies from aristocratic families no longer said those harsh words, blushing, bowing their heads, annoyed and annoyed, and so on.
"Miss Shen's original creation is a great contribution to today's painting world." Murong Ci exclaimed.
"It's just a trick." Murong Yu said indifferently.
She glanced at him speechlessly and continued watching.
Just when everyone thought that Shen Zhili had completed this stunning work, they saw her continuing to paint in a corner of the corridor.
The more Murong Ci looked at it, the more pleasing it was for the eyes. Shen Zhili's elegant and quiet demeanor was incomparable, and he was unique among the ladies. And such a beauty standing in front of a screen painting is itself a peerless painting.
Shen Zhili drew a small figure in the corridor, it can be seen that it is a man.
Although only
It is a light silhouette, but it is a handsome man like a nine-day god.
In the bright moon in the Qiongting court, the cool breeze blew slightly, and the man's robes were slightly rippling, elegant and noble, handsome and elegant, not out of the world.
Everyone thought that this man's demeanor was a bit like a person, but they couldn't tell for a while.
Murong Ci knew at a glance that she was painting Murong Yu.
This painting expresses the pain of lovesickness.
Murong Ci can understand Shen Zhili's thoughts and feelings.
"Ms. Shen put all her thoughts into this painting. It's a pity that some people turn a blind eye to it." She joked coolly.
"Your Highness pities her so much, it would be better to marry her into the East Palace." Murong Yu smiled slightly.
Seeing his weird smile, she felt hairy in her heart, and suddenly felt a chill down her back.
After Shen Zhili finished painting, he walked to their case, bowed his head and said: "My daughter's painting is clumsy, she's making a fool of herself."
Murong Ci saw her gaze quietly shifting to the man beside him, so he smiled and said: "Miss Shen has superb painting skills, it is breathtaking, there is no need to be modest. This stunning work is titled "Beautiful Days on a Good Day", which is indeed suitable for the topic and the occasion. Can live forever. Prince, why not"
"Since His Highness is full of praise for Miss Shen's paintings, come here and send Miss Shen's paintings to the East Palace so that His Highness can enjoy them day and night." Murong Yu raised his voice, his face was calm, and he didn't look at Shen Zhili.
"Thank you, Your Highness, my lord." Shen Zhili seemed to have eaten Coptis chinensis, feeling bitter and astringent in his heart, gave him a sad look, and then backed away.
The words had already been spoken, Murong Ci couldn't say anything more, so he had to finish his mouth, "Fang's heart is broken, poor thing."
Murong Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "If I publicly say that the man painted by Miss Shen is His Highness, I don't know what the consequences will be."
Her heart skipped a beat, "How dare you"
There was a trace of coldness in his eyes, "Then His Highness should be quiet, and don't say what you shouldn't say."
Those ladies from aristocratic families have seen some signs, it turns out that His Highness the Crown Prince likes Shen Zhili, and Shen Zhili also likes His Highness the Crown Prince, but he is afraid that he wants to be the Crown Princess and become the Empress of the Great Yan Kingdom in the future. Isn't the man in the painting His Royal Highness
As long as Shen Zhili doesn't covet Yu Wang, they can rest assured.
Back in the East Palace, I don't know if he drank alcohol, Murong Ci was tired and sleepy, he planned to take a bath and then go to bed.
After taking a bath and returning to the dormitory, she stopped abruptly and stared at the man lying on the bed.
Both legs fell under the bed, lying straight, the black robe was thrown on the ground, and only the moon white silk jacket was on his body.
Murong Yu
even snoring
She remembered that Ruyi was about to come in, so she hurried out to give orders, closed the door of the main hall, and ran back furiously, patting his thigh, "Get up and go back to sleep."
The smell of alcohol all over her body smoked her bed everywhere.
Murong Yu seemed to be dead, without any reaction, the more she watched, the more angry she was, she twisted his arm fiercely, and sternly growled: "Go down, do you hear me?"
This time he finally knew the pain, squinted his eyes to look at her, and said vaguely: "I drank too much, I have a headache."
"Come down quickly!" Murong Ci was about to go mad with anger.
"Oh." He stood up lazily, patted his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, "Do you have any tea? Thirsty."
"You go to the Moge to drink"
"I want to drink now."
"Okay, okay."
With her back turned to him, she poured a cup of tea, added ingredients by the way, stirred the water with her index finger, and served it to him to drink.
Murong Yu squinted wickedly, "You feed me."
She smiled sweetly, "Okay."
Handing the teacup to his lips, he poured it in one gulp.
spray
He swallowed half of it, and sprayed the other half, spraying mist everywhere.
"What kind of tea is this so salty?" He frowned and grinned.
"There is only salty tea in the East Palace, if you want to drink good tea, go to Cunmo Pavilion to drink it"
Murong Ci had to admit that with his appearance, the moon white tunic set off his frosty and snowy complexion flawlessly, adding a bit of elegance and elegance, which really matched the characters in that painting: Chun Ting Haoyue, Gao Hua Chaoyi, out of the dust and refined.
This appearance, this temperament, this temptation, no woman can resist.
Let him stay any longer, she really doesn't know what will happen.
So she tugged at him, trying to drag him out. However, it took a lot of effort to pull him away.
Murong Yu violently pulled her over, and the two of them fell on the bed together.
She lost her center of gravity and felt dizzy, and the next moment she saw him pressing down on her.
"How can you not"
She only had time to say these words before her lips collapsed and became a battlefield for someone to conquer the city.
The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, she was almost fainted, and she was forced to accept his invasion. Under the storm, the suffocation feeling became more and more intense. She whimpered and struggled fiercely, but his strength was too great, Made her to death.
Finally, before she fainted, he paused his assault, and his low, dark voice sounded, "Aci, I want to kiss you, kiss your forehead, kiss your eyes, kiss your lips, kiss everything about you, from the beginning to the end." to the feet"