The illustration... This time it's not Ning Cheng's deafening painting skills, but another kind of deafening painting - Ning Cheng pasted a huge piece of paper, which belongs to Feng Zhiwei's own handwriting.
He still had the perseverance to steal the only masterpiece of Wei Hou so far.
The drawing paper was sealed well, and he wrote on it: Your Highness, this is Feng Zhiwei's painting, this is Feng Zhiwei's painting, I stole it after a lot of effort, you have to return it after reading it Come back and give it to me, otherwise Gu Nanyi will definitely castrate me if he finds out that I stole it. I took such a big risk just to give you a surprise. Poor, you must have been severely beaten and destroyed in the first few letters. This painting must be It can make you happy, I absolutely believe that you will be deafened by this painting, by the way, did you drink tea while reading the letter? Please be sure to move the teacup away, I will still be castrated if I dirty the painting.
Ning Yi looked at this pile of wordy words, with a smile in his eyes, thinking that he had never seen Feng Zhiwei's paintings before, she was good at chess, and could keep losing three times and winning one game every time she played against His Majesty. The calligraphy is also good, and it can maintain a mid-level standard in the imperial court. It is the same when I want to come to painting. It is controlled within a range that is not perfect but not shabby, or is it more beautiful than I imagined
Thinking of this brought a little joy, and carefully opened the stacked paintings.
Draw a little spread out...
immediately…
The dignified, deep, happy and angry His Royal Highness the King of Chu stayed there for the first time in his life...
The wind of autumn night leaked in through the window cracks, and the "peerless famous painting" trembled in the wind, and the small circles within the circles were painted in a bunch of large circles, flying in front of the eyes like a cloud of golden stars.
It took a while for Ning Yi to take a deep breath. He didn't know whether it was because of the cool midnight wind or other reasons, but he suddenly started coughing continuously.
Coughing and shaking shoulders.
While shaking his shoulders, he quickly pushed away the wonderful "Xiliang Menghualu".
While quickly pushing away the "personal opinion" that makes people want to die, he quickly spread paper and ink.
I'm going to give the bastard a guard, and reply to this "Menghualu".
The night is silent, the study room is quiet, and the deep yellow light illuminates the white embossed letter paper with gold edges.
"The words are presented at the feet of Mr. Ning Cheng, the master writer of "Xiliang Menghualu".
I have read this book three times, thinking about it again and again, thinking that Mr. Ning has been with me since I was a child, and I can count as watching you grow up. Why didn’t I find that Mr. is so talented, he is not only good at poetry, but also good at calligraphy and painting, poetry. Wen Jinxing is flying around, calligraphy and paintings are dancing around, and the pictures of fighting cocks are well drawn, it really looks like fighting cocks.
Looking at it now, it seems that you are only a guard, and you are really inferior. When you come back from Xiliang, I will send you to Hanoi Zhuangzi to be the head of the village. The neighboring country, Nanmo, is the most uneducated, rebellious, poor and desolate I think that as long as the master arrives and the divine book is promulgated, he will be invincible. From then on, the great cause of the expansion of our country's territory will depend on the great talent of the master.
The book has been read sincerely, and there are only four chapters, but the chapters are classic, and the ups and downs are wonderful, which makes the king eager to "know what will happen next?" Let's listen to the next chapter. 'Especially 'Personal View', it's amazing, it's amazing.
In this way, this king's "personal opinion" on Mr. is also a little bit "personal opinion", and I have the audacity to present it here.
One: About "Gu Nanyi and Wanhualou Tou Brand: The Secret History of Lotus".
Personal opinion 1: No one in the world is more worthless than you. Personal opinion 2: The lotus case has been handed over to the king, so you don't have to worry about it. Personal opinion three: As long as I have the opportunity to send you, I will do it. Personal opinion 4: My hands are itchy, sir, be careful. Personal opinion five: You spent a month in Fengxian Tower last time. I thought you were pursuing Xiaofengxian and wanted to help you redeem her, didn't you? Are you just writing? forget about it. Personal opinion six: None.
The second: Regarding the "Gu Nanyi's thunderous chest attack incident".
Personal opinion 1: A bit right. Personal opinion 2: There is a kind of people's resistance that you can't see. Personal opinion three: I didn't cry, but I think you may be crying soon. Personal opinion four: Why do you say? Personal opinion five: I suddenly feel that it is a trivial matter to drive you out of Chu Palace. Personal Opinion Six: Sir, are you sure you really don’t need me to hurry up and urge you to put down your writing work and find a way to go to Hanoi immediately to become a village head
The third: about "the evil guard tempted people to turn around the mountain, and Zhong Ningcheng was wiped out"!
Personal opinion 1: As for whether I believe it or not - I have to believe it anyway. Personal opinion 2: You are finally smart for a while. Personal opinion 3: Don't you know that voyeurism is a crime? Personal opinion 4: This king will forward your original letter to Zhiwei Feng, and severely accuse her of framing you. Personal opinion five: Hanoi Zhuangzi welcomes you. Personal opinion six: very good.
Fourth: about "Xiliang Longjiang Station is the most licking style".
I have no personal opinion on this article. After reading this article, the king has already written the document to send you to Zhuangzi, Hanoi, and asked to feed you with sorghum and rice, and a coarse cotton jacket to keep out the cold. This king has deep affection for you, and there is no need for you to be grateful , but thinking about your loyalty and kindness, you must feel ashamed and uneasy, and you have to thank me, but you belong to me, from the sweat towel to the insole, and there is no reason to take my things to give me , Ben Wang thought about it and decided to reluctantly accept the painting you sent, and you don't have to wait for the post-horse to send it back to you-send it back and forth, the most boring thing! Well, sir, that's it, you can wash up and sleep. "
Eight hundred miles hastened to send out the longest dialogue letter in His Royal Highness King Chu's life. The lights illuminated the man's pensive and clear face all night, and there was a slight worry in his faint smile.
The wind that blew through his long hair, crossed thousands of miles of territory, hovered in foreign lands, and when it blew the faint candle in a secret room again, it had become gentle and careful.
The people in the room spoke carefully, like a whisper.
"At the end of the seventeenth year of Shengwu in Xiliang, the only pregnant concubine in the palace gave birth to a child. At that time, His Majesty happened to be touring the southern border and was not in the palace. Acting on behalf of the government, His Majesty has not had many heirs for many years. The three sons and four daughters all died early. The child of Concubine Mi is very important. It is said that His Majesty can come back before Concubine Mi gives birth, but I don’t know why. Concubine Mi gave birth prematurely. The Queen said Concubine Mi gave birth prematurely because of conflicting with the gods. She wanted to move Concubine Mi to the palace, and invited people from the Qin Tianjian. , and was rushed to the cold palace immediately. It is naturally inappropriate for a pregnant woman in labor to move her to the palace. Concubine Mi struggled for three days and three nights before giving birth. When the sun was about to dawn, the mother said that she had given birth to a prince, and Concubine Mi... " Lu Rui paused, a look of pain flashed in his eyes, Feng Zhiwei looked into his eyes, as if realizing something in his heart, but heard him slowly say: "I have suffered too much, and my mind has been a little wrong since then. "