The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

In fact, Song Chen was really sick. He had a headache, and his whole body was weak, so he could only lie on the bed to rest.

Fatigue is second, but the main reason is that you can't fall asleep, and you are upset. Is this a heart disease, the legendary lovesickness?
He really never dreamed that one day he would lose sleep, eat, and make himself ill because of a girl he only met once.

I don't feel ashamed, just a little ashamed and embarrassed.

I'm 25 years old, and I saw a girl, like a kid who's just started to fall in love, if you say it, all the civil and military people in the court will laugh their ass off.

Shame too!

I don't want to admit it, but it's hard to control myself, admit it, he actually fell in love with the girl when he saw it, he was fascinated by sex, so superficial, he couldn't help but spurn himself.

Tangled!

"My lord, Marquis Wu Ying came to visit."

Song Chen: Who?

The door was pushed open, and Qin Yan's tall body walked in, blocking most of the light from the door.

Song Chen propped up his arms and stood up: "Why are you here?"

Qin Yan lifted the beaded curtain and looked at Song Chen up and down: "I heard that you are on leave, the emperor asked me to visit the lord, and I will come to see you on the way."

Song Chen said politely, "It's just that I'm a little tired, and it bothers you."

Qin Yan sat down: "I'm tired just reading a few memorials. Your lord is not very good at it."

Song Chen: "?"

He's just tired, why can't he do it.

"I'll just rest for two days."

Qin Yan glanced at Song Chen's arm: "Really? I think Wang Ye's body looks a little weak."

Before Song Chen could answer, he suddenly gave a smug smile: "Speaking of which, Wanwan said that she likes a tall and strong person like me the most. If she can protect her, she looks very reliable."

"Pfft." Someone was shot.

Qin Yan clenched his fist: "People who practice martial arts are strong and healthy. I haven't gotten sick for many years, and I won't be tired."

"Pfft." Another arrow came, dripping with blood.

"You" Song Chen glared at Qin Yan, the hatred in his heart, killing one's heart, right?
Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Qin Yan felt relieved, and waved his hand vigorously: "It seems that there is no serious problem with the lord, and the lower official will leave first. Today, I finally persuaded Wanwan to go out with me for an outing, so I have to go back earlier."

Before leaving, he gave Song Chen a meaningful look.

Song Chen: "." Don't think he can't see it.

Is he that restless?How could you rush up to it.

Even if he really fell in love with Qin girl at first sight, he would never let Qin Yan handle it.

An hour later, "Someone, go and find out where Marquis Wuying is."
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Qin Wanwan doesn't like to go out, so far, Qin Yan is the only one who can let her step out of the house.

It is said that the spring is just right, if you don't go out, you will waste the spring.

Qin Wanwan doesn't think it's a waste. She sleeps in the sun in the yard every day, how can she waste the spring?
However, Qin Yan persuaded several times that even if she didn't like it, it would be better to accompany him. After all, he was the closest brother, and he still had to give him some face.

After packing up, Qin Wanwan went out, and Qin Yan followed him on horseback, out of the city for an outing together.

Fengyang is full of literati. In spring, the mountain flowers are splendid and spring is full of joy. It is natural to go out for a walk, recite poetry, and paint.

So don't look at the wide surroundings of Fengyang, there are actually quite a few people, and it's not easy to find a place that suits your needs.

Qin Yan specially prepared three days for this, and specially asked people to clear the scene, otherwise he would not dare to take Qin Wanwan out.

In spring, if any flower is the most popular, it is definitely peach.

The spring breeze is ten miles away, and peach blossoms fill the sky, blowing into the lovesickness dreams of boys and girls.

Qin Yan has no feelings for peach blossoms, but where there are peach blossoms, there are young talents, so his position is also on Peach Blossom Mountain.

The guards occupied the best platform on the slope of Peach Blossom Mountain. Tables, pen and ink, snacks, melons and fruits, chairs, and umbrellas were all prepared according to Qin Wanwan's favorite and most comfortable ones. like.

Qin Wanwan didn't care about her appearance, but Qin Yan cared, so she quickly put on a veil, picked a peach blossom from a nearby tree, sorted out the shape, and gently pinned it in her hair.

Looking left and right, he sighed, "Why is my Wanwan so beautiful."

Qin Wanwan raised her hand to hold the bun, but did not answer.

Cool as always.

Qin Yan was not discouraged, and made persistent efforts, reaching out to support Qin Wanwan's hand: "Be careful, don't fall."

It looked like he was holding a porcelain doll with all his heart.

Some people saw this not far away, and they wondered which noble family was so noble, and they went out for an outing with such great fanfare.

After a few glances, no one knew each other, and they discussed each other in a low voice, but the sound was not too loud and did not affect the side.

Qin Yan picked up the ink stick: "Wanwan want to paint? Brother will grind it for you."

Qin Wanwan glanced at the surrounding scenery, it was really good, and nodded slightly.

Qin Yan immediately started grinding, laying paper, saddling the front and back of the horse, and robbed all the maid's work.

When it was ready, Qin Wanwan picked up the pen, looked at Qin Yan, and suddenly took out a jar of wine from the side and handed it over: "Drink."

Qin Yan was puzzled, but he took it subconsciously, lifted the stopper, raised his head and took a sip.

Qin Wanwan finished reading and started writing.

Grey is the base, green and pink are the main colors of the ink, and soon, the green mountains and peach blossoms appear on the paper.

After outlining the main body, start to refine the mountain flowers, figures and buildings dotted in it.

Qin Yan was amazed by watching it from the side. The technique of danqing really requires talent, so he can't do it. Even if he can barely draw a picture, it will be like a dry firewood stick, without any artistic conception.

But Qin Wanwan is obviously the best among them. He splashes ink in his essays, and waves his hands into paintings.

Not envious, but proud, this is his sister.

A painting takes a lot of time, and when Qin Wanwan picks up a pen, no one bothers her. They stay around each other, even Qin Yan just drinks and waits by the side.

After half an hour, Qin Wanwan put down her pen.

"Done?" Qin Yan quickly got up and leaned over to take a look, surprised.

Not to mention Qin Wanwan's danqing skills, the scenery of peach blossoms, blue sky and green trees leaping above them is exactly the same, but what surprised Qin Yan was that there was actually a person above.

Sit on a large rock in front of you, with one hand on one side, and a wine jar in the other to drink.

The light and shadow are bright and dark, only a few strokes outline the outline, and there is no detailed appearance, but the posture, at first glance, looks like Qin Yan.

"This is brother?"

Seeing Qin Wanwan nod, Qin Yan was very happy, like a treasure: "Okay! Haha, thank you Wanwan, I'll have it framed and hung in the study when I get back."

Qin Wanwan went to the sink next to her to wash her hands. Painting was tiring for her neck and hands. One pair was enough. I won't be writing again today.