Traveling through Tianlong: Starting from the Zhenlong chess game

Chapter 390 Finally waiting for you

Li Qinglu cleared her voice behind the curtain and then said: "The first two levels are about martial arts, and this third level is naturally about writing. Please ask His Highness King Qi to draw a picture for me and write a poem. If it is not as good as I want. , then this trial has failed. Please go back and coax your princess from Dali Kingdom!"

Li Qinglu's last two sentences were full of resentment.

Zhao Mu also smiled when he heard this. But he was not angry, after all, he was indeed sorry for her.

Zhao Mu replied: "Xiao Wang will definitely satisfy His Highness."

Then Xiaolei led Zhao Mu to the desk.

The pens, inks, paper and inkstones needed for painting were all prepared in advance.

Fortunately, Zhao Mu is good at painting and drawing. These are the two things that Zhao Mu is best at.

Even though he was in the dark ice cellar that day, he couldn't get a clear look at Li Qinglu's entire appearance. But Li Qinglu's voice and appearance are almost identical to Wang Yuyan.

Zhao Mu simply copied Wang Yuyan's look.

Although Zhao Mu had a wealth of knowledge, the poems he composed only had their form, but not their spirit.

After Zhao Mu thought about it for a while, he wrote: "A pair of people from one generation to the next will compete for two ecstasies. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? It's easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it's hard to run through the blue sea for medicine. If Visit and drink at Oxford, and you will forget your poverty."

Soon Zhao Mu's painting was completed, and the face in it was Wang Yuyan's. But the figure, the sword dancing, and the charm standing in the white waves were those of the little dragon girl in his heart.

Zhao Mu also replied with some embarrassment: "Haha, thank you, girl! Zhao is just arty. How can he be compared with Bachelor Su?"

When Zhao Muzheng didn't know how to compose a poem, he suddenly had an idea, which was to imitate Wen Chao Gong. After all, the era he lives in now is the late Northern Song Dynasty. And there are many later generations who have their own merits in poetry, lyrics, and songs. Instead of racking your brains to create. It's not as light as the one copied now.

After Zhao Mu finished writing, he shamelessly added the title "Painting Spring".

However, in order to make the painting more beautiful, Zhao Mu also added some "materials" to it.

That is, the face belongs to Wang Yuyan or Li Qinglu, but the charm of the body belongs to another goddess in his heart. This person is Xiao Longnu a hundred years later.

Xiaolei, who was doing the work on the side, looked at Zhao Mu's wonderful paintings and marveled at Zhao Mu's superb skills.

After Zhao Mu finished the painting, he began to write poems in the blank spaces.

Little Dragon Girl can be said to be Zhao Mu's favorite woman, but it's a pity that the Dragon Knight beat her to her. If he reaches that stage, he is afraid that even the ants in Chongyang Palace will be burned to death, and the weeds will have to be burned three times to relieve the hatred in his heart.

After Xiaolei read silently, she couldn't help but admire: "I have long heard that the talents of the Song Dynasty loved poetry. The poetry of your country's Bachelor Su Dongpo is one of the best. But today it seems that His Highness King Qi's talent is not inferior to that of Bachelor Dongpo. ." Xiaolei's eyes were full of admiration for Zhao Mu.

This is not considered modest on the part of Zhao Mu, although he talks about governing the country, commanding the army, and being powerful. He was confident that even Su Shi could not defeat him.

But Su Shi's poetic talent was beyond his reach.

Hearing Xiaolei's comment, Li Qinglu couldn't help but opened the curtain and shouted: "Xiaolei! Bring the painting to me quickly!" Zhao Mu and Xiaolei both turned to look at Li Qinglu. When Li Qinglu saw She lost her composure, her face turned red, and then she retracted into the curtain. After she sat upright on the seat and regained her composure, she coughed lightly and said, "Xiao Lei! Bring it up."

Zhao Mu couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her cute reaction.

Xiaolei carefully picked up the painting she had just painted, and then carefully blew on some areas where the ink was not dry. After the entire painting was dry, she carefully handed the painting to Li Qinglu for viewing.

Li Qinglu had seen the stunning beauty in Zhao Mu's painting, as well as the poetic and picturesque expression of lovesickness. I couldn’t help but praise him again and again.

Zhao Mu stood outside the curtain and asked with his hands behind his back: "I wonder if His Highness is satisfied with Xiao Wang's painting? Has it passed the third round?"

Although Li Qinglu was very satisfied with Zhao Mu's painting, she thought that Zhao Mu might have painted more than just paintings for herself. She continued: "The painting is good, but this is the third trial! I have to add another trial!"

Zhao Mu heard the girl's naughty voice, and then he pretended to say: "Oh! Since His Highness is so difficult, it seems that the little king and His Highness are destined to have no connection. In this case, the little Wang takes his leave. I wish Your Highness the Princess to find a good son-in-law. "

After saying that, Zhao Mu turned around and left in a pretentious manner.

Hearing that Zhao Mu was about to leave, Li Qinglu couldn't hold back any longer. She quickly flew down from behind the curtain and said, "Hey! Hey! I'm just kidding you. Why do you really want to leave? If you leave, ! Don’t come to see me again!”

Just when Li Qinglu was frustrated and didn't know how to apologize to Zhao Mu, Zhao Mu used Lingbo Weibu and returned to Li Qinglu in a blink of an eye. He hugged Li Qinglu and said, "Haha! Of course I can't bear to leave. If you don’t follow this method, I don’t know how long you will continue to quarrel with me.”

Li Qinglu smiled and leaned against Zhao Mu's body, and she gently "spanked" Zhao Mu with her hands. Li Qinglu smiled and said coquettishly: "It's not you! Since that time, you have never looked for me again. You made me wait for so long. If my grandmother hadn't told me everything, I really thought it was a dream!"

Seeing the intimate reunion between the two people, Xiaolei quickly called on the other maids to leave quickly so as not to be an eyesore here.

Zhao Mu hugged Li Qinglu and said, "It won't happen this time. I'm here to take you away this time!"

Li Qinglu said: "Take me away? Go back to Da Xia? But can't you come to Da Xia to accompany me? I really don't want to leave my father."

Zhao Mu sighed softly and said, "I'm afraid this is not possible."

But then Li Qinglu hugged Zhao Mu with both hands. She leaned against Zhao Mu and said, "Grandma has already told me about your matter. You have your choice, and I don't blame you. But you are mine now, I won’t let you go anywhere.”

Zhao Mu also picked up Li Qinglu. He looked at the delicate flower in his arms and said, "And you are mine now. I won't let you go anywhere."

With that said, Zhao Mu flew behind the curtain.

Behind this curtain is a boudoir. In addition to tables and chairs, there is also a wooden bed.

Zhao Mu easily threw Li Qinglu onto the bed. Li Qinglu also screamed happily. Her breathing was quick now, with excitement and anticipation. After all, she had not experienced that feeling for almost a year and a half.

Although she only spent a few nights with Zhao Mu at first, the feeling was something she would never forget.

She hoped day and night that the man in her dreams would come back to her. Now that this man was back with her, she could finally relieve her pain of lovesickness.

(End of this chapter)