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The black cloth covered the bright sunshine and tied up the clear eyes.

Yesterday, Feng Qinglang completely conquered the group of picky recruiters in just one meal, and became a member of the royal painters.

Today, he sat down with well-known painters in the other three kingdoms, tied a black cloth, and invited them into the carriage.

"Masters, the royal family commissioned your portraits this time, which is of great importance! Due to the safety tradition of the imperial court, we have to cover your eyes. If there is any offense, please forgive me..." This is A hoarse and magnetic female voice resounded in the darkness, with ups and downs, just staggering the intermittent grunting of the rollers as the carriage moved forward.

Feng Qinglang believes that this woman must often speak in the carriage, and her pronunciation is very skillful, and ordinary noises cannot cover up her clear enunciation.

The courtesy of the other three painters sounded all around, Qing Lang didn't speak, just smiled gently, he believed that this smile could also express the same meaning.

For Qingliang, being close to the empress or the royal treasure house is enough.

Next, the hoarse female voice began to describe the basic rules of the royal family in Lanling. According to Qing Lang's experience, the rules of the royal family in this region seem to be similar. Listening to him, he couldn't help being a little distracted.

He didn't like long periods of total darkness, which would bring back an unpleasant memory from his past.

Feng Qinglang tried to distract herself and pay attention to her surroundings. Judging from the sound of her breathing, there were four painters invited including herself. The person on the opposite side was breathing a little fast, probably a little nervous. The person on the left was breathing long and calmly, probably not. This is the first time I have experienced such a scene, the person on the right breathes short and long, um, and there is a slight snoring sound...

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing, he likes interesting people, does he care if this person is really sleeping or pretending to be sleeping?

He changed to a comfortable sitting position, listening to the chattering of the hoarse female voice, and the sound of the carriage moving forward, um, he probably entered the inner imperial city and drove around, and then drove out of the city, heh, he was really careful...

Such prudence actually cheered Feng Qinglang up, which meant that his first mission when he took office might be the honor to paint a portrait of the empress herself.

After working hard for the past few days, and listening to the hypnotic sounds around him, he soon fell asleep.

Loosen the black cloth, and it is already a garden, magnificent and beautiful, but only very beautiful, Feng Qinglang does not appreciate such beauty of decoration.

The four peers looked at each other, somewhat jealous of their peers, Qing Lang tried to make himself smile more gently, perhaps, the reason why he never thought of himself as a real painter.

The female official who spoke in front introduced with her hoarse voice: "This is a separate courtyard of our Lanling royal family. Don't try to guess where it is, it will do you no good at all!"

She led the four of them forward, and there were only ordinary royal attendants along the way, seemingly without any defensive force, but Feng Qinglang could feel that some force hidden in the dark was watching them vigilantly in places where the sun could not shine .

In a luxurious hall, they finally saw the contemporary empress of the Lanling Kingdom.

The queen is very beautiful, that kind of beauty is a mature charm, a rose that has not faded through the years.

The queen greeted several painters with a charming and seductive smile. She didn't smile like this on purpose, but she was used to it.

She reclined lazily on the couch: "Did you see the wall behind me? The best painted one will be embellished with magic lines, enlarged several times, and placed there."

The four painters all showed looks of yearning, and Qing Lang also tried his best to show yearning, looking at the back wall that was ten feet high, for him, the exquisite small box on the queen's bed was the most important thing for him. It seems to be more attractive to him.

The female officer had already stood in the shadow on the left side behind the couch, and upon receiving the hint from the empress, she waved her hand, and all the attendants in the hall saluted neatly and retreated.

The empress stood up and took off her clothes in the most graceful manner. Anything that can be done to the extreme can become a technique. The empress at this moment has turned the process of undressing into an art.

Feng Qinglang felt that the male painter beside her was breathing more quickly, and her own throat was also dry for a while. The beauty of a mature woman quietly bloomed in the silent hall.

He felt a little bad. Seeing the queen's naked body, would they turn into corpses after they finished painting?Feng Qinglang suddenly understood why the Lanling royal family urgently recruited top painters, promised high salaries, but didn't need strict vetting. It turned out that what they wanted to recruit were dead people who only painted one painting.

Every woman hopes to keep her most beautiful moment. The Queen may no longer be the most beautiful moment, but she is still the most attractive moment.

The attractiveness of her frowns and smiles should have added the power of her soul. In other words, she should have practiced some kind of secret technique.

The queen lay back on the couch lazily again, looking at them with a half-smile.

The female officer reminded the stunned painters: "It's time to start."

Qinglang began to look at the model, and when he looked into a dark place, Qinglang couldn't help but think of a scene that happened in the dark in the past, and then his face turned slightly red, so it turned out that so many years had passed without knowing it...

At this time, Feng Qinglang had already taken off her glasses and returned to her original appearance, but put on a blue curly wig to disguise herself a little.

The empress was very interested in this handsome young painter, especially when Feng Qinglang blushed, she saw it even more, and teased, "You blushed, what did you think of?" After the questioning, she chuckled lightly up.

Feng Qinglang could hear the brush of the male painter next to her trembling slightly on the drawing board, she must have lost the original wonderful brush, right?

The first-class canvas, as well as brushes and paints of all sizes, have been placed in front of them. The four painters are in different states of painting. The sketch pencil was being sharpened again. Someone moved his face very close to the canvas, as if he wanted to blend his face with the canvas and his own spirit to draw the best masterpiece.

Feng Qinglang adjusted the height of the easel, leaned on the chair, rested her chin in one hand, and sketched carelessly with the other, her laziness was no less than that of the empress who was not far away.

The queen didn't expect to get any answers to the questions before her, but Feng Qinglang's current posture aroused her greater interest, and she chuckled lightly: "It's a pity that you are not magic pattern masters, I heard that the top magic pattern masters , can make my portrait completely three-dimensional, then my most beautiful moment, as long as there are energy stones to maintain it, it will last forever. People in the future can see the most beautiful me at any time..." In the words, there is no Do your best.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help thinking of the three-dimensional portrait in the lobby of the Nan family headquarters, Nan Ling's wife, Nan Xinghun's mother, that was the most stunning three-dimensional portrait he had ever seen.

The queen said to herself: "If any of you could do it..."

She patted the small box that never left her body: "I'll give it to you!"

Feng Qinglang couldn't help taking a deep look, and noticed that the empress was paying attention to her beautiful eyes, and there was a slight hint of provocation in it, and the male artist beside him seemed to have sensed something, and turned his head to look at Feng Qinglang. Full of restrained jealousy, as if secretly blaming Feng Qinglang for stealing all the limelight.

Feng Qinglang's eyes fell on the exquisite box, full of inquiries. Without the large pair of glasses, her eyes can express many meanings clearly now. The empress immediately smiled and said: "If it appears in any auction At the meeting, everyone will be crazy about it!"

There was no need for Feng Qinglang to hint again, the box opened with a crisp sound of "ding", and seeing the queen was about to take out the contents of the box, the old painter standing at the farthest bowed solemnly: "Your Majesty, during the painting, Don't act rashly!"

The queen had no choice but to stop that movement, shrugging her shoulders helplessly, expressing inexhaustible coquettishness.

Feng Qinglang really wanted to run over and beat that old man, see you talking, pretending, beat you to death!