Jiangmen iron blood poisonous concubine

Chapter 121 Beauty Scheming. 5
In the dim candlelight of the hall, Qin Shiyue turned his back to them, and was fascinated by a pair of ink paintings hanging on the wall.

A wind blows in from outside the door, causing the white gauze on her body to flutter gently, her back is well-proportioned and slender, her black hair reaches her waist, and occasionally the wind blows her hair, fluttering one after another.

The woman's back blends with the painting in front of her, which is indescribably elegant and elegant.

Hearing their footsteps, she didn't look back, and slowly opened her mouth: "My daughter didn't know that my father had such a hobby. This painting is really amazing."

It was an ink painting, mountains and rivers, not so eye-catching, but in the mountains and rivers, deep in the bamboo forest, the looming bamboo house attracted people's imagination.

The beautiful scenery of the paradise, coupled with the simple and crude bamboo house, should be a beautiful yearning of the painter, to stay away from this secular world and live a carefree life without contention with the world.

This painter is actually a wonderful person, and it seems that his ambition is quite noble.

Qin Gongqing looked at the painting, his face changed slightly, but his tone was very gentle: "Yue'er, don't make fun of your father, father is a rough man, how can he know how to play with these writings?!"

Qin Shiyue lowered her head and smiled slightly. She had known for a long time that this painting was not made by Qin Gongqing. Her father was good at leading soldiers in battle, but such writing and ink were extremely scarce.

"I don't know who made this painting? Such a noble person, my daughter wants to see it." Qin Shiyue looked at the whole painting, but couldn't find the person who signed it, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

Since ancient times, the literati are so proud, whoever made the calligraphy and painting must have the signer, and the spectators will know who it is when they look at it. Criticism or praise are all concentrated on him.

Qin Gongqing glanced at Shen Rou, who shook his head lightly, meaning that he couldn't say anything, Qin Gongqing cleared his throat and said lightly: "It was a gift from an old friend of mine, but unfortunately he has passed away. disappointed."

"Oh." Qin Shiyue dragged his voice, as if he was really disappointed, his eyes lingered on it, as if he saw a touch of beauty between the mountains and rivers.

It was the streamer on the skirt of the woman's skirt, which didn't seem very obvious, or it was covered with flowers, so Qin Shiyue couldn't see it clearly.

Qin Gongqing didn't want to discuss the painting, so she changed the subject, "Yue'er came to see me, but what's the matter?"

Qin Shiyou reluctantly looked away from the painting, and turned his head leisurely. Under the light of the candle, his eyes were as bright as stars.

She smiled and asked sweetly: "I heard that my father is going to the palace to meet the emperor. My daughter knows what my father is worried about, so I come to help my father relieve his worries."

When she laughed, there seemed to be light shining between her eyebrows, and the candlelight in the room was overshadowed.

Shen Rou felt hatred from her heart, but she wanted to put on a very natural and kind smile on her face. Just in time, a maid came in with tea, and Shen Rou took it herself.

She walked over with tea, stood still in front of Qin Shiyue, smiled softly and said, "Yue'er first drinks some tea to quench her thirst, sit down and talk slowly."

Qin Shiyue raised her head and looked at Shen Rou's smiling face, feeling disgusted.

But since people wanted to pretend to be a loving mother, she had no choice but to pretend to be a docile and good daughter.

Otherwise, people will say that she is ignorant.

(End of this chapter)