Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 958
Yun Zhuohua's painting skills follow the style of painting saint Du Yan.

Although Cangyu's painting skills are not from famous masters, she also has her own style, and her brushstrokes are superb.

Just looking at the scroll, with just a few strokes, already makes one's spirit shine.

Unexpectedly, now that she cannot see Cangyu herself, she can see things and think about others.

Yun Zhuohua laid out all these scrolls, laid them on the table, and looked at them one by one.

Suddenly, he discovered that in a painting scroll, there seemed to be a few scattered strokes in one place, but he couldn't tell what kind of pattern it was.

She carefully looked at Cangyu in the painting sitting on a big rock, with a lyre in front of her, and behind the body of the lyre, blooming flowers.

He rested his chin in one hand, his eyes were not looking at the lyre, but at the scattered writing between the back of the lyre and the flowers, confused.

Yun Zhuohua stretched out his finger, and landed on the edge of the scattered objects, drawing a smooth line one by one.

I realized something vaguely in my heart, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was extremely absurd.

But in the end, Yun Zhuohua still picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, the tip of the pen fell down, and swayed smooth lines along the lines drawn by his fingers just now.

Waiting for the brush and ink to finish, the brush in Yun Zhuohua's hand fell down with a "snap".

This scattered writing is not random, it is clearly Cangyu's intention to leave it.

Beside the lyre, there are flowers as a curtain, and all the pens are connected, just enough to sit a Yun Zhuohua.

One person plays the piano, the other cooks tea, and the four eyes meet each other with lingering affection.

This dynamic and quiet elegance is the whole life in each other's eyes.

Yun Zhuohua looked at it, her face blushed involuntarily, she turned her eyes away, and then went to look at other scrolls.

Only then did I realize that no matter which scroll, there were more or less such traces.

This time, even if he didn't use the tip of his pen to draw it deliberately, Yun Zhuohua could still see the place specially reserved for her.

Unexpectedly, Cangyu was so thoughtful...

Yun Zhuohua looked at the pictures one by one, and when he saw the end, he was a little dumbfounded.

She rolled up and tidied up all these picture scrolls, and called "Pei Yuan" to the door.

The door was opened with a "squeak", Pei Yuan walked a few steps in, stood in the middle and replied, "What is the emperor's order?"

"Where are these people on the picture scroll now?"

"Master Wu said earlier that except for those who originally lived in Fengdu, all of these people are in the posthouse."

After Yun Zhuohua had seen the portrait, he would bring him into the palace if he was satisfied, and let Yun Zhuohua have a look.

"Let them prepare well, I will go and have a look tomorrow." Yun Zhuohua deliberately raised his voice and said.

Pei Yuan was taken aback, and Yun Zhuohua went to see it in person, which really gave them great face.

"The old slave is awake, let's arrange it now."

When Yun Zhuohua was going to the post house, he happened to meet Su Fangfei who said that he was going to her princess mansion to relax.

These days, Su Fangfei has been in a bad mood. Although she forced herself to laugh when she met Yun Zhuohua, Yun Zhuohua could see the disappointment and loneliness in his eyes.

In this way, Yun Zhuohua took Su Fangfei to the post house together, saying that he was going to see the excitement.

Su Fangfei has heard about such a big matter as the emperor's selection of a husband. All the handsome talents in the world are gathered together, so it is very lively.

But before they reached the gate of the palace, they saw Wu Liangyun galloping on horseback.

(End of this chapter)