Emperor Yan's Domination: The Heaven-defying Demon Concubine Evils the World

Chapter 61 His Painting Scroll Goes to the Barren Mountains

The uncles immediately moved out of the way, Uncle Yun's smile froze, and he asked seriously, "What do you mean? That I'm protecting Miss?"

Uncle Yu shook his head mysteriously, his frowning brows straightened slowly, and the corners of his red lips curled up in ecstasy, "Miss has a big harvest."

All the uncles stared at Yunyue with wide eyes, they didn't see anything brought back by Yunyue after walking around for a long time, they suddenly said a big harvest, and they didn't know what it meant.

"Harvest?" Yunyue stretched out her empty hands in bewilderment, and replied in doubt, "Uncle Yu, I didn't pick up anything."

Uncle Yu suddenly lost his smile, walked around Yunyue a few times with a surprised face, and said in puzzlement, "There's no reason, I got a big harvest from Miss, so why didn't I bring anything back?"

Uncle Xiu kicked Uncle Yu away with one kick, "Get out of your way, you death stick, except for Miss's evil tricks, whichever time you pinch accurately, Miss didn't bring back anything, so what's the harvest, it's just nonsense."

Uncle Tantai also chimed in in annoyance, "That's right, I had a good relationship with me this year, but now I haven't even seen the person he said, and charged me tens of thousands of taels. Just think about it and get angry, come here." ,hang!"

Uncle Yu gave an order, and Uncle Yu was thrown upside down on a tree.

The crowd flocked back to the mansion and continued various uncle-style educations. Yunyue became more and more dignified. If she put on men's clothes, she would definitely be an upright gentleman.

There is a harmonious past on one side, but twists and turns on the other.

A stream of purple ink streaked across the twin peaks, passed over the torrent waterfall, and penetrated into the primeval forest.

Xuanwu, who had been pacing restlessly in the room, felt the heavy pressure from the top, and rushed out the door quickly.

Xuanwu waited in fear, his Patriarch always went and returned quickly, he was sure that even if the Shui family took the initiative to use the secret technique, his Patriarch Shangding would be able to handle it easily, and the round trip would not exceed [-] quarters of an hour.

But this time it took a long time to go, Xuanwu thought that Yan Si encountered obstacles this time, and he was restless because of his terrible guess.

After a while, Yan Si flashed in front of an attic door that was simple on the outside and extravagant on the inside.

Xuanwu quickly stepped forward to care, "My lord! Why have you been here for so long, but encountered obstacles?"

Yan Sim remained silent, restless, and had no extra thoughts to respond. He entered the room and sat weakly on the black sandalwood chair. His slender dragon fingers habitually rested on the table, lifting and falling from time to time, and his thoughts wandered.

Seeing that there was no crack in the place Yan Si stepped on just now, Xuanwu breathed a sigh of relief.

"My lord, is there a difficult situation with the Patriarch of the Shui family?" Xuanwu asked uneasily.

Yan Si tapped on the table lightly, the dragon's eyes were bright and dark, and there was a little doubt in the eyes from time to time. He was silent for a while, and shook his head invisibly. His eyes were friendly, but his expression was very sullen. true meaning.

Xuanwu has never seen Yan Si's expression like this, and he didn't know how to answer the words for a while. His Patriarch has always been cold-blooded, and everything will be wiped out immediately, so he has no worries. It is really hard for him to understand Yan Si's "" Anxiety", he stood for a while, cold sweat overflowing from his forehead.

After pondering for a while, Yan Si suddenly pulled out the bottom drawer on the right, took out a pair of blank scrolls, and spread them out on the table.

Seeing that Yan Si finally made a movement, Xuanwu stared at all the actions with concentrated attention. When his focused eyes fell on the blank scroll scroll on the table, he was very surprised, the Lord wants to paint?Hasn’t the master sealed the pen for many years?

Xuanwu lowered his head and kept his eyes straight, but he couldn't bear his natural curiosity from the corner of his eye, and looked honestly at the scroll on the table.

A white figure flickered in Yan Si's mind, holding up the warm jade hair that had been put aside, a transparent soft light flashed across his eyes.

Lang Hao started to wave, his strokes were not as indifferent as in the past, but gentle and elegant, simple strokes, with a warm breath, it is easy to make people feel slightly intoxicated.

When the pen is written, it is light and sometimes heavy, and the hem of Xiangyun's clothes is slightly floating. When the pen is written, there is no pause, the movement is coherent, and it is done in one go.

Lang Hao set aside, Xiangyun sleeve flicked the scroll, and the ink that was not completely dry was completely dried by a warm breath.

Seeing his master put away his brush, Xuanwu raised his head slightly, stretched his neck, and when his curious gaze just touched the scroll of the existing portrait, he froze for an instant.

Female... female?The master actually painted a woman?
Xuanwu's eyes widened to the point of bursting, and there were thunderous thunders in his mind. Before he could blink, waves of dizziness hit him frequently, hitting the barrier of his brain, and his head hurt from the shock.

Xuanwu has been slaughtered for many years, and he has already trained a pair of steel and iron bones and a strong emotional barrier that can be shocked by nothing. Nothing in the matter can really shock him. If he heard that his Patriarch destroyed a city, he would It just feels like a trivial matter.

For so many years, he has seen almost all kinds of storms and waves, but he has never seen his patriarch get involved with a woman. Seeing him now, he felt that it was unprecedented.

This too sudden incident exceeded the bottom line of Xuanwu's tolerance. He rubbed the center of his brows and forced himself to calm down.

Xuanwu carefully looked at every detail of the portrait of a woman with a peerless face, a light expression, and a white dress.

The blackness of her pale eyes and clear pupils.

Her simple bamboo hairpin is half-rolled, black and shiny, and waist-length.

The pattern on her strange flowered dress turned, and the hem of the dress was the size of a rune.

The whiteness of her hands, the softness of her ten fingers, the length of her crystal long armor.

All clearly reflected on the scroll.

Although Yan Si's painting skills are excellent, he rarely observes people carefully. He always looks at people lightly, and disappears if he doesn't like it. He can describe all the details of Yunyue, which can only show that he has a lot of love for her. , Careful as dust.

Yan Si lightly touched Yunyue's forehead in the painting, then carefully rolled up the scroll, handed it to Xuanwu, and said slowly: "This king wants all her information."

His tone was not as cold as before, and his cold demeanor eased a bit, too deep and slow for Xuanwu to react for a while.

"Yes!" Xuanwu, who was in a daze, still had a trace of instinct, and he subconsciously took the scroll. He held it with both palms flat, not daring to hold it.

Should he confront him with a killing spirit?Or treat each other with respect?
The most incomprehensible thing for him was that before he went out to deal with the Shui family, his master, who was cold and cold, went out and came back, and he didn't know him well. For a moment, Xuanwu even thought that Yan Si in front of him was someone else Fake, but the overwhelming coercion made Xuanwu quickly eliminate redundant thoughts.

Yan Si was silent for a while, then added slowly, "Look in the wild mountains and mountains."

"Barren mountains and mountains?" Xuanwu heard such a strange search range, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the scroll.

A eagle's sharp gaze flashed in front of Xuanwu's eyes, and Xuanwu immediately realized that his master had such an attitude towards the painting scroll, and immediately hugged the painting scroll tightly in his arms, not daring to neglect it in the slightest.

"Go and check the movement of the secret treasure of the Shui family, and see where it was once lost. Also, keep an eye on the old guy of the Shui family. If there is any movement, report it in time!"

Yan Si rubbed the purple ink pendant in his hand for some reason, his eyes darkened, and he ordered in a deep voice.

Suddenly turning to the topic of big events, Xuan Wu also immediately became serious. He wrote down all the matters carefully, put away the scroll, and left quickly.

Yan Si walked into the inner room, reclined on the couch, his dragon eyes closed, the sleepiness accumulated for many days hit him, and he quickly fell asleep.

Perhaps he dreamed of a white figure in his sleep, and his thin lips evoked a light and warm arc.

As night fell, Yunyue practiced excessively in the stone room, exhausted her physical strength, and fell asleep on the bed before it was time to go to sleep.

In the middle of the night, small, cool beads of sweat suddenly overflowed from Yunyue's forehead, and her breathing became more and more rapid. She was in some pain, as if she had fallen into a dream that she couldn't break free from.

(End of this chapter)