I am Feng Jun

Chapter 339 339. She Can Still Blow!

Mu Yuanxi turned positive when he heard the words, looked at Shen Ci, and said solemnly.

"When did Gu ever make a joke?"

The scene in the painting was when Jingxuan was 23 years old, when the two of them confronted each other on the shore of Huai River in Tingzhou!

Although the picture is messy, she can still see what he wants to express as always.

Just like the book-like map he sent over to lure the enemy back then.

But Shen Ci, who has never seen Mu Yuanxi on the battlefield in this life, can draw such a picture, how can Mu Yuanxi not be moved?
In his subconscious, he still remembered.

Just as Mu Yuanxi thought, when Shen Ci just started painting, what came to mind was a girl beside a river bank, under a pine tree, holding a spear, wearing armor, and a cold-eyed girl.

When the pen was drawn, the picture was drawn naturally.

Of course, because of his limited ability, he ended up with this ghostly look.

He didn't even know how Mu Yuanxi saw it!

But at this moment, when others were shocked by Mu Yuanxi's words, the stern-faced Gu Qianqiu suddenly spoke.

"I feel that the meaning of Feng Shaojun's painting is mysterious and unpredictable, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see it. Only His Highness Xi, who has a close relationship with Feng Shaojun, can understand it. It can be seen that Feng Shaojun's painting skills are superb, and I admire it!"

As he said that, Gu Qianqiu also toasted in Shen Ci's direction, which really made Shen Ci a little suspicious of life.

Isn't this also blowable?

Isn't it awkward?
Gu Qianqiu listened to the increase of two hundred points, and said that it was not embarrassing at all!

She can still blow!

"Looking back now, Feng Shaojun's sharp lines and ink blocks piled up on each other should be using special techniques to show His Highness Xi's killing methods on the battlefield and the cruelty of war! Feng Shaojun's words to His Highness Xi The affection has reached such a level, Qianqiu is envious!"

[Ding, your [-] points have arrived]

After Gu Qianqiu, who had improved his acting skills, gained motivation, he couldn't stop.

"Feng Shaojun's painting skills are elusive and unfathomable, and it is even more difficult for ordinary people to understand his meaning. I can only guess one or two because of the deep relationship between His Highness Guanxi and Feng Shaojun. Dare to ask His Highness Xi, Qianqiu guesses, Can it be true?"

You can't blow it in vain, you still have to rely on the theme.

As for the theme?

Love line!

Anyway, just focus on the deep relationship between the two of you!

Mu Yuanxi looked at Gu Qianqiu, who was like a playwright, his frown was fleeting, and he nodded in agreement.

"What Miss Gu said is very true."

Simply her words are more pleasing to the ear.

With Gu Qianqiu at the beginning, and being admitted by Mu Yuanxi himself, others are also a little unwilling to be lonely.

First of all, Qiao Guiyi, who was so embarrassed just now, now has a smile on her face like a flower.

"So that's the case. I said that Feng Shaojun and His Highness Xi have such a deep relationship, how could they draw such incomprehensible paintings? It seems that I underestimated the relationship between the two."

Even Mu Lianya couldn't help nodding her head in agreement.

"Xi'er is the only one in the world who can understand Shen Ci's painting."

"Your Highness and my son have a good understanding, and I am very pleased."

Shen Yinchu said seriously.

"As expected, even the paintings of Ah Ci are inscrutable. His Highness Xi's insightful eyes are amazing."

Shen Nanzhu then said.

"Yes, yes, His Highness Xi and Shaojun Feng are indeed a match made in heaven!"

"Golden boy and jade girl."

"A perfect match."

"I agree with you."

"A husband and wife love each other deeply."

Shen Ci: "???"

Forget about the previous ones, what the hell is the love between husband and wife!

Isn't it just a disgusting painting, why do you make up so much?

What a ghost!
Shen Ci successfully changed from the disgusting person to the disgusted one, and he was still speechless.

"I don't know what the national teacher thinks of this painting?"

Mu Yuanlu, who was dumbfounded by everyone's embarrassment, said suddenly.

She desperately needs someone to stand up and tell the truth.

However, the only one who could refute after Mu Lianya praised her was Lan Yi.

Hearing Mu Yuanlu's words, Lan Yi, whose legs were crossed, raised her eyes lightly, and with her head tilted, she evoked a meaningful smile.

"The painting itself is not flattering, but the poem...is pretty good."

poetry?
Everyone couldn't help wondering, they only saw messy lines and ink marks on the good rice paper, but didn't see any poems?
Lan Yifu spoke slowly again, "Isn't the trace formed by the spilled wine a poem?"

Mu Yuanxi touched the paper with his fingertips, and Shen Ci looked at her with his chin propped up. Writing poems with wine stains was just a whim.

When the clear wine spilled on the paper, it was not clear at all, and it was even more invisible under the impact of a large number of ink sticks.

But she didn't want Lan Yi, who was only slightly turning the drawing paper in her hand, to be able to notice it.

"The luminous cup of wine and grapes, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately remind me. Drunk on the battlefield, Lord Grim, a few people have returned from ancient times."

Lan Yi read out the poem that she memorized after reading it once, "It's interesting to make poems with wine."

"It's just that no matter how interesting it is, the deity really can't understand that painting. It's not as exciting as the dancing music just now."

Lan Yi said contemptuously, and the plain words spread throughout the hall, which made Bi Jiuhong tremble and looked up at Lan Yi.

Lan Yi stretched out her right hand and gave him a light hook, two words came out of her lips.

"come over."

Bi Jiuhong folded his hands on his lower abdomen, walked slowly to Lan Yi, and bowed his head in salute.

"National Master"

Everyone didn't know what Lan Yi wanted to do, Shen Ci looked at it leisurely, but noticed bursts of coldness emanating from the side.

"what happened to you?"

Mu Yuanxi didn't speak, but pursed his lips tightly, and clenched his fists slightly, as if he was... forbearance.

Lan Yi in that seat leaned forward slightly, raised Bi Jiuhong's chin as if no one else was there, and looked all over his body.

"It's a rarity."

Lan Yi said with a light smile, recalling the appearance of the red-clothed young man with pear blossoms and rain just seen from the skylight, she felt a rare pity in her heart.

"Would you like to enter the temple?"

Bi Jiuhong was startled, and after understanding what Lan Yi meant, he looked towards Bi Yongqing.

There was some surprise and anticipation on the mother's face, and she gave him a wink, a little hasty, as if she wanted him to agree quickly.

Entering the Holy Palace is a supreme honor to everyone in the Mu Dynasty.

But Lanyi has always been indifferent, neither male nor female, and there are very few followers in the temple.

Now that Bi Jiuhong can be favored by Lan Yi, he is indeed the lucky star of the Bi family.

However, Bi Jiuhong turned his gaze back, lowered his eyes, and did not answer for a long time.

Seeing this, Lan Yi let go of the smile on her lips, and her voice became a little cold.

"Why, don't want to?"

Under the strong pressure, Bi Jiuhong knelt down, propped his hands on the ground, but still straightened his spine. He looked at Lan Yi with a neither humble nor overbearing expression.

"Since the master of the state has seen the subject Yiwu, he must also know that the subject already has his own heart."

(End of this chapter)