My brother carried the doomsday

Chapter 48
The little junior sister approached timidly.

"Brother, would you like to write an article for me?"

Xia Yuan nodded.

The little junior sister became happy, and her expression became ladylike. She moved her little boots slightly and approached the senior brother, and when she leaned over to take a look, her face turned pale.

"Brother, why do you hold the pen in a grasping posture?"

Xia Yuan held the pen holder again with five fingers, and said with a smile, "It's just a matter of hand."

The little junior sister covered her face: "Stop writing, it's embarrassing."

Xia Yuan smiled, and the posture of grasping changed to holding the pen with three fingers. Immediately, he wrote a line of words on the paper.

Then, almost without thinking, came a second line.

Ink.

pen to paper.

Without pause.

The tip of the pen landed line after line on the rice paper.

He is fast.

The quick little junior sister and the noble woman were dumbfounded.

The aristocratic lady hurried over to look at it, and the first line read "Flowers of plants and trees in water and land, the lovely ones are very rare".

It seems that it is an article, not a poem, and it is okay to read.

But the writing speed is too fast, right?
Writing an article does not require a slight pause?
No need to think for a while?

Don't you need to mobilize the myriad of vibes in your heart and melt them into the tip of the pen to write beautiful articles?
Just so casual?
That's it
and many more.

The noblewoman's pupils suddenly widened.

Because, she saw Qinglian on the tip of the boy's pen.

--write like an angel!
Blossoming green lotus petals were born as the tip of his pen brushed, and suddenly appeared and died.

At this moment, let alone aristocratic women, even junior sisters can see the difference.

The two of them seemed to be no longer in the same place, but standing in front of a lotus pond.

The lotus pond is thousands of feet deep, and the flowers are blooming when they are young.

The two seem to be far away from the bustling, far away from the world of mortals, and walk on the breezy shoreline.

For a moment, it was as if he had come out of this mortal world.

The mood is ethereal and ethereal.

Like being washed clean of lead.

In the imperial capital shrouded in bright moonlight, a sudden storm gathers.

The bright moonlight between the sky and the earth seemed to be absorbed by a majestic force, and turned into two gathered rays of light, projecting towards the center of the small star sea in Nancheng District.

The luxurious painting floats in the heart of the galaxy.

As the moonlight fell, the sky and the earth lost their luster, and this long-standing ancient capital of the East China Sea also lost its light.

Only the painting boat is left.

Only the boy remained.

Only the flowery hair of that wonderful pen is still shining.

The natural green lotus has twelve petals, and when the twelve are born, two leaves are opened.

Immediately, a huge voice rang out between the heaven and the earth, covering thousands of miles, and began to recite:
"Flowers of plants and trees on land and water are very lovely.

To Du Ai Lian who emerges from the mud without being stained,
Zhuo Qinglian is not a demon,
The center is straight and the outside is straight, neither vines nor branches,

The fragrance is far and clear, the pavilion is clean and planted,
It can be seen from a distance but not played with.

I call the chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers;

Peony, the richest flower;

Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.

Alas!
The love of chrysanthemums is rarely heard of after Tao.

Who is the love of lotus with the same spirit cloud?
The love of peony is suitable for everyone! "

Heaven and earth recite it again.

The fragrance of ink bursts, spreads away, refreshing.

People are intoxicated in this illusion, unwilling to wake up.

The entire noisy Yunyu Avenue, even the entire Qinglong Imperial Capital, and even the distant Imperial Palace, Qinglong Temple, Jinshifu, Xuanshuitai, Zhenmensi, Six Gates and other places fell silent.

The artistic conception this time is full of detachment, which is different from the previous "Yun Xiang Clothes and Flower Xiangrong". With my own mentality, bring this heart of sudden enlightenment to shatter the locks of the earth, or break through the seal of the sky.

Xia Yuan finished writing the last word.

Sign off.

Heaven and earth are silent.

All sounds are silent.

Twelve green lotuses become fourteen green lotuses.

The fourteen petals slowly closed, and the flowers bloomed and closed, returning to Xia Yuan's eyebrows.

He deliberately changed the last sentence to "Lotus's love, who is the one with the same spirit cloud", which shows that this article is written for the younger junior sister.

Looking sideways at the little junior sister, her eyes had just recovered and she was looking at herself happily.

The girl playing the piano also recovered, looked at the talented young man incomparably complicatedly, and immediately bowed profusely, "Thank you, Mr. Qinglian, for allowing Qingyu to see the birth of such a beautiful article up close, but this poem is afraid It's not for me, but for the girl beside Young Master, right?"

Xia Yuan nodded.

The woman playing the piano smiled and said: "Of course Qingyu can't take away the beauty of others, but if there is a chance in the future, please ask Mr. Qinglian to give me a song, okay? Young master's articles are hard to buy, and Qingyu doesn't have ten thousand gold, but I will bring them." Exchange for something that satisfies you."

Xia Yuan saw that she was straightforward and straightforward, so he smiled and said, "Naturally."

The girl playing the piano smiled and said, "Then I, Su Qingyu, recognize the young master as a friend. If the young master wants to go up the lake in the future, just come and find Xiaoqing."

After finishing speaking, she raised her voice and called out: "Xiaoqing."

The brocade-clothed woman walked in the door before.

The woman playing the piano said: "Xiaoqing, from now on this painting boat will be used by Mr. Qinglian. If he asks, you must do so. Treat him as you would me."

The woman in brocade clothes didn't say much, and bowed directly, "Yes!"

Then, she hesitated to speak.

Su Qingyu said: "Say it straight."

Xiaoqing was also quite speechless to this master, but she didn't think about it, so she said, "The commander-in-chief is not here, and the master of the six gates invites you to solve the shocking case of Guo Sheng's mansion together."

Su Qingyu nodded, grabbed the skirt and pulled it, revealing the unicorn suit of the town magician, and then begged for forgiveness: "Qingyu is always disturbed by mundane matters, Mr. Qinglian, please do what you want, and directly talk to Xiaoqing about all requests."

The little junior sister was stunned for a moment, she recognized the unicorn suit.

And the Grand Commander is the top leader of the Town Magic Division.

Dashen catcher is the leader of the six doors.

Then
This woman's status is really not low.

Parents usually want to curry favor with her when they see her, right?

Su Qingyu saw the expression of the little junior sister, and then looked at Xia Yuan, only to see that Xia Yuan's expression was clear, and there was no change because of her revealing her identity, so she gave him another high-level look, clasped her fists and smiled: "There will be a period later."

She is going to assist in the investigation to find out who the real murderer of Guo Sheng is.

Xia Yuan also cupped his fists.

Su Qingyu patted the long qin, and the qin flew directly behind her, followed her out of the painting boat, crossed the sky, walked on the water, and went directly to the north near the servant's mansion.

Junior Sister feels like she is dreaming today.

She held her cheeks with her hands, so in the eyes of the elder brother, is she a noble and extraordinary lady like a lotus flower, who emerges from the mud and is not stained?
Really.
Big brother is really annoying!
PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket T^T, it's too difficult
(End of this chapter)