Nongmen tranquility

Chapter 349 Sudden Arrival
When An An arrived, Ning Fangyuan was writing a letter.

The decree to enter Beijing after he was transferred has been handed down, and he has to make arrangements.

Beizhen Fusi is a good place, but it is also a place that eats people without swallowing bones.

"Brother Fang Yuan, are you busy?"

Ning Fangyuan didn't even raise his head when he was led in by his servants, An An couldn't help asking.

Ning Fangyuan looked up, "It's not very busy, you sit over there and have a tea break first."

As he spoke, he continued to bury his head in the letter, and soon finished writing the letter, then called Changshi in, handed the letter to him, and then looked at An An.

Although the clothes that the little girl wore today were simple, they fit well. The light blue coarse cloth worn by others was just an ordinary color, but she insisted on wearing something fresh and refined.

He stretched his eyebrows, "Tell me, what can you do with me?"

This girl will never come if she has nothing to do.

"Naturally something happened,"

An An smiled mysteriously at him, and patted the scroll in his hand, "I drew a picture yesterday, and I felt that it had some artistic conception, and I want you to comment on it together, but let me tell you first, this painting But not for sale."

It is rare to have a landscape painting that I am satisfied with, so I cannot sell it.

When it comes to artistic conception, Ning Fangyuan really doesn't trust An An.

Who can draw artistic conception, which one is not a master master who has been immersed in the art of painting for at least 20 years.

Although he didn't quite believe it, but he was looking forward to it. Ning Fangyuan stood up with a smile on his lips, "Oh, I'm reluctant to sell it? Then I really want to give a good review."

He has a smile on his brows and eyes, and if the moonlight pours down the stream, it is also an excellent painting.

An An lost her mind for a moment. Many times, she wanted to draw Ning Fangyuan's appearance, but after thinking about it, she didn't draw it.

Qing coughed, with a smile, took the scroll to Ning Fangyuan's desk and slowly spread it out.

"Although I feel that I have some artistic conception, but in the end the foundation is not good, so don't laugh at me after reading it."

A fresh fragrance came, and Ning Fangyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, which seemed interesting.

The painting is not his usual figure painting, but a landscape painting.

As always, the painting method has its own style. Although the foundation is somewhat lacking, it is undeniable that there is still a bit of artistic conception.

Let him have an immersive feeling.

In particular, that strange fragrance, as if he was really in nature, calmed down a lot of his recently turbulent internal energy in an instant.

Generally speaking, those who can paint artistic conceptions are generally the kind of masters who have been immersed in painting for many years, and have a broad mind.

Never thought that this girl could have such a broad mind.

wrong!

In this painting, there is no expansive mood.

But where does this artistic conception come from?

Ning Fangyuan became even more interested and immersed himself in it.

The surprises and surprises she brings to him are always breaking.

Unexpectedly, just as he was concentrating on the painting, his head suddenly hurt like a spike, and a gust of hot air gushed out from his throat, spraying on the landscape painting.

What spewed out from the waiting head was naturally blood.

A mouthful of blood was sprayed on the painting, and the painting was considered ruined, but at this time, who still has the heart to think about painting.

An An snatched Ning Fangyuan to support him.

"what happened to you?"

Changshi received Ning Fangyuan's letter and went to work. Another subordinate was guarding outside. Hearing An An's scream, he rushed in immediately.

Seeing the blood on the painting was shocking, An An was thrown away, "What's wrong with you, sir?"

Ning Fangyuan vomited blood, his eyes drooped slightly, as if he was about to faint. The man drew out his sword and pointed at An An, "What are you doing? Did you poison the Lord?"

(End of this chapter)