Mei Fei Shi Wu, Wang Ye, don't come here

Chapter 282 Chapter 286 Who are you?
The wrist is strong, every stroke has a rhythm, and the fragrance of ink is oncoming.

Nangong Yingxin hopped to the desk with one foot, and looked at the dark gray brocade-clothed man in front of him.

Now that Long Xingyun had already cut off her words of pleading for love, and also said that she was not allowed to meddle in Hongtang's affairs, as an "outsider", Nangong Yingxin had no choice but to shut up.

The two people in the room did not speak, and the fragrance of ink wafted in the air. Nangong Yingxin didn't dare to disturb Long Xingyun's handwriting practice, but just stood quietly by the table, watching the movement of that person's hands.

The entire courtyard is very quiet, only the occasional crisp sound of bells under the eaves.

Nangong Ying looked at Long Xingyun's words with lowered eyebrows, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

"Ask whatever you want to ask, don't look like you want to ask but don't dare to ask." Long Xingyun caught a glimpse of Nangong Yingxin's appearance from the corner of his eye, with a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth, "That appearance doesn't suit you at all. "

"Is it so obvious?" Long Xingyun still lowered his head to write, Nangong Yingxin reached out and touched his face, muttering softly.

"It's so obvious that you can't hide what's on your mind." Although it was just a whisper, the words of the woman in the blue dress fell into Long Xingyun's ears without reservation.

Standing on the spot with one foot for a long time, Nangong Yingxin, who couldn't hold on anymore, turned back directly, moved to the chair beside the desk, and sat down: "Long Xingyun, aren't you Tianyiren? I heard Tianyiren Shangwu, I have never heard that Tianyiren also loves to dance and write. Why do you like these things?"

"Tianyi people grew up in the grasslands and deserts, and martial arts is their nature, but this does not mean that Tianyi people don't like pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Wu can strengthen the body, and literature can cultivate one's morality. There is no conflict between the two. Why can't I like dancing, writing and ink? Can't you like to write elegant things?" Listening to Nangong Yingxin's words, Long Xingyun stopped the pen in his hand, looked at the Youlan woman in front of him, with a trace of deep meaning in the corner of his mouth, "Daxi people love elegant things, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting She is proficient in everything, but I heard that Nangong girl is good at riding since she was a child, and she doesn't like red makeup and military uniform. Long also wants to ask, how can Nangong girl like these things?"

"This..." Nangong Yingxin asked Long Xingyun, but was unexpectedly asked back by that person. He was stunned for a moment, but then regained his composure in an instant, "How does Master Long know that Nangong Yingxin doesn't like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? We Daxi people can pick up the things of refinement easily, and we don’t need to practice them at all. Besides, as you said, martial arts can strengthen the body, and literature can cultivate one’s morality. There is no conflict between the two. Why can’t I like dancing swords and guns?”

"Oh? So, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is just a piece of cake for Nangong girl?" Listening to Nangong Yingxin's words, Long Xingyun looked up at the woman who was talking in front of him with great interest, with a look of inquiry.

Facing Long Xingyun's deep eyes, Nangong Yingxin didn't talk too much, but just smiled lightly: "I understand."

"Since that's the case, I wonder if Long has the honor to meet Miss Nangong's 'little understanding'?" The dark gray man looked at Nangong Yingxin with deep eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Come here, I will serve you with pen and ink!" Facing Long Xingyun's smiling face, the woman in the blue dress was also generous, and there was no need to tweak it.

There was a bit of ghost in Xing's eyes, and that playful smile made my heart feel a lot more relaxed, and the troubles in my heart were instantly forgotten.

A cool breeze blows over the face, and the blue hair flutters gently in front of the eyebrows.

Taking a full view of the Youlan woman's smile, Long Xingyun listened to the witty words of "Come here, I will serve you with pen and ink", there was a hint of a smile that he could not detect at the corner of his mouth.

The man in dark gray brocade clothes lowered his eyebrows and looked at the woman sitting in front of him without fear, and walked straight over. Before Nangong Yingxin could react, he picked her up and walked to the desk, holding her She slowly put it on the chair: "May I ask Miss Nangong to write or paint?"

"Since Master Long has just been practicing calligraphy, he must have studied 'characters' very well." Looking up at Long Xingyun, Nangong Yingxin had a faint smile in her almond eyes, "So, this girl can only..."

The woman in the blue dress had a smile in her eyes, but her words were not crisp, and she looked at Long Xingyun with a look of impatience.

"What can I do?" Although he knew that Nangong Yingxin was teasing him on purpose, Long Xingyun was not angry at all, but he couldn't hide his curiosity in his eyes.

"I can only..." Nangong Yingxin smiled slightly, and spoke lightly, "I'm painting."

"Haha. In that case, Miss Nangong, please!" Even though he had expected that Nangong Yingxin would not act according to the normal routine, Long Xingyun still couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words coming out of her mouth. He took a step back and made a gesture of invitation.

Although my feet are injured, I can't walk around freely, but I can't draw when I sit on a chair.Nangong Yingxin stood up straight away, slowly picked up the pen on the pen holder, looked at the blank drawing paper, thought for a while, dipped his hand in ink, and started writing directly.

The lines of the pen were changed from thick to thin, directly occupying most of the area, and the movements were extremely random, as if they were done without thinking.

Long Xingyun looked at Nangong Yingxin's random painting with a bit of doubt in his eyes, he couldn't tell what the painting was about.

The pen in Nangong Yingxin's hand fell again, tapped lightly on the inkstone, and then tapped horizontally above the thick and thin lines with a little force, leaving a black mark on the paper, and then dotted a few points next to it. Faint ink marks the size of a fingernail.

The woman in the Youlan dress writes irregularly like this, and picks up the pen very casually. It seems that she is playing casually without any serious thinking, and scribbling on the paper willfully.

Although the pen in his hand was very casual, Long Xingyun, who was standing beside her, looked at it very carefully, and there was a bit of surprise in his eyes when Nangong Yingxin wrote and picked up the pen seemingly casually.

Just like that, in less than half a stick of incense, Nangong Yingxin's random swipe of the brush ended hastily, put away the brush in his hand, raised his almond eyes slightly, and said to Long Xingyun beside him: "Master Long, I have finished painting, you How about it?"

Nangong Yingxin's words attracted Long Xingyun's wandering thoughts back, and he stared intently at the painting on the table, with an incomprehensible expression in his deep eyes.

There is a vast grassland in front of you, a wide river comes from the sky, the tents of herdsmen live on the bank, groups of galloping horses on the grassland, and a few flying birds in the sky.Several herdsmen stood in the clear river and played.

"How is it? Is this Tianyi scenery similar to yours?" Nangong Yingxin looked at the painting on the table without raising his head. He didn't notice the strange look in Long Xingyun's eyes at all, and asked the people around him directly. man.

"Who the hell are you?" A deep, suppressed voice came from beside him.

(End of this chapter)