The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Chapter 433, the oil duckling!

Speaking of the past, Li Muyang was stunned and said: "I used to be black."

"Giggle--" Because the laughter was too intense, the girl's face had a touch of healthy blush, and said: "I know. Tiandu City had such rumors before, everyone is very curious - curious about that What is the lawlessness of Li Muyang. Soon, there is someone selling your portrait in Tiandu City. I also let Xiaoxing buy one -"

"The little star is me." The screaming on the left rushed.

"The portrait you bought is just like you."

"There is this?" Li Muyang was surprised. When he came back for a few days, no one told him that his portrait was selling well in Tiandu City. "What did they paint me?"

"Only I can see a pair of eyes."

"black?"

"Yes. Black can only see a pair of eyes." Song Chenxi looked at Li Muyang, who was close at hand, thinking, not knowing which bad guy deliberately vilified others for profit, shepherd son like bamboo as pine, chic and handsome It is a very elegant brother who looks very rare in the sky. I felt ridiculous when I got the portrait at that time. How could a person be black to that extent? Seeing the deity now confirms my own guess. "The shepherd son is very handsome."

Li Muyang’s white face was reddish, and he once again screamed and said: “Miss Xie Songjia praised it. But you should have no white flowers in the original money. When I was young, it was really black. It’s really black———- only I saw a pair of eyes."

"Is it?" Song Chen's eyes widened, apparently unwilling to believe. “Why is it so white now?”

"I tell a story to Miss Song Jia." Li Muyang said.

"Great." I like listening to stories most. The scorpio on the left applauded.

"I also like to hear stories. Is it the story of the young dragon?" The right side of the sky also said.

"Little star, Xiaoyue, you two are not many mouths." Song Chenxi seems to be very fond of these two little beggars around, can not bear to really blame them. "Quiet. Listen to the story of the shepherd son."

"It's a story of an ugly duckling." Li Muyang said with a smile: "In the past, there was an ugly duckling. It was ugly and ugly. All the ducklings disliked it and didn't want to play with it. The ugly duckling was very wronged, to himself. The mother said that the mother and mother, they all said that I am ugly, do not want to play with me. The mother hugged the ugly duckling, comforted and said, silly boy, one day, you will become the most beautiful duckling, you will become a duck The most dazzling existence of the family. The ugly duckling listened to the mother's words and secretly encouraged himself. I must work hard and I want to be the most beautiful duck. So, the ugly ducklings are far away from home, experience the wind and frost, and suffer from the ups and downs -- ——-"

"In the end, the ugly duckling became beautiful, right?" Song Chen asked with a look.

"The ugly duckling was eaten." Li Muyang said. "It was discovered by a hunting hunter when crossing a small river, so it shot an arrow at it. The hunter brought the ugly duckling back to the plucking and cleaning, using the mountain bamboo shoots, it is said that the taste is still very good."

"————————-"

The three little women in the carriage looked at Li Muyang with their eyes wide open.

"Ugly duckling ---- was eaten?" said Xiao Xing. Li Muyang finally can clearly distinguish the difference between the two little gimmicks. Xiaoxing’s forehead has a small red birthmark, while Xiaoyue’s eyes are narrower and longer, and it looks like a charming woman.

"How could it be eaten? The hunter --- - gave the protagonist of the story?"

"Yes." Li Muyang nodded. "If you see an ugly duckling on the side of the road, would you bring it back to eat?"

Two shivering heads shook their heads, saying that they would never eat the ugly duckling.

Li Muyang smiled and said: "But the hunter will. For the hunter, the rabbit is meat, the duck is also meat. It is not normal to change the taste from time to time?"

"You —————— tell me this story ——————--" Song Chen 曦 曦 曦 的 的 的 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦 曦me?"

"Yeah." Li Muyang nodded seriously and said, "Do you understand?"

"What do you understand?"

"Why are the ugly ducklings eaten by hunters?"

"Because -- it left the family?"

"Because it has an ambition that does not match its strength." Li Muyang said: "If it did not think of becoming the most beautiful duckling, and did not think of becoming the most dazzling presence of the ducks, then it will be safe to stay in the parents. The family is calm and happy, and will never encounter hunters and be eaten by them."

"You want to say ——————"

"Yes." Li Muyang nodded seriously: "You are already the Song family, it is the most dazzling existence of Tiandu City. Therefore, the way of Danqing, you only need to talk about your own mind, no need to deliberately pursue the entry or entry. That is the thing that no one wants to do. Why do you want to toss yourself like this?"

"I will be eaten by hunters?"

"No, you will eat yourself." Li Muyang said with a smile.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Xiaoxing stared at Li Muyang with anger, saying, "Why do you say our lady?"

"Apologize. Immediately apologize to our lady."

"Little Star Xiaoyue——————-" Song Chenxi screamed, and the star-like scorpion swept to Li Muyang and said softly: "I understand. I will pay attention."

"I understand it. Prove that the ugly duckling did not die in white." Li Muyang opened his mouth and smiled.

Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue looked at each other with a look of confusion.

Only the young lady refused to let them say, they would not dare to question Li Muyang again.

"Dawn has a request, I don't know when it is not appropriate." Song Chenxi looked at Li Muyang and said with a shy look.

"Miss Song Jia spoke up," Li Muyang said. He really couldn't bear to reject the girl's request. If it is not too much.

"I want to ask the shepherd son to send me a piece of ink." Song Chen said in a whisper, it may be that it is too shameful to find someone to force someone to paint, so he quickly explained: "I will have a courtesy Gift."

"I don't care if there is such a gift," Li Muyang said. "I promised Miss Song's request, and I will send it to the house in person when I have a good work."

"No, I want to ------" Song Chenxi’s voice is low, the red face is redder, and the voice is like a whisper: "I want the shepherd son to draw a picture for me ----"

Li Muyang suddenly realized that he nodded seriously and said: "I will do my best to show the lady's grace."

"Do your best." Song Shen was sitting in the carriage, and his big sleeves were lifted up. He was deeply confronted with Li Muyang and said, "There is work."

After saying goodbye to Song Chen, Li Muyang re-sit back to his carriage.

I remembered the last request of Song Chenxi, and there was a feeling of ridicule.

Quangui Valve is a multi-painter, in order to give a biography of his family's elders, so as to leave it to future generations to pay homage. Even the palace has a palace painter, and the king and the harem are kept on the side of the white.

With the status of Song Chenxi and the degree of being favored by the Song family, what kind of artist does she want to find? Is the court painter in the West Wind Palace not able to recruit it?

Why did she just look for herself to give her a portrait?

"Because I am better than all of them." Li Muyang solemnly nodded, thinking, the old saying is really justified: the skill does not press. The more things a person knows, the easier it is to live.

It was only a moment of interest, but I did not expect that there would be such a harvest today.

Looking back, I have to check the memory of the black dragon. In its long life, I have learned a lot of magical skills and exercises. Learn more by yourself and say that you can use it when you can.

"In time, the title of the first beautiful man in the sky is who I am?" Li Muyang thought in his heart.

It’s a pity to see, from the waste boy in Jiangnan City, the black charcoal pig to the beautiful teenager who is famous in China today. --- Do you know how hard he worked for Li Muyang?

"Uncle Luo, let's go home." Li Muyang said with a voice: "Grandpa Lu is still waiting at home. If they haven't returned for a long time, they must be worried."

Luo Xu responded and waved the whip to drive the carriage again. He knows that Li Muyang’s worries are very reasonable. He regards Lu’s attention to the young man in front of him. He is alone in the eyes of the starry sky. He is afraid that it is difficult for his family’s heart to settle down.

Within the oxcart, Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue looked at their own ladies with pity.

"Miss, that Li Muyang is a bad person, and Miss will not talk to him later."

"Yes, the little duck is so cute, how can it be eaten by the hunter? He is a bad person."

Song Chen smiled and reached out and licked the pretty face of two little girls. He said: "He is also kind."

"A good intention? How good is it? The story he told is not good at all. He also said that he would eat the duckling and said that the lady would eat it himself -----"

"That's because both of you are clumsy." Song Chenxi held the oven, and his body leaned softly on the thick carpet of the carriage. Only then would the temperature of her body rise, so that she would not feel outside. That kind of cold. "He is right, I will eat myself. Everyone can do what they can, why bother to worry?"

"I really like the way of Danqing, but my body is really too weak. If I am as hard as I used to be, I am afraid that it is -----I am afraid that Grandpa will shoot again and save. I won’t come back to me. The last time my grandfather passed, I won’t let me paint again. It’s my repeated request, he allowed me to paint for a while – if I have too strong intentions, I want Letting yourself enter the door of the ink channel and entering the country, the effort you need to pay is not something that my body can bear."