Fast time travel to counterattack 999: The male god catches up!

Chapter 432 Your Majesty, Please Move 39
Guan Xiaoguan stared at the carvings on the phoenix bed, and after a long delay, he came back to his senses.

Fangcai.

It was all a dream.

After a while, he remembered with a dark face... Just as he was about to enter the system space and stepped on 138's little white face, Rong Jin's voice came from the hall.

"But awake?"

The violent factor of the person who wants to love is pulled back into the cage in an instant. If she is not still thinking about Rong Jin's painting, now, she must let 138 know why the flowers are so popular? !
After arranging his clothes, Guan Xiaoguan left the inner hall.

Rong Jin was dressed in a black dragon robe, still standing in front of the desk, no different from before she fell asleep in a daze, his spirit was surprisingly good, the only difference was that he had put down the pen in his hand.

Seeing her come out, Rong Jin smiled and waved to her.

Guan Xiaoguan walked over erratically, and with just one glance, his eyes were attracted by the five-meter-long picture scroll on the table.

A roll full of Endless Summer is vividly displayed on the paper, and the paint is thickened just right.

The flowers stretching all over the garden, along the stone road, from the first flower to the last flower, the color changes from fresh and tender to old white tea green, such an alternative beauty makes people intoxicated by it at a glance and cannot extricate themselves.

and.

At the end of the stone road, there is a beautiful figure standing in Yuli.

A plain-clothed woman holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The edge of the plain umbrella is pressed very low, covering the woman's eyebrows and eyes, leaving only a slightly raised corner of her lips and black hair blown by the autumn wind. The hair is hooked on the woman's hand holding the umbrella, adding to the A few traces of tiredness.

But looking at it carefully, the rolling flowers are like a foil, the foil of the plain clothes.

Although the ink on this figure is sparse... Su Yi?
The Qing noble concubine is the only one who often wears plain colors in this palace.

tsk tsk tsk~~~
Facing his eldest wife, he described his little wife.

In this world, there is probably only the one in front of me who can be so magnanimous!
Fortunately, she was not the real Zhu Jiujiu.

Otherwise, if the real master is here, no matter how good-tempered Zhu Jiujiu is, he will be so angry that he vomits blood!

But what I have to say is that Rong Jin's painting is really amazing!
Guan Xiaoguan took the tea from Bichun, took a sip, and was about to compliment him.

The sharp-eyed Bichun spoke up: "Why did the emperor draw my mother so small? So much ink, just a few drops..."

This girl—how did you know that Su Yi is your mother?

Ming Hai was also a protector of his master, so he didn't want to immediately, and argued hard: "What do you know, you little girl? Don't look at these few drops of ink, the Holy One has been painting all afternoon!"

Guan Xiaoguan almost spit out the tea water she drank in her mouth. Fortunately, she swallowed it in time. Otherwise, Rong Jin's painting that he had painted all afternoon would have been ruined.

"The person in this painting is... ahem?"

Rong Jin took the teacup from her hand, gave it to her, and nodded with a faint smile.

"It's you."

Then his eyes followed her back to the painting and asked her: "What? The painting is not to your liking?"

Guan Xiaoguan put his eyes on the scroll, nodded, recovered, and shook his head again, which made Rong Jin a little puzzled: "Then, are you satisfied or not?"

"The Emperor's Danqing scroll really deserves its reputation, and the courtiers are very satisfied."

She raised her face to look at him, frowned and said the doubt in her heart: "It's just... why did the emperor draw half of his face?"

Rong Jin's light brows and eyes were fixed, and he looked at her for a long time before turning his eyes away: "Actually, I don't even want to draw this half of the face, it's all based on imagination."

　Three shifts, three shifts, next four shifts!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)