Doutu Continent

The Gu family produced beauties from generation to generation.

Yun Zhixian's elegant and refined face was posted on the bulletin board. It was a wanted poster of the Painting League. The appearance on the wanted poster was painted so vividly that even the sadness between her brows could be seen on the paper. Come on, what a pure and innocent face is this?

In addition to this arrest warrant, there is also a list of 27 people on the bulletin board. They have lived in the painting academy for many years. He was despised by others, expelled from school, and banned from re-entering the Fifth Academy for life.

Ling Feihang stood in front of the bulletin board, staring at the portrait above, and didn't look back for a long time.

Gu Qingzhou also came to the bulletin board, but after reading the list, he planned to leave and didn't pay much attention to Yun Zhixian's portrait.

It is rare for him to go out early in the morning today. He is neatly dressed and his hair is meticulously combed. Except for his sickly complexion and still bloodless lips, it shows that his body is not as good as ordinary people. His whole body is brilliant from facial features to temperament, which reminds people of his past. The identity of the proud son.

"Brother..." Ling Feihang hesitated, looked at the other party for a moment and asked, "You look different today than usual."

Gu Qingzhou said: "After so many things, Brother Ling is not the same as before. You stare at the portrait of Yun Zhixian, but there is no warmth in your eyes."

"She's a heartbreaker." Ling Feihang said seriously, "If I meet her again, I will never show mercy."

Gu Qingzhou laughed out loud, recalling the past.The teenager was stubborn and ignorant emotionally, but once those disguises were removed, he matured quickly.

"What are you laughing at, brother?"

"I just remembered that junior brother you once said, you will not fight Yun Zhixian, even if she hits you, you will not fight back. Things change in a blink of an eye."

"Is there?" Ling Feihang obviously couldn't remember, he asked, "Brother Gu, have you reminded me many times before, have you already remembered that Yun Zhixian is the heart picker?"

Gu Qingzhou shook his head.

Ling Feihang asked again: "Then one day, I broke you on the couch... It's not what I thought, right?"

"You care?" Gu Qingzhou asked back.

Ling Feihang hurriedly shook his head, entangled: "I'm just wondering, what happened that day. Yun Zhixian didn't want to insult you that day, but wanted to frame you? But you framed her instead?"

"It's not about framing, it's just for self-protection. The Heartbreaker wants to frame me, and let me tell the truth in the future. Others will no longer believe me, think that I am revenge on her, and slander her every sentence. Brother Ling, brother, I was the same at that time." Involuntary."

So weak and pitiful and helpless, with tears in your eyes and so on, these black histories are not true, so please forget about them quickly, junior brother!

"Senior brother...you are all so good at acting! You fooled me around." Ling Feihang said sadly.Thinking of the pitiful and helpless appearance of his senior brother that day, he actually believed it!He frowned and said: "No wonder Yun Zhixian said that I am blind and can't tell people!"

Gu Qingzhou said with a smile on his face: "Although Yun Zhixian is full of lies, this sentence is not wrong. Beautiful women can't be trusted, and of course good-looking men can't be trusted, silly brother."

He took out a painter's badge from his sleeve, put it on his chest, patted the other person's shoulder and said, "I've been forgetting to tell my brother, you, brother, I'm already a painter."

"you you……"

"So you can't just judge people by their appearance, Junior Brother Ling, let's be more careful in the future."

After Gu Qingzhou finished speaking, under the complicated expression of the other party, he left with his head held high.

He walked to the gate of the courtyard where his master Mo Xuetao lived, and happened to meet a young talent in his early twenties who came out of the courtyard, holding a framed painting in his hand.

Mo Xuetao's painting quality is very high, and there is still an endless stream of people seeking paintings, but as a master of painting, not everyone can get his paintings with enough money.It is rare for such a young painter to ask his master to write, so Gu Qingzhou couldn't help but look at him more.

With just one glance, he seemed to be frozen by the icy temperament and eyes of the other party.A very cold person.The man had a jewel tied on his forehead.The chignon has long headbands hanging over the ears like a dancing flame.If Gu Qingzhou's eyesight had not been damaged and he could see the color, he would have found this hair band, which was as red as a flame, just as he felt it.

But coupled with this person's icy appearance, even the flame of passion can be frozen.Gu Qingzhou shuddered as he passed by the other party.

At this time, the other party grabbed his shoulders, and Gu Qingzhou could feel the cold fingers of this man through his sleeves.

"Gu Qingzhou, have you become a painter?" The man's tone was also cold, although he was not malicious, he was very aggressive.

"May I ask who you are? Have we met before?" Gu Qingzhou asked suspiciously.

"Very good." The man put the scroll into his artist's badge, took out a piece of warm jade, handed it to Gu Qingzhou, and stuffed it in his hand.

The temperature of the warm jade seemed to warm the man's fingertips, and Gu Qingzhou finally felt a little warmth in the touched palm.

"My name is Gong Shuo. This jade can nourish my heart. When we meet for the first time, a small meeting gift is not enough respect." On the man's cold face, there was a smile without warmth.

"It's too expensive, I can't accept it." Gu Qingzhou returned the Nuanyu to the other party and said.

The man avoided the body, did not take it, and said in an unquestionable tone: "You are the disciple of Mr. Mo Hua. If I come to ask for paintings again in the future, please say a good word for me. Besides, we are not outsiders."

"It's not an outsider?" Gu Qingzhou looked puzzled. He had never met the other party, and it was the first time he even heard the other party's name. Is there any relationship between them?

He thought for a while, and then wanted to return the things, but the other party had already left.

"Gong Shuo? Who the hell is he?" Gu Qingzhou entered the master's courtyard with doubts.

"Gong Shuo? He is the young master of the Gong family. The ancestor of the Gong family is still alive, and he is a rare female painter in the world." Mo Xuetao waved his fan and said, "It is said that the ancestor of the Gong family, with you The ancestor of the Gu family once had a relationship, but...you'd better keep your contact with his family less."

"Why? Did something happen that year?" Gu Qingzhou guessed, "I've never heard the Gong family mentioned in my family."

Mo Xuetao sneered and said: "Of course I won't mention it. The ancestors of the Gong family practiced ruthless painting. Your Gu family has produced beauties from generation to generation. Gu Youzhi, the ancestor of the Gu family who was once known as the most beautiful man in the world, became the most beautiful woman in the world." After taking her trial stone, there was no bones left in the end."

"..." Gu Qingzhou was startled.

Mo Xuetao warned: "Gong Shuo has a heart of red spirit painting, and should be as enthusiastic as fire. When you see his cold appearance, you must have started to practice ruthless painting. When you see him in the future, you should be careful to avoid him." .”

Gu Qingzhou squeezed the warm jade in his hand, only felt that the pleasant warmth was extremely hot.

Seeing his distraught appearance, Mo Xuetao avoided the subject and said, "Have you taken your medicine today?"

"Not yet." Sure enough, Gu Qingzhou was distracted, put Nuanyu into the badge first, and frowned, "Master, can I stop drinking the medicine? This apprentice feels much better already."

"No!" Mo Xuetao resolutely refused, "You can't stop the tonic! The good medicine is bitter, and I prepared caramel for the master this time, and it will not be bitter after taking a bite. Am I the good master who cares most about his disciples?"

Gu Qingzhou couldn't laugh or cry when he took the candy. Even though he was taken care of as a child, he really felt the care of the master and was happy in his heart.

"How lucky I am to be Master's apprentice. Master is of course the best master in the world!"

Mo Xuetao raised his chin proudly, and handed the medicine bowl to Gu Qingzhou.Gu Qingzhou took a few sips of the medicine, and noticed that under the kraft paper that wrapped the caramel, there was still a layer, which seemed to be a torn envelope.

He only glanced at it, and Mo Xuetao's fingers were already pressing on the envelope, and he quickly let it enter the universe in the painting, without a trace.

It's so obvious!

"Master?" Gu Qingzhou asked, "Is there any new news from the Painting League?"

Mo Xuetao shook his fan and remained silent.

"Master?"

Mo Xuetao said indifferently: "It's nothing, it's a letter from Xie's family, hoping to keep Xie Chunfeng's student status. In addition, I will send someone to pick up a few paintings recently, but I won't take them all away."

Gu Qingzhou now knew why the master had an annoyed look on his face.

He nodded and said: "If someone from the Xie family comes, I will tell them where to put the things. Master, I am not that fragile, so you don't have to be careful."

He has been able to face this matter calmly.Even in his spare time, he has packed up Xie Chunfeng's things and made a list so that the other family can pick them up at any time.

However, there are a few potted flowers that are not included in the list. They are raised by the two of them together.

Gu Qingzhou remembers to water every day. These plants are growing well, unlike his sick ones.

In a palace far away in the Demon Qin Land, there was also a person who remembered to water the plants every day.

A palm-sized plant was placed on the window sill, and a few wooden strips were piled up under the window sill. The handmade flower stand was only half formed, and the frame had not yet been set up.It is extremely inconsistent with the surrounding black and grim furnishings.

The man with a pair of peach blossom eyes is the owner of this palace.He hummed an unknown tune, looking happy and at ease.

Maybe God couldn't understand his heartless joy, and soon someone interrupted him.

"Young master, are you still used to living here?"

"This is my home, why am I not used to it?" The man asked back, his smile was like a ray of spring breeze, which made people feel comfortable.

Hearing this answer, the visitor seemed very satisfied.It's just that when I suddenly saw the direction of the window sill, the flower stands and potted plants that were out of place with the surroundings, my eyes stopped moving.

"This flower stand was made by the young master himself?"

"Yes!"

"Who sent this potted plant? It doesn't match the identity of the young master."

The visitor stretched out his hand and crushed the plants. Everything he touched was quickly weathered in the air, including the flower stand, and instantly turned to ashes.

In a blink of an eye, the entire palace returned to its dark and cold tone and layout.He nodded in satisfaction and said: "The young master is honorable, if there is something missing, just ask the servants to do it, don't do it yourself."

"Then, let someone send you a flower stand worthy of my honorable status." The man put on his clothes casually and walked outside.

"Where is the young master going?"

"I'll go out and look for a few pots of plants that are worthy of my identity. I don't like the ones picked by others." He narrowed his peachy eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up to the extreme, and his frowns and smiles were charming, "If you Don't worry, just ask a few people to follow me."

"Young master! Young master must not!"

"You take one young master at a time, don't you even know my name? Or do you think that the name in the past, like these flowers and plants, is not worthy of my identity?"

"Subordinates dare not call the young master's name directly!"

"Let's pretend you don't dare." An evil light flashed in the man's eyes, "I, Xie Chunfeng, can't be called by just anyone."