Transformation of the slag prince plan

The bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are dotted.The evening wind carried a bit of coolness, blowing in through the open window, caressing the long hair on the temples of the young man.

The young man was grinding the ink intently, and the desk was covered with snow-white rice paper.Not long after, he stopped, took a pen from the pen holder next to it, dipped it in the ink, and began to draw on the rice paper.

Time passed unconsciously, the flame on the oil lamp flickered from bright to dim, and the ink color on the rice paper gradually took shape.

Fan Yi studied the painting carefully, picked up the pen to touch up the color, and then put down the pen.He raised his hand and pinched his neck, which was sore from bowing his head for a long time, and turned his tired wrist. Then he washed the brush in a wooden basin filled with clean water and put it in the pen holder.

There was a knock on the door, and after a pause, Ruyun's deliberately low voice sounded: "Brother, it's getting late. Take a rest."

Fan Yi replied softly: "Understood, sleep now."

He blew out the oil lamp, went to the bed, and lay down on it.

In the early morning of the next day, Fan Yi took the painting to the bookstore.

As soon as the shopkeeper saw him coming, he immediately told him that a guest wanted to invite him to paint yesterday.

Fan Yi thought about it and agreed.

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Mr. Xiao Fan, please wait here for a while. I brought my grandson here today. How about meeting my grandson during this spare time?"

Fan Yi nodded: "Alright."

The shopkeeper took him to the inner room to sit down, turned around and entered the backyard, and then brought in an eight or nine-year-old child.

The little boy had a thick head and a thick head, and his round face was pretending to be serious.He walked up to Fan Yi, saluted Fan Yi respectfully, and said clearly: "My name is Fang Yi, I am eight years old, and I have met Mr.

When Fan Yi saw this child, he immediately had a good impression in his heart.He carefully asked what books the child had read and how many words he could recognize?

Fang Yidu answered one by one.

The shopkeeper looked at the two people in front of him, his eyes flashed with satisfaction, he retreated lightly, and quietly closed the door.

Ji Lanshu got up early in the morning, and after having breakfast, he summoned Zuo Yi and asked him, "When will the imperial doctor arrive?"

That day at Fan's house, he saw that Mrs. Fan was ill, and when he came back, he sent someone to invite Doctor Liu, who lives in the palace, to treat Mrs. Fan.

Zuo Yi said: "Go back to the lord, Doctor Liu will be there in the afternoon."

Ji Lanshu nodded, thinking that as soon as he arrived, he would take the imperial doctor to Fan's house.I hope that Imperial Physician Liu will be able to cure Mrs. Fan's illness with clever methods.

In the past two days, Ji Lanshu visited this small Luoxia town all over.In addition to listening to a song for a night on the first day, he felt a little relieved, but he really felt very boring, so he ordered Zuoyi: "Send someone to invite that brother of the Qi family here."

Zuo Yi led the order to retreat.

Ji Lanshu leaned against the door of the study, thinking about how to spend the whole day, when he turned his eyes, he saw the paintings hanging beside the bookcase.

Yes, he made an appointment with the owner of the bookstore yesterday to go today.

Ji Lanshu turned around and walked out, and rode out the door.

In just one stick of incense, he came to the door of the bookstore.

Just as the shopkeeper was about to greet the guests, seeing him, he immediately smiled and led them to sit down at a small table in the store: "Guest officer, you came by coincidence. The painter is right here. Just wait a moment, this old man is here." Ask him to come out."

Ji Lanshu nodded and watched the shopkeeper enter the room, but after a while, he saw a young man come out.

He took a closer look, and felt joy in his heart—it turned out to be him!

The young man is wearing a moon-white gown today, his long hair is casually tied up with a blue jade hairpin, and a strand hangs down on each temple. His almond eyes are clear and bright, with a little curiosity and doubt. With the movement of his gaze, his eyes are like brilliance. circulation.

What a handsome young man.

Ji Lanshu showed a gentle smile subconsciously. He stood up and took two steps towards the boy, but he stopped quickly, and the smile on his face also stopped, and then slowly faded away.

It was only because when the young man saw him, his lips that were originally smiling were instantly pursed, and the expression in his eyes suddenly turned cold, looking at him full of vigilance and resistance.

Ji Lanshu frowned slightly without a trace, and couldn't help wondering: Why did this young man look like this when he saw him?

He continued to walk forward calmly, as if he hadn't noticed the sudden change in the young man's attitude, and said to the young man with a smile: "I was very happy when I saw a picture of a winter scene in the store yesterday. Having said that, I don't know if I have the honor to ask you to draw another picture for me?" After speaking, he blinked his eyes, revealing the expectation and appreciation in his eyes.

The moment Fan Yi saw Ji Lanshu, the blood in his body seemed to flow backwards. He felt his heart beating so hard that it throbbed in pain. His hands and feet were cold, and his body seemed to be touched by someone. Acupuncture point, too stiff to move.

His mind was buzzing even more, and a few large characters kept flashing: Why is it him!Why him!

And what Ji Lanshu said at this time is so familiar to Fan Yi!

In the past, he also stood in front of Fan Yi's calligraphy and painting booth with a gentle face, and said softly: "Young master is so talented, I admire you very much. Since I am also a little proficient in painting skills, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to invite you back. As a guest in the mansion, discuss together?"

Fan Yi stood where he was, listening to Ji Lanshu's hypocritical words, a feeling of unwillingness slowly surged in his heart.

Why is he the only one who still remembers those unbearable past events!

Ji Lanshu still wants to lure him back to the palace in this life, it's just a dream!

Thinking that Ji Lanshu didn't know anything at this time, Fan Yi put on his trademark decent smile without hesitation when he was an actor.He slowly relaxed his tense body, and said lightly to the scumbag who had already walked in front of him: "Of course, I can, please explain the requirements first, and Xiaosheng will draw according to the instructions of the young master. Because it is an appointed painting, the price On the other hand, it is twice as expensive as the ones listed here.”

Ji Lanshu said with a smile: "That's natural, but what I want to ask you to paint is a scene in the lower mansion. I don't know if you can move around and talk about it in the courtyard of the lower mansion?"

Originally, when Ji Lanshu didn't see the boy, he just wanted to ask the painter here to help draw a self-portrait and send it to his mother and concubine to show his current situation.But the moment he saw the boy, he couldn't help but change his words.

How can a young man with such outstanding looks live such a rough life in this small Luoxia town?

He wanted to bring him back to the mansion and take good care of him.

The teenager likes Danqing, and he draws well.It just so happens that the scenery in his house can be painted everywhere, as long as he sees it, he will naturally linger and forget to return!

Ji Lanshu could even think of the surprised and excited expression on the young man's face after he went to his house.

"If this is the case, Xiaosheng may not be able to paint for you. I'm really sorry, please find another talent."

The young man's cold words were like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing Ji Lanshu's imagination.

He actually rejected himself!

Ji Lanshu stared at the young man in disbelief, the gentleness in his deep eyes gradually faded, replaced by displeasure.

He squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, and said slowly: "Master, why don't you think about it again?"

At this moment, Ji Lanshu's aura suddenly changed.His gentle deception dissipated because of Fan Yi's refusal, revealing his original face - fierce and dangerous.

Fan Yi was not oppressed by his aura, and his expression remained unchanged.He repeated: "I'm really sorry, please ask for another talented person, my lord."

Such Ji Lanshu, he has seen countless times before, how could he be afraid?

In this life, he will never give Ji Lanshu another chance to hurt himself!