The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

The cat couldn't help but sit up straight.

Rong Tianhe's estimation at the beginning was not wrong, he would stand on the same side as Rong Yunjing no matter what, and he was the type of person that could never be recruited.

Deep down in his heart, he was naturally inclined to participate in the war. After all, this was also the empire, where he grew up.Since he has achieved success in Yuhuayiyi, he has corresponding responsibilities.

But thinking this way in my heart, the reality is another matter.

I can't always participate in the battle with prototypes. Under the impact of various laser weapons and ion cannons, a cat ran away with its head in its arms, hiding miserably in various crunching corners...

Just thinking about this picture is a bit depressing.

Xi Qingyin stood on the easel, staring at a piece of blank rice paper, and did not move for a long time.

**

empire star.

Today's Golden Pimple is obviously much more flustered than before.

The beginning of the war was something that no one expected.On the one hand, Rong Yunjing had to deal with the funeral of his father after his death, and on the other hand, he had to actively give a mobilization speech before the war.

Now the entire empire is in a state of panic, and only by letting the people know that the royal family is still in power and is still a powerful umbrella for the people can the overall situation not be directly collapsed.

The head maid poured food for the kitten sullenly.

Tan Tan also seemed to have noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere, she was no longer as quiet and aloof as before, but kept meowing and rubbing against the head maid's palm.

The head maid couldn't help but say: "Your Highness has to juggle so many things. If he does well, people will say that this is what he should do. If he doesn't do well... Sigh, his body is much weaker than before. Next What about the day."

The girls around were silent.

Those who are sensitive have already started to cry, gnashing their teeth and cursing: "It's all the fault of the marshal, no, it's all the fault of the rebel leader, a big villain who kills thousands of knives!"

Across the wall, there was a commander holding a stack of documents anxiously, almost kneeling in front of Rong Yunjing to advise him.

"Your Highness, we really can't wait any longer. Although there are not many rebel fighters today, there are more than 600 imperial painters on their side according to preliminary statistics, and the galaxy they occupy has exceeded one-tenth of the empire's territory. Our Imperial Painter There are only more than 200 people, and there are only one or two royal painters assigned to each army, and some are not even assigned, which is really bad for combat!"

Someone then said: "Your Highness, now is the time to issue an order to forcibly recruit imperial painters!"

Rong Yunjing took the file and frowned.

After a long time, he rubbed his forehead: "You should also know that you can't forcibly recruit the Royal Painter until the last step."

The entourage said urgently: "But now we have clearly reached the last step."

Rong Yunjing's face remained calm: "Who said that?"

Commander: "...???"

Rong Yunjing suddenly hooked his lips, and directly projected the live broadcast interface of Xingwang onto the white wall of the room.There is a halo dancing on it, and a man in black robes is writing, writing non-stop.

Even in Xingwang's most primitive avatar, this person has a different demeanor, which can be recognized at a glance.

There were more than ten people in the room, and after the initial stupefaction, they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Someone couldn't help but raised their hands and shouted happily: "Master Xi is finally willing to come forward! That's great!"

Looking at the happy crowd in the room, Rong Yunjing leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, staring intently at the painting interface.

Soon someone noticed His Highness the Crown Prince's focused expression, and whispered to the person next to him.

"Your Highness really has been in love for ten years."

"You are wrong, Your Highness is not affectionate this time."

"Oh? How do you say that?"

The person who answered touched the document in the palm of his hand, and the old god shook his head.

"It will be the 'last moment' as His Highness calls it when Illustrator Xi finishes painting this painting. At that time...you will be able to see whether the documents in my hand need to be used."

**

the same moment.

The First Royal Painters Association of the Empire.

After ascending to the position of President of the Royal Painter, Lin Di has never been so anxious as he is now.

He anxiously walked to the window of the meeting room, manipulated the remote control and secretly opened the soundproof curtains.The light penetrated in an instant, and at the same time, there were overwhelming voices of petitions.

"Fight side by side! Fight side by side!"

"Please appeal to the royal painters, stop watching from the sidelines!"

"Painter Xi, please forgive us. We really know we were wrong. Those who first framed you and the unscrupulous media who spread false information have been investigated and dealt with. Please look back and see us!"

"President Lindy, please give a positive reply!"

Lindy behind the curtain was shocked and closed the curtain abruptly, almost thinking that the people underground had seen him with sharp eyes.

The A-level imperial painters who had been waiting for a long time could no longer hold back and complained one after another.

"What are they making a fuss about here? All the high-level members of the Royal Painters Association have agreed to join the war, and the upper-middle class are gradually persuading them. No matter how low-level we are, we can't do anything about it. We can't hold other people's heads and drag him to the battlefield. Bar……"

"Maybe I think Xi Qingyin doesn't participate in the battle and wants us to persuade her. The combat power of an S-level imperial painter is not a joke."

"Come on, what's the point of persuasion. If I were Xi Qingyin, I wouldn't want this group of people. What kind of thing, if you don't need me, they all eat my melons, and when you need me, they jump out, so what am I? Lah, why do you have to protect them without any complaints!"

The more they talked, the more excited they became, and they felt that there were so many things they wanted to complain about that they couldn't finish it for days and nights.

Lindy stopped at the right time: "Okay, don't talk about it."

When the royal painters in the conference room gradually recovered their calm, he said helplessly, "I watched Xi Qingyin grow up. I have seen him since he was in the Imperial Painter Academy. His sense of responsibility is stronger than you think. much stronger."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look in the same direction.

The projection screen in the conference room also showed the interface of the live drawing. Looking at the indistinct man in black robe, they seemed to be able to picture in their minds the cool appearance of Attending Qingyin.

Every touch of ink is like a work of art, and every time you smooth the rice paper, it seems to soothe people's troubled hearts.

He seemed to have an aura that could calm people down instantly, and the originally noisy meeting room instantly became quiet.

The imperial painters who had stood up sat down again, and some even took out rice paper and began to copy the painting in a daze.

...responsibility?

Even Lin Di, who said this word, was not sure. After all, what he was familiar with was ten years ago. He was still a student at the time, and he had never seen the sinister Xi Qingyin in the world.

After experiencing the arson case, dropping out of school to join the war, and being framed and insulted, will this child still be as responsible as before?

Just like someone said just now, why does Xi Qingyin have to protect those who have hurt herself without complaint.

Thinking about it from another standpoint, Lindy is not sure if he can do it.What's more, Xi Qingyin who is much younger than him.

He sat in place with complicated eyes.

**

The attention of various parts of the empire is directly reflected in the number of people watching the live broadcast, and the few zeros behind the numbers are dazzling.

Yu Kuanfan and Yu Mujin kept sending private messages. At first, Xi Qingyin thought that the two of them hadn't seen him for a long time, and they had a lot of questions to ask.It wasn't until he was called by two people in a series of fatal calls that he realized that something was wrong.

With the pen, ink, paper and inkstone all ready, Xi Qingyin took the time to click into the private message interface.

Yu Mujin is even better, no matter what, he maintains the sick and weak image of Mr. Pian Pian, and his words are still polite and reserved.Yukuanfan, the number one fanatic, has forgotten himself in front of the benefits, and can't wait to get into the screen and shake his shoulders.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!The number of people in the live broadcast room could not hold, and Taobao also followed suit.The main console of our Yujia said that the Taobao server is about to collapse, you always give me a face, and quickly limit the flow of the live broadcast room! ! ! 】

Xi Qingyin definitely couldn't understand this long paragraph of text.

But he knew the word 'current limit', and after searching for a few minutes in the background, he clicked on the current limit lightly.

In the next second, countless people who were eagerly waiting to watch the live broadcast of the painting suddenly found out... They were kicked out of the live broadcast room!

When clicking again, only one line appears:

[I have four hands The live broadcast room has reached the maximum number of people and cannot enter.Please check back in a while! 】

Everyone: "..."

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!

At such a historic moment, they were kicked out because of their bad looks? !

The Taobao live broadcast interface has a screen recording facility, and they can find the recorded video afterwards and watch it again.But this is completely different from the mood of watching a live broadcast.

One is to witness history, and the other is to be rubbed against the ground by history...

Soon, in addition to #希清音求你回来#, the hot search topic added another rather magical topic.

——Where is Xi Qingyin's painting?

Originally, when watching the live broadcast, everyone was impatient, eagerly looking forward to Xi Qingyin's announcement of joining the war and leading a group of royal painters to fight against the enemy.On the other hand, they are afraid that the mistakes made by the people are too great and they will not be forgiven by the other party.

Well now, the studio is gone.

Those who are lucky enough to stay inside can no longer exit the live broadcast room. The current situation is like the famous saying "Schrödinger's cat" on the ancient earth.

As long as the box is not opened, Schrödinger does not know whether the cat in the box is dead or alive.In the same way, as long as they cannot enter the live broadcast room, people will not be able to know whether Xi Qingyin will participate in the war or not.

The only way to know is to wait for other people's retelling after the live broadcast ends.

Many people thought of this at the same time, and started talking about Xi Qingyin at the same time, but after waiting and waiting, several hours passed, and the live broadcast still didn't end.

What's even more bizarre is that there is no content about the live broadcast on Weibo, and everyone seems to be choked by someone at the same time, refusing to mention what happened in the live broadcast room.

Even friends who were in the same place did not report it. When they saw the painting, they seemed to be stuck in it and could never get out again.

What is Xi Qingyin painting?Where did he draw it?When will the painting be finished?Is he going to fight or not?

Since the Legion of Fire launched the war, the people have been passive and withdrawn from the world. Many people even avoid reading and reading information, and still live in their own Garden of Eden.

But now, at such a critical moment, they couldn't sit still.

When they were nervous, many people called up the Weibo that they had posted in the past. Looking at the insulting words that they had been proud of, they deleted and deleted them in fear.

Before there was war and oppression, and later there was the threat of imperial painters refusing to participate in the war. The unknown unknown of the live broadcast room was hanging on the head, and the words that satirized Xi Qingyin in the past seemed to be reversed one by one, and all of them were mocking the ignorance of the past without exception. .

Too many words of apology have been said, and regret cannot cover the complexity of everyone's mind.

After the various incidents that Zhengyangxing experienced were gradually revealed, they realized that Rong Tianhe was responsible for Xi Qingyin's being framed, and the self who stood on the moral high ground back then was just a mob without the ability to think.

After clicking on the current limit, Xi Qingyin had no idea that a small action of his would have such a huge impact on public opinion. His mind was full, and only the snow-white rice paper in front of him was left.

Too much to want to say, because inarticulate never succeeds in saying it.

That being the case, let's use paintings to 'speak'.

Before starting to paint, Xi Qingyin typed a sentence:

[Not surprisingly, this should be the last time I paint publicly.The reputation of the past has since been removed, and he is just an ordinary person in the future. 】

This is the only sentence he said, and it is also a sentence that can implicitly express his position.

The crowd watching the live broadcast was excited, and many of them immediately wanted to share this sentence with their friends, but the second the words were about to be spoken, they all stopped silently.

Does this mean that you want to retire? !