The King of Western Regions originally wanted to make things difficult for the prince, but failed. The King of Western Regions was complained that he could not be a human being, and he was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

At the beginning of the game, the King of Western Regions had a dark face.

When the empress dowager saw her, her face looked ugly.

It was obvious that the King of the Western Regions had to make things difficult for the prince first, but now he refused to admit his mistake. Once the King of the Western Regions also had a strange intention, the Kyoto of the Heavenly Dynasty could be said to be in turmoil.

The empress dowager couldn't help but look at the emperor, and she realized that the emperor was quickly wiping the corners of his lips with a silk scribble, and the empress dowager vaguely saw a touch of blood red. Because the empress dowager was sitting beside the emperor, she looked more realistic than anyone else.

The Empress Dowager was shocked. It is logical that the emperor's body could not be like this today - is it a reflection of the light?

A strange gloom flashed in the queen mother's eyes.

Lin Dongyao also noticed this scene.

Although he didn't see the trace of blood on the corner of his father's lips, his father's complexion was indeed much worse than before.

But the game has begun and there is no need to be interrupted suddenly. Even if he speaks, his father will not agree.

All the envoys of the four countries are here, but the father will last until the last moment—

He seemed to have inherited this from his father.

However, at the last moment, he still had his father who could help him, but who could help him?

The competition has begun, and the Messenger of the Four Kingdoms starts the competition at the same time.

Behind the four white screens and under the glazed palace lanterns, four dancers dance gracefully. The four dancers are different in different dance postures and clothes, and the styles of dance are naturally in the opposite direction.

Behind the white screen in front of Zhang Xiuhui, the dancer's dance posture is charming, with a flying skirt and a ribbon lingering, like a witch who has cultivated into a spirit, who wants to charm all living beings in this hall.

Zhang Xiuhui held a brush in her hand and was the first to start painting on the screen.

Because she has always been kept in the boudoir by Mr. Zhang and is hidden deep, outsiders know very little about her and do not know that she has any talent or special features. They all think that she was chosen by the prince because Mr. Zhang and became the prince's concubine.

But Lin Jian learned about her in detail before choosing her.

But now, Lin Jian also admitted that he was a little misunderstood. Zhang Xiuhui was not as simple as she saw it on the surface.

As Zhang Xiuhui made his first move, Lin Jian's eyes became more and more complicated.

Zhang Xiuhui is good at painting, and Zhang Ge has told him this a long time ago. But this is the first time I have seen Zhang Xiuhui paint!

The reason why Lin Jian chose Zhang Xiuhui is very simple. If he acts well, he actually has the face of the Heavenly Dynasty. If he plays badly, he will lose the face of the King of the Western Regions! Nowadays, Lin Jian will never do a loss-making business.

The beauty scroll outlined by Zhang Xiuhui in three or two strokes is amazing. Although the last painting has not yet been formed, it has already caused a burst of admiration.

But Luanfeng has not started writing for a long time. What flashed through her mind was the cold winter night many years ago, with the cold wind in the snow. The last time she roared before breaking up with Lin Zhenrui.

In the end, she threw away the guqin and stood up and danced a traditional dance of Fengtuoguo barefoot in the cold wind - Feng Qiuhuang.

Lin Zhenrui was the first man to see her dance, and the only one.

Feng asks for the phoenix - As the name suggests, she is the phoenix, and he is the phoenix, but she is willing to surrender and give to him. Unfortunately, the empress dowager at that time wanted the entire Fengtuo Kingdom. All she could give was her sincerity and her whole person! Not the country!

The phoenix moved his mind, and the wolf's hair dipped in ink and began to paint quickly on the white screen.

But what she drew was a dense snow-capped mountain covered with snow. In the snowy clearing, one person danced alone, with strange and uncommon dance. But behind the dancing woman, a person sat on the ground, suspected to be playing the piano.

But on the scroll, the person who plays the piano is just a very small point, and you can only see clearly if you get closer.

Luanfeng wanted to tell Lin Zhenrui that for so many years, he has been a cinnabar mole in her heart, growing in her heart and falling in her heart.

Even though Lin Zhenrui could not see Luanfeng's paintings now, judging from her deep nostalgic expression, the two of them could still guess what she had painted.

Luanfeng only knew that every time she made a stroke, it felt like a painful feeling of a sharp knife stabbing her heart.

Seeing that Luanfeng and Zhang Xiuhui had drawn most of the paintings, there was no movement on the Moon yet.

Next to the Moon, the Northern Liao master Han Qi seemed to be thinking about how to paint, but in fact his attention was always on the Moon beside him.

The reason why he was willing to stand up was because he wanted to observe it up close. Who was she?

He would not believe that such a coincidence in this world would have a man who was so similar to Linghu Manyue! But the purple eyes that the little companion read did not look fake. Hanqi wanted to see her Adam's apple again, but it was cold this time, so she naturally wore a high-necked cotton coat, and she couldn't see anything even close.

Han Qi frowned, and while painting, he never left the moon in the corner of his eyes.

The full moon kept grinding with her head down.

The fancy painting styles were not what she was good at, but she had painted landscapes in the Prince's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion. She had done nothing and had time to paint landscapes. If the brushwork was similar, the prince and Lin Dongyao would see the flaws.

So she decided to use the simplest method to outline it in a single stroke.

The thinnest wolf hair is dipped in ink, the wrists are moving, and the writing is sharp. It seems casual and free, but it contains a deep foundation.

The simplest, the most difficult.

This is obvious to all.

Drawing is like practicing calligraphy. If you can write complicated characters well, you may not dare to write the simplest strokes.

Zhang Xiuhui's brushwork is gorgeous and colorful, which is amazing.

The paintings of phoenixes are misty and confused, as if a girl’s thoughts are back for a long time.

Hanqi seems to be thick and powerful, but in fact he is too sensible in his brushwork.

Only on the side of the full moon, it is elegant and free, elegant and elegant, but it makes people pleasing to the eye and indescribable natural and smooth feeling.

Lin Jian's eyes fell on Man Yue with a steady look, watching her slender wrist secretly exert her power. Her extremely thin pen was like a blade carved on a white screen, completely unfamiliar with techniques and completely unfamiliar with feelings.

She really looks like her.

But will a person's style change so much in such a short period of time?

He doesn't believe it.

If it weren't for her, how could he relieve his disappointment?

Lin Jian couldn't help but look at Lin Dongyao beside him, then lowered his voice and said,

"Fifth brother, what's the style of Linghu's painting before the Moon?"

As soon as Lin Jian said that, Erruo suddenly looked up at him, and then looked at Lin Dongyao again.

Qiu Rong lowered her eyes, waiting for Lin Dongyao to answer.

"Friendly, ruthless."

The four cold words were almost squeezed out from his teeth.

He knew that was her.

The purple eyes were caused by the disease left by the poisoning of her eyes. Later, because Wei Feng tried too many pills for her, although her eyes were cured, they left a disease of lethargy. Lethargy could be relieved, but her eyes also changed their eyes, and the purple eyes that accompanied her for the rest of her life could not be changed.

Now, these purple eyes allow her to appear here openly.

Qiu Rong was suddenly making a meal when adding tea to Lin Dongyao, and then she didn't say anything and continued to add tea.

But there was an indescribable bitterness in my heart.

Whether it is feminine or ruthless.

There is still only one Linghu Full Moon in the prince’s heart.

The prince nodded thoughtfully and then smiled.

"Is that so? Why do I think she looks very much like Linghu Manyue?"

When the prince said this, the expression on Erruo's face became even more unnatural.

Lin Dongyao replied indifferently,

"The prince likes to be both men and women, and he has such a hobby, so he doesn't have to tell me."

Lin Dongyao said this, Lin Jian was not angry, but instead nodded with a smile.

"After seeing her, I really think that the man is good. The man in Dongluo is still very likable, and they are all so pretty and slender. From a distance, they look like a daughter."

Lin Jian refers to Mu Hua and the Month.

"The land of Dongluo is both male and female, and is petite, which is different from the roughness and strength of the Central Plains and the Northern Liao Dynasty in the Western Regions. If the prince likes it, he will ask, and see if the prince of Dongluo is willing to give up his love."

Lin Dongyao's tone was always cold and cold. He would not show any intention of blocking it, which made the prince suspicious.

"Fifth brother reminded me of the prince, haha-it seems that before Mu Hua left, I had a good deal to talk to him."

Lin Jian didn't know that Mu Hua was a daughter, but his test of Lin Dongyao was real.

Mu Xing, who is similar to the full moon god, appears too strange. How could he not doubt it?

In short, no matter whether she is a man or a woman, he will stay this person!

As the incense burned out, the time for the competition has arrived.

The full moon completed the last stroke, turned around and wanted to put down the brush.

At this time, Han Qi, who was beside her, also turned around at the same time, but the brush in her hand seemed to accidentally touch her sleeve. When Man Yue raised her hand to wipe it, Han Qi took a step forward and filled with apologies on her face.

"Sorry. I'll help you." Han Qi spoke, but stepped on the hem of the full moon suit.

The full moon lowered her eyes and said nothing, just pretending that she didn't see it.

Anyway, she can't speak now, so she doesn't have to pay attention to him.
To be continued...