"You, how did you...know?"

Xiao Luzi looked at Yun Tao with a completely ruined expression. Before he could recover, Qing Fu suddenly shouted:

"Princess, please slow down, don't run, be careful, princess."

"Empress Dowager, Queen Mother, don't go, don't go, it's not like that, it really isn't like that."

Xiaoluzi felt as if the sky was about to fall, so he shouted and chased after him.[

Huai Liu Garden.

The weather is fine and the fragrance is lingering.

There was a faint fragrance on the path, amidst the sea of ​​snow. In the garden, a clear and clear piano sound came from the room. The gentle breeze blew the piano music out, and it was refreshing to hear it.

In the room, Pianpian, dressed in aqua-green clothes, sat alone by the piano in the distance, slowly twisting and picking the piano, and the sound of the piano was long and clear.

There is a trace of tenderness and satisfaction of a little girl on her beautiful face. From time to time, she glances sideways at the majestic man who is spreading ink on the rice paper and swiping a pen.

At the end of the song, Pianpian stood up and walked to the desk, looking at the poems and paintings written by Huangfu Tianduo on rice paper. The spring day was bright, the willow trees were enchanting, scattered around the lake, and a woman stood under the tree.

, looking at the mandarin ducks playing in the lake with innocence.

"Your Majesty is such a good painter. Just like before, it is still as superb as before, just like the real thing."

He smiled elegantly, looked at the wonderful painting scroll on Huangfu Tianduo's desk with warm eyes, and let out a breath slowly.

"Yeah?"

Huangfu Tianduo smiled slightly and looked at Pian Pian, "Then write a poem."

"Yes." Pianpian was not polite. She looked at the painting with intoxication on her face. She took the pen over and waved her jade hand, then began to write poems beside it. The handwriting was neat, elegant and graceful, but it was a few words.

The whole picture has been told.

"Ten miles across the flat lake, the sky is covered with frost, and every inch of blue hair is melancholy. I lean against the willow shape and feel sad about the spring scenery. I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals." Huangfu Tianduo murmured out this poem, smiled slightly, and praised, "Only

I changed one sentence, but it includes all the scenes I painted. It’s amazing and has great literary talent.”

"It is supposed to protect the moon shape alone, but there is no moon in the painting, only willow trees.

I was inspired by it and changed it conveniently. The woman in this painting is just like me. She is under the willow tree every day, looking at the boundless spring scenery and the mandarin ducks in the lake. She doesn’t know when she will be able to see her beloved again.

.”
Chapter completed!