If the so-called gentleman is a scholar who is full of knowledge, then Yinmang will definitely not be able to pretend.

As for the brush and ink painting mentioned by Li Yaohong just now, please copy and appreciate it...

The man sitting on the dragon throne suddenly lit up his eyes.

Have it.

**

It has been half a year since the new emperor of Jin Yuan ascended the throne. Overall, Emperor Jin Yuan was a person with extremely strong self-control and very efficient.

He stood up in Yin to practice martial arts. Chenchu ​​was in the morning. After the morning court, some ministers would occasionally be summoned in the imperial study room to discuss matters separately. If there were no major issues worthy of controversy, Emperor Yuan of Jin would stay in the imperial study room to review memorials. From the time of Shen to the hour of You, he would hold Fengyi Palace to accompany the Empress to have dinner with the Queen. After a while, he should rest for a while.

This night was an unusual night.

When Li Deyun rushed over, he saw that the candlelight in the imperial study room was lit until midnight, but it was not yet out.

He hurried to the doorman and scolded the little eunuch who was watching the night: "The family asked you to watch here, why didn't you see any eyesight? Look how late it is, and don't remind Your Majesty to stop? If this is exhausted, you are a slutty body, can you bear it?"

The little eunuch was scolded and felt very aggrieved. He stood with his head down for a long time before whispering: "Where did I not remind Your Majesty that it should rest? I went there three times, and was driven out by Your Majesty impatiently..."

When Li Deyun heard this, his brow frowned and stood there and murmured inwardly: "Is there so much left in the court today? I've been busy until now......"

"Your Majesty is not busy with court affairs." The little eunuch corrected in a low voice.

"What else can I do?"

Li Deyun asked casually.

"Your Majesty is...Your Majesty is practicing painting..."

"What, what?"

Li Deyun suddenly widened her eyes, questioning that something must have happened to her ears.

The little eunuch blinked, hesitated for a while, sorted out his words, and changed to a more understandable statement. "After the morning court ended today, His Majesty kept painting in the imperial study. He also sent someone to collect all the famous ink paintings that could be found in the palace, and he didn't know what to do..."

Li Deyun's eyes were really bigger than an ostrich egg at this time.

It’s really not that Li Deyun’s reaction was so great. Because of Emperor Yuan of Jin’s disgraceful background, some habits that were brought out from his womb were really hard to change for a while.

To put it bluntly, in Li Deyun's eyes, the new emperor's behavior is so heroic that he is used to being unruly and unruly, and even the most ordinary food, clothing, housing and transportation are not very particular. Such a rough figure, such elegant things as writing and painting, no matter how Li Deyun associates with him, he can't even imagine Emperor Yuan of Jin.

But no matter which nerve the emperor is misaligned, he will have to have a routine court meeting tomorrow. It is always impossible to stay awake when it is time.

But the temper of Emperor Yuan of Jin... let alone the eunuch, even Li Deyun himself dared not provoke him casually...

Li Deyun, who had served the new emperor for the longest time, knew clearly that in this situation, the emperor was willing to listen to what anyone said. That person was not someone else, but the empress who was enthroned by the emperor himself in Fengyi Palace at this moment.

**

When Su Wanrong first heard that the man was addicted to calligraphy and painting and stopped sleeping, she didn't believe it. But when she recalled that the man had a series of abnormal behaviors in recent days, Su Wanrong suddenly believed it again, and even felt that it was a bit novel and funny.

Because of this curiosity, Su Wanrong lowered her eyes and glanced at her. At this time, she knelt on the ground and begged her grandfather to worship her ancestors, and begged her to go to the imperial study. She raised her eyebrows slightly and agreed.

When Su Wanrong stepped into the imperial study, the fire was burning brightly in the red dragon's gilded candlestick.

The man was buried in front of the desk, and he was still wearing the bright yellow embroidered dragon robe. It seemed that he had no time to change his clothes after the morning court today.

At this time, he saw him holding a pen in one hand and sitting on the dragon chaise with a golden sword. His eyebrows were frowning, and his firm face was sharp and cold. He looked like he was painting at all, but like a general about to lead his troops to fight, and was concentrating on deploying a strategic map.

After bringing the Empress to the place, Li Deyun took her to the door and left.

Su Wanrong stood alone in the hall. After watching in place for a while, she hesitated for a while, then pretended to be unintentional and coughed twice.

Yinmang suddenly raised his head from the pile of paper.

Seeing that it was her, his eyes lit up immediately. He waved to her and said, "It's just right. There is a painting here. It's really evil. I'm clearly tracing it with strokes and strokes, but I'm always not good at it. Come and help me take a look."

Su Wanrong walked over.

The table that was originally used by the emperor to review memorials was called a mess at this time, and it was no exaggeration. On the table carved by dragons and phoenixes, there were ink marks on the east and west. The men's feet were even more exaggerated, and the pieces were all ruined into pieces of waste paper.

Su Wanrong followed the direction of the man's finger, looked closely and immediately recognized that it was the original work of Wu Yunzhi, a famous master of the dynasty.

Wu Yunzhi was good at painting landscapes. The one in front of him depicted the quiet scene of the small roads in the mountains after the rain. The wonder of this painting lies in the fact that not only the fields and mountain roads are portrayed in a relaxed and relaxed manner. The bamboo forest behind the path is also meticulous and lifelike.

After appreciating Mr. Wu's masterpiece, Su Wanrong's eyes slowly moved down and fell on the one he copied by the man at this time. He was slightly stunned.

This man is not suitable for painting.

After taking a look, Su Wanrong gave such an assessment in her heart.

The pen is too heavy and the pen is stiff. It is obviously not a bit of painting skills. It is no exaggeration to say that even Brother Che, who is a little older than his yard, is far better than him than Danqing.

Yinmang sighed: "I have painted this painting seven or eight times, but I still haven't made any progress. You are afraid that you are laughing at me for being ugly."

Su Wanrong did feel that the man’s drawing was not very good. But at this moment, she could not speak again when she heard his voice that seemed extremely frustrated. She didn’t want to hit him again, so she comforted her politely:

"This painting is made from a famous writer's pen. If everyone can draw it exactly the same, how can it reflect its value? You were originally acquainted with painting but not solid. It was too difficult to copy Mr. Wu's paintings from the beginning."

After hearing this, the man seemed to be very helpful. He saw his eyebrows stretching, he looked up and looked at her quickly, and then smiled.

"I know I should be smart. I can't draw this painting. It's clearly Wu Yunzhi's painting. The layout is strange. What should I do if I draw so many bamboos in a good field? It's just a scattered person and adds to the snake!"

This sentence is a bit proud.

This bamboo forest is clearly the finishing touch of this painting. Men are not good at painting, and the lines they draw are twisted, but they push all the mistakes off the original work.

Su Wanrong immediately regretted it a little, and shouldn't have comforted him just now. The man's obvious self-confidence was too swelling, and occasionally he should have defeated him once or twice, and also weakened his aura.

Just as he was thinking about this, his arm suddenly tightened. It turned out that the man was caught off guard and pulled her. He pulled her to his legs with the help of the situation.

Although this person always had some intimate actions towards her in the past, in the past few days, because of the words "gentlemanly style" she said casually on the chariot that day, except for sleeping on the same bed at night, men would occasionally stretch out their hands and sneak up on her as if no one noticed it. The rest of the time, men did not touch her.

Therefore, after a few days, Su Wanrong was really uncomfortable with the man's usual tricks. When his body stiffened, he wanted to hide. But one of his arms had already reached, and he tightly surrounded her waist and held it down.

"I have a few more pairs here that I feel more satisfied with. Please give me some careful appreciation."

Su Wanrong couldn't move at this time, and when the man said this, her attitude was considered sincere. She reluctantly sat still and looked at the newly pulled paper like a treasure.

I was stunned.

These are all...what?

The whole painting consists of two large circles, the small one looks like a head, the large one looks like a body, and there are four bamboo sticks the size of a curved vertical line, which is inserted under the large circle. What is this? This is a four-dimensional image!

But the man looked contented, pointed at the big circle in the middle with his fingers, and said, "Is it majestic? This is the tiger I drew!"

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tiger:?

My name is abolished. I think the subtitle "Daily Flirting Queen" is probably commonly used in every chapter of this article 23333
Chapter completed!