After finally coaxing Xiaobai to sleep, Luxi rolled up her sleeves and said with a comfortable smile: "I will cook some more dishes at noon, and I will use it as Xiaobai's full-moon wine for you."

She was very grateful to Ye Lin and others for their help, which finally allowed her and A Gan Zuo to reunite and live the peaceful and happy life they have now.

If Xiaobai hadn't just been one month old, it wouldn't be too much to kowtow to them one by one and thank them.

"Let me help." The eldest lady is a skilled cook and is looking for an apron and sleeves.

Normally Luxi only has to worry about the food for two people, but now that there are more people, one person will inevitably be a little busy.

Mo Mei's craftsmanship is also very good, but as for Yue Na, she was a child in the Holy Order and never learned anything.

After drinking a few glasses of wine with A Ganzuo, Ye Lin left a piece of dragon spirit stone as a meeting gift for Xiao Bai. It was carefully carved into the form of a coiled dragon. Its spiritual energy nourishes people and is worth a lot of money.

"I feel so bad~" Luxi tied the jade pendant above the cradle. Xiaobai saw it but couldn't reach it, so he deliberately said sadly: "We only accept one gift from you, but we will have to pay back several gifts in the future.

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Xiaoyu laughed and encouraged, "Would you please consider giving Xiaobai another younger brother and sister in two years?"

"You're the only one who's clever~" Luxi rolled her eyes with a smile, and talked for a while after the meal, agreeing to take Xiaobai on a trip to Hutton Mar when he gets older.

When they were saying goodbye, Luxi suddenly hugged Yelin and Mavis at the door, and said softly: "Thank you both."

…………

Ye Lin received an invitation letter from the Suran Palace, written in Aska's handwriting, and signed with the palace's emblem.

The general idea is that she invited some of the best painters in the entire Xu Ancestor to paint a portrait similar to that of the first generation of witches, and frame it as a solemn commemoration of the "Vicious Beast Incident" for others to appreciate and admire.

The idea that Xiaoyu muttered that day, "Someone can draw a portrait of this miko~" came true unexpectedly and logically.

"I won't go." Siatt declined. She felt that she was just doing a little work and was not worthy of such treatment.

Xi Lan, Master Jiulong, and several other powerful people also contributed, but it is expected that they would also politely refuse the portrait. A man acts freely and uninhibitedly, just following his heart, so there is no need for the admiration of others.

Yuena and others also declined, but they all felt that Mo Mei and Xiaoyu must go. Their identities are of great significance to Xuzu, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are "national treasures" now.

palace hall

Several Xuzu's painters have already completed the basics of their respective environments, but they still lack a main scene, that is, the main character.

The scroll is two feet wide and four feet long, one of which belongs to the night forest. The Yuexi Mountain is towering, the surrounding mountains are continuous, the snow is flying, and the dark sky reveals two scarlet ferocious eyes.

The elegant and gentle old painter frowned and looked at Ye Lin's face carefully, and a scene gradually formed in his mind. He stood proudly on the top of the mountain, raising his head and scolding him, completely fearless. His heroic spirit was like Wan Zhong's.

Even the mountains are not as good~

He slowly relaxed his wrinkled face, borrowed a bowl of strong wine and drank it in gulps, a bit of heroism surged in his chest, his dim eyes suddenly brightened, he picked up his pen and painted meticulously, and murmured in a deep state: "Who is so heroic and frivolous?"

Knowledge, one battle will make you famous all over the world, and the three-foot-high green front will be cold, frosty, and snowy, and you will kill all the injustices in the world."

The scene of Xiaoyu's scroll is the dance of the oracle, with fairy postures floating in the air, light and purity coming out of the dust, dragons entrenched in the sky, and thunder and lightning as accompaniment.

The scroll belonging to Emperor Nian makes clever use of yesterday's offering of auspicious gifts by mythical beasts. Emperor Nian walks with the golden tiger, and the divine bird hovers on both sides, casting bits of fine and bright golden light, covering the city of Suran.

"Although the photos using heavenly technology will be more realistic, I think you need a more ethereal feeling like clouds and fog." Askar explained.

Picture scrolls focus on expressing a certain profound artistic conception, while photos can capture the beauty of a moment more keenly.

Several painters are all master-level figures. They have recorded the faces and temperaments of Ye Lin and others in their hearts, so there is no need for them to be present at the scene.

Moreover, the scroll was originally meant to express "scenes". The detailed appearance of Ye Lin and others did not need to be painted very lifelike.

As long as you unfold the scroll and a lively scene suddenly comes into view, you can naturally recall these major events that are enough to leave their names in the history books.

…

"By the way, Ye Lin, there were four ferocious beasts in ancient times. You defeated Chaos, but what about the other three?" Nina was dressed in a black and white maid uniform. Aska's bedroom was very warm, so she didn't wear shoes. She was slender and well-proportioned.

The calf is wrapped in a layer of white silk.

As the second place winner in this Qinglong Conference, Nina's outstanding performance has won the appreciation of many Nianqi masters.

Originally, there were a few people who wanted to accept Nina as their disciple, but when they thought about her real master... they had better forget it and don't embarrass themselves.

"The remaining three are still sealed in a dimension called Chang'an on the Clouds, in a secret realm of wilderness outside the city."

As a former princess and now king, it stands to reason that Askar's bedroom should have a more serious style, like Queen Skadi's, filled with books, maps, various documents and the like.

However, because the dormitory is spacious and has a good view overlooking half of the city, and Askar himself likes a comfortable resting environment, the atmosphere of the dormitory has always been relatively relaxed.

There is a large, soft bed that can accommodate several people, a beautiful tea table and porcelain, the floor is covered with soft cushions, and there are several low tables that are just the right height for sitting down.

Next to her, Su Nan Ling, the little princess of Su Nan, held a book of ancient poems, and read loudly and immaturely: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground..."

Nuoyu used to be Aska's cultural teacher. Later, when the eldest princess Aska had grown up to be able to take charge of her own business, she became the teacher of the little princess Ling.

After flipping through a few pages of the ancient poetry book, Ling read aloud: "A tree is sad, a few people are in grief. The red flowers are incomprehensible, dancing in the autumn wind. Uh..."

Ling scratched his head with his small hands, his big eyes full of confusion, and turned around and asked: "Brother Ye Lin, I can't understand this poem."

She is very smart and literate, but it is still difficult for a seven-year-old to understand the meaning of poems by herself.

"Ling~" Nuo Yu, who had just come back from her busy work, was slightly embarrassed. This poem was her farewell poem that struck a chord with her in the red jungle. Later, she randomly copied it from an ancient poetry book written by Gui Ling. Unexpectedly, the little girl was smart and recited it well.

"Teacher Nuoyu, I can't understand spirit reading."

This farewell poem with a hint of resentment was written many years ago, when she was just a teenager. When she was visiting the red jungle, she happened to encounter the autumn wind that hurt the branches and leaves, just like saying goodbye to Forrest Gump in silence.

Do it yourself, on a whim.

At that time, when I was a young girl, I would naturally admire some great heroes who are famous all over the world.

"Ling, you did a good job in your homework today, you can go play now." Nuoyu smiled and took the ancient poetry book in her hand.

"Really?"

As expected, children are easy to coax. As soon as they heard that they could play, they immediately pulled Nina and ran out happily. She had long wanted to see the newly painted scroll today.

Aska hasn't come back yet, and there is no third person in the palace. Ye Lin read the poem carefully again, "It's so well written."

"Sir, you are so complimentary."

Nuo Yu has the temperament and self-cultivation of a lady, and her etiquette is elegant. Although she is older than Ye Lin, she still speaks with respect.

"But I'm a little jealous. What should I do?" He raised his head in distress and stared at Nuo Yu's uncovered face, which was beautiful and refined, with icy muscles and jade bones.

"That was a poem written by Nuo Yu ten years ago. I haven't met you yet, sir. I wish he didn't come a few years earlier." Nuo Yu knelt down elegantly at the small table and made tea with bare hands. Her movements were skillful and very pleasing to the eye.

Then she sighed softly and said with charming eyes, "According to what you say, I'm afraid I won't have to eat every day from now on. I'll be full with just three meals of vinegar."

After finishing the cup of tea, Nuoyu's slender wrist was firmly held.

The classical-style dress accentuates Nuoyu's graceful figure, and her half-exposed calves are white and delicate, slender and well-proportioned.

The table that Ling used to study was about thirty centimeters high, and it was just right for Nuoyu to sit on it. Her feet were as clear as pearls, with their soles pointing toward the sky, and a silk hairband hanging on it.

Nuo Yu took advantage of the mood to recite a poem. The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you.

…

Warm water mixed with ice cream made a mess on the table where Ling studied.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Wuling, the city where masters and apprentices work.

Chang'an on the Cloud, the place before the player enters the dungeon.
Chapter completed!