"The General wasn't sleeping!" Lan Yi's voice came from inside the house.

Lan Yi's close-fitting attendant came out of the room and greeted Yun Qianyue. She picked up the curtains to let her enter. She walked in without hesitation and saw Lan Yi sitting in front of the window with a scroll of ink on the table. It was obvious that she was painting just now. She took a look and saw that it was a landscape painting of the ten-mile peach blossom forest. She smiled and said, "Director Lan missed home?"

Lan Yi put down her pen and looked at Yun Qianyue and said, "It's a bit homesick, but this painting is mainly for the general. Seeing that the general likes the crabapple in the General's Mansion very much, I thought that the general must also like peach blossoms, but because the general guarding the Fenghuang Pass in Nanliang did not like peach blossoms in the past, there were no peach blossoms in the pass, only Xiafeng Valley had peach blossoms. I drew one and prepared to send someone to the general."

Yun Qianyue's eyes flashed slightly. It seemed that Lan Yi knew that Rong Jing had gone to the Peach Blossom Forest. Thinking that she was also a smart person and the head of the Lan family, she naturally had some ability. A person's ability was not just martial arts. In all aspects, Lan Yi could be the head of the Lan family, so she was naturally very determined and had a deep mind. She was the head of the Lan family, and Ye Qingran, and Ye Tianyi valued it. It was not uncommon to get the news that the head of the Chu family returned to the Peach Blossom Forest. She smiled faintly, "How can there be no poems when there is a painting? It is better to write a poem to me by the head of the Lan family and give it to me. This general asked me to frame it."

"Although Lan Yi is still good at painting skills, when she comes to Prince Jing, she is still showing off her skills. It is better for the general to go back and ask Prince Jing to write a poem." Lan Yi said.

Yun Qianyue curled her lips and smiled, "It's good for him to write a poem, but it's a pity that he's not here!"

Lan Yi suddenly narrowed her eyes, "Civilian Jing is a military advisor in the army. Now that she is not in the barracks, wouldn't she leave her post without permission?"

"I didn't leave my post without leaving my post, don't I know?" Yun Qianyue didn't care. She suddenly reached out and took the pen that Lan Yi placed on the table, and drew a few strokes to her painting. The cold wind on the painting changed immediately, allowing the originally bright red peach blossoms to hide the sharpness and needle pricks, which were particularly delicate. The artistic conception of the painting was also changed because of her few strokes. It seemed that the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest had not seen many murderous intentions before, but paradise.

Lan Yi changed her style when she saw Yun Qianyue’s strokes. Now that her skills are more advanced than hers, her expression changed.

Yun Qianyue put down her pen, looked at the portrait that she had changed so that she could not see the traces of Lan Yi's painting skills, and smiled and said, "The Ten Miles of Peach Blossom Forest should be like this, right?"

Lan Yi was speechless for a moment.

"It seems that Deputy General Lan is seriously injured today, so it's better to take good care of it! He is full of murderous aura, which is not conducive to your injuries." Yun Qianyue looked at Lan Yi's changeable expression. She was seriously injured and her face was a little pale. Now she was even whiter. She smiled.

Lan Yi raised her head and looked at Yun Qianyue, "The General is so good at painting, I want to give you a painting, which is a joke. It makes the General laugh. The General also said, how can a good painting be without writing a poem? Why not just write another poem to me and let me frame it."

"Okay!" Yun Qianyue blinked her eyes, agreed happily, and shouted to the outside, "Ling Lian, come in!"

"Yes!" Ling Lian and Yi Xue were outside, and now warmly walked in.

"When you look at this painting, you think of any poem that suits it, just write a poem. If it is well written, Deputy General Lan will frame it and leave it to watch it." Yun Qianyue said.

Ling Lian looked at the painting on the table. She was born in the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest. Naturally, she could see at a glance that this was the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest. She was smart and naturally understood that Lan Yi knew that Prince Jing had gone to the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest and was openly fighting with the lady about this matter. She said in a humble and arrogant manner: "I remembered a poem, but my calligraphy was afraid of defiling this painting."

"Not hindrance! Just a poem lasts a long time." Yun Qianyue asked Lan Yi on the side, "Is it? Deputy General Lan?"

Lan Yi glanced at Ling Lian and nodded, "Not bad! Those who can follow the general's side are naturally not mediocre."

Ling Lian naturally no longer cared about it when she heard this. She went up to pick up her pen and wrote a poem in the blank space of the painting. Although she was talented and could write a poem by herself, once she met or saw the peach blossoms, she couldn't help but think of the "Peach Blossom Poem" written by Yun Qianyue that she cherishedly put away. So, this poem was naturally moved here by her.

Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Temple; Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms and sold wine for money.

When I wake up, I just sit in front of the flowers, and when I get drunk, I still sleep under the flowers; when I wake up and half drunk, I go day after day, and the flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that I will die of old age and not bow in front of the carriage and horse; those who have enough carriage and horses will be rich, and those who have poor wine and flowers will be poor.

If the rich and noble are compared to the poor, one is on the flat ground and the other is on the sky; if the poor and noble are compared to the chariots and horses, he will drive me to freely.

Others laugh at me for being so crazy, I laugh at me for not seeing through it; I don’t see the tombs of heroes from Wuling, and I can make fields without flowers or wine.

Ling Lian's calligraphy is naturally good. The seven elders of Hongge were all trained since childhood. Everyone has all-round talents. There is one aspect of the talent. Although Ling Lian's skills are not calligraphy, they are not bad. This poem was written on the paper in one go. Then she put down her pen, looked at Lan Yi, and quietly retreated behind Yun Qianyue.

Lan Yi's face changed again as she savored this poem.

Yun Qianyue thought that it was worth it to come here to see Lan Yi's face change when she didn't sleep this night, so she naturally read enough. Lan Yi's earlier painting told her that since Rong Jing had left Fenghuang Pass and went to the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest, since she knew that the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest was a murderous intent step by step. It was not so easy for him to come true and easily destroy the balance between the five and five families. It must be that the five major families, including Ye Qingran and Ye Tianyi, had to do their best to block Rong Jing. Even if Ling Mo was killed, he would not let him succeed. And she turned the murderous peach blossoms with a few strokes into a gentle state, like a warm wind blowing by, and all kinds of reds blooming quietly, telling her that she believed in Rong Jing. That person had a hand that turned the world and turned the clouds and rain, and even if the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest had murderous intent, it would not be difficult for him.

"It's indeed a good poem!" Lan Yi looked at it for a while, all the emotions on her face disappeared, and looked up at Ling Lian and said, "It's also a good calligraphy. She deserves to be a general. A maid has such ability."

Yun Qianyue smiled, knowing that she still has something to say, so she didn't say anything.

"If I guess correctly, this Ling Lian is the Ling Lian!" Lan Yi looked at Yun Qianyue, "The general also has people from the Ling family around him, why not? He just took the people around Gu Shaoqing. Does it mean that the general and Gu Shaoqing have some shameful friendship?" After saying that, she said with sharp eyes: "If someone knows that my general of the military and horses who went to the Nanliang to fight with Gu Shaoqing, I wonder what the soldiers who Tiansheng supported the General would be like? What should the people of Tiansheng think and say?"

Yun Qianyue smiled faintly, and did not deny Ling Lian's identity, nor did she deny her involvement with Gu Shaoqing. Since she knew that she was Mrs. Chu, some things could be understood privately without being put on the table in broad daylight, and her heart was bright. When she thought of this, she casually said: "General Lan and the current Emperor of Nanliang have an old relationship. It is difficult to say whether the old relationship will be difficult. This general and Gu Shaoqing have some personal relationships that are not as good as the personal relationships between Deputy General Lan and Emperor of Nanliang."

Lan Yi's face turned cold and she looked at Yun Qianyue with anger in her eyes. Today, she was scolded for being scolded by Nan Lingrui for giving up on her and her heart was filled with blood.

"If it's getting late today, Deputy General Lan is seriously injured, so he should have more rest. It's not suitable to stay up late. Let's take a break soon! This general is very hard to train in the middle of the night, so he went back to rest." Yun Qianyue yawned, threw a sentence, and turned around and left the door without looking at Lan Yi's ugly cold face.

Ling Lian and Yi Xue immediately followed her.

The three of them left the yard. Lan Yi suddenly reached out to destroy the painting, but at the moment when she was about to destroy it, she suddenly stopped again. She looked at her servant worriedly and said angrily: "Frame this painting and hang it in my room. I want to see if it is really like her turning the world around, which can make that person succeed in the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest."

"Yes!" The attendant quickly took the painting.

"So many people laughed at me for being so crazy, I laughed at me for not seeing through it." Lan Yi almost clenched her teeth, and she stood in front of the window with her sleeves. After a while, she suddenly ordered: "No need to frame it, pass the painting to the capital and give it to the new emperor."

"Yes!" The attendant responded immediately.

Lan Yi stood in front of the window and did not move. The yard became quiet because the three people left. It was already quiet late at night, but now it was as dark as the night, and there was a thick fog. The two crabapple flowers in her yard were chilly in the thick fog, particularly charming, like a layer of soft gauze, just like the peach blossoms in the painting. As she looked at it, as if the man was mocking her. Suddenly he vomited blood and reached out to cover his heart.

The accompanying servant was shocked when he heard the movement, rushed in and supported her, and privately called "Head of the Family".

Lan Yi closed her eyes, stood up for a while, suppressing the pain and blood that was piercing in her heart, and waved her hand to the eunuch expressionlessly, "Out of the lights, you go down!"

Yun Qianyue left Lan Yi's yard, looked back, curled her lips slightly, and turned around and walked towards the General's Mansion.

Ling Lian and Yi Xue followed her, thinking that Lan Yi and the lady were fighting each other, but they were defeated by the lady in a few strokes. Now they were probably so angry that they vomited blood. The two of them both remembered the poem written by the lady on a whim last year, and were put away by Ling Lian. Unexpectedly, they used it for Lan Yi to use it, and couldn't help but sigh.

The group of three returned to the General's Mansion. Yun Qianyue glanced at the dark main courtyard, but she still didn't want to step in. She looked at the crabapple flowers all over the yard and stood at the door without moving.

"Miss, don't you want to sleep?" Ling Lian asked in a low voice.

"Yes!" Yun Qianyue sighed.
Chapter completed!