Ling He angrily collected the paper on the table and threw it aside, so you can just draw a picture with this piece of paper, and then I will see what you can draw.
"Well, no, no need to trouble His Highness the Crown Prince." Mo Yan was startled. Before he could recover from the slight embarrassment just now, he was frightened by the Crown Prince. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment, but this
This look made Mo Yan look more like a little daughter.
"It doesn't matter." The prince didn't give Mo Yan a chance to refuse. He mixed the paints and arranged the painting table for Mo Yan very kindly. The prince usually didn't do these things when he was painting, but this was the first time he did it.
These are all, but the movements are still very skillful. After all, Li Haotian is also a master of painting.
Li Haotian smiled with satisfaction. Well, he was very happy that his first time was given to Mo Yan... (I felt awkward when I wrote this, but it was really Li Haotian's first time... Chapter
Once I mixed paints and arranged the painting table for someone...
Faced with the prince's strength, Mo Ze sat down depressedly, while Mo Yan also recovered from the embarrassment just now and returned to her breezy and bright-moon look, as if the confusion and cuteness just now were just an accident.
, when Li Haotian took care of everything for Mo Yan, Mo Yan thanked him lightly and stood in front of the painting table. He raised his pen and started writing without hesitation, neatly and without any hesitation...
At this time, the prince did not return to his seat, but let the male creatures present admire him. He stood aside and watched Mo Yan swipe his ink...
Everyone knows that serious women are the most beautiful. At this moment, Prince Li Haotian fully agreed with this statement. Mo Yan, who was writing seriously, devoted himself wholeheartedly to the white paper, and Prince Li Haotian also devoted himself wholeheartedly to it.
On the woman doing the painting.
From a distance, Mo Yan only felt that she was an unattainable goddess, especially the gem between her eyebrows which made her a little more noble and holy. But when she looked closer, she realized that Mo Yan was an extremely beautiful woman who was within reach.
, not some unattainable fairy...
And when my dear Prince, His Highness, was in close contact with the beauty, someone was so sour that he could soak sour beans... Li Moyuan looked at the Prince, with sparks in his eyes. If the Emperor hadn't been there, he would have walked away immediately.
Pull the prince away.
If the prince doesn't get married, the prince can pick up other people's fiancées. Really... "Green Xiao Shuo Network" is also his business, Li Moyuan and "Madam", it has nothing to do with the prince.
Li Moyuan was angry in his heart, but looking at the picture of Mo Yan's single-minded focus, he was not affected at all and for some reason he became less angry, because Mo Yan didn't see the prince?
Seeing Mo Yan concentrating on the painting, everyone also shifted their gaze from looking at Mo Yan to looking at Mo Yan's painting. What was that painting?
The icebergs and snow are majestic... It is a winter scene in the north in the celestial calendar. Logically speaking, Mo Yan should have never seen it, but the painting is so lifelike...
The icebergs, snow, and icy jade trees are all extremely beautiful. This painting is definitely a masterpiece. Looking at it faintly, it seems that the snow will collapse if you step on it, and the ice will break if you touch it. But just when the prince thought that this was already
When he reached his peak, Mo Yan put down the brush in his hand, took out the brush next to him, and started swiping it on the paper...
Women generally use regular script, Yan script, Liu script, etc., but at this time Mo Yan directly wrote on the painting in running script.
The scenery of the North is covered in ice and snow.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing left but vastness.
The river suddenly stopped flowing as it went up and down.
The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the original wax figure wants to compete with God.
On a clear day, it is particularly charming to see the red dress and plain clothes.
There are so many beauties in the country that it attracts countless heroes to bow their waists.
I regret that Emperor Qin and Han Wu were slightly inferior in literary talent.
The ancestors of the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty were slightly less charming.
The genius of the generation, Genghis Khan, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot at giant eagles.
It's all gone, let's count the famous people, but let's look at the present.
The prince's words successfully aroused everyone's curiosity, but Ling He, who had been concentrating on painting, suddenly flashed his eyes. His hand shook again, and this time a drop of black ink fell directly on the place where the bird's body was painted.
A good painting was ruined like this, and it seemed that Mo Yan had already finished it, so it seemed impossible for her to paint it again.
Gritting his teeth, he could only try his best to save it. At the same time, he thought bitterly that Mo Yan must not be good at painting, so the prince deliberately spoke out to disrupt her performance. He continued painting with his head buried in it, eliminating all outside words, but the more he
Thinking like this, Linghe became more and more unable to calm down, and the brush in her hand trembled. The picture she painted of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix...
The ink on Mo Yan's painting was not yet dry, but the prince picked it up very kindly, with a look of satisfaction, as if he could see this painting in this life and this poem would not be in vain.
"Good paintings, good poems, Miss Mo Yan is so talented." The prince didn't mind at all what he said as a book boy, and as he spoke, he carefully came to the emperor with the painting.
"Father, look at this, this is a great place in my celestial calendar." The prince presented Mo Yan's painting like a treasure, and at the same time he did not forget to say a few good words for Mo Yan.
Snow capped, icebergs and jade trees, but there is another kind of pure ice crystal on the white painting paper. The emperor was attracted by this painting in an instant. The mountains and rivers of the celestial calendar are so picturesque...
"Okay, okay, okay." The emperor said three good words in a row. You can imagine how much he liked Mo Yan's painting. The emperor's comments made everyone even more curious. Even the Mo family became curious.
In particular, Mo Ze looked at the prince with a bit of resentment. Originally, he was going to cook for Mo Yan, so he could see Mo Yan's paintings immediately. Now that it's fine... he can only hang his curiosity there...
…
The emperor's words completely destroyed the self-confidence of the woman named Ling He. After throwing away the brush, she couldn't continue painting...
"Father, Emperor Mother, you are reading the poem written by Mo Yan. It is perfect to match this painting." The prince deleted the word "Miss" very familiarly and called Mo Yan directly, and was immersed in the words.
The emperor and queen in the painting didn't care, but the nine princes and the princes of the North and South Courts on the side were angry. Why did the prince declare sovereignty?
However, since he was the prince and the emperor didn't say anything, of course they couldn't say anything. They could only wait until the emperor finished reading it before they came to appreciate Mo Yan's paintings.
Li Mobei looked at Mo Yan with some confusion. At this moment, many confusions flashed in his eyes. How could a woman who had just woken up have such talent? And she stood there calmly and calmly.
, why does he feel familiar? Especially the way she plays the piano and the fluttering white clothes, he always feels that he has seen it somewhere before, but he can't remember it for a while...
"Okay, that's all. Let's look at the current situation." The emperor suddenly praised loudly, with excitement on his face, and stood up from the throne. The emperor's words also made Li Mo fall into thinking.
Bei pulls back to reality.
All gone, counting the famous people, but still looking at the present... Boom, Li Mobei's eyes suddenly looked straight at Mo Yan, still looking at the present, still looking at the present, Mo Yan, you are the confidant I am looking for in this life.
? You understand me, you actually understand my thoughts.
Looking at the calm Mo Yan, Li Mobei realized at this moment that he was really attracted to the woman in front of him. It had nothing to do with her beauty or her gender, just because of this sentence: Let's go, count the romantic figures,
Let’s look at today…
"Father, you cannot be the only one to enjoy such a masterpiece. It is also a feast for our eyes." The ninth prince Li Haonan felt an itch in his heart when he heard what the emperor said. Mo Yan's performance today was so subversive that day.
The image that the Mo family saw made him very curious about what a masterpiece that would be praised by both the father and the prince would be like.
"Hahaha, such a masterpiece should be seen by everyone. I have such a good daughter in Tianli who can draw the mountains and rivers of Tianli so realistically."
The emperor waved his hand, and the eunuch immediately stepped forward and carefully picked up Mo Yan's painting. Then, after stopping in front of Li Mobei, Li Monan, Li Haotian and others, he stood the painting in the middle so that people on both sides could see it.
Of course, only a few people in the front row can see this, and those in the back row are not eligible.
Good paintings, good poems...
There were endless compliments, but these compliments made the faces of the five ladies change. After reading Mo Yan's words, the woman named Ling He knew that even if she tried her best to paint well, she would not be able to compare to Mo Yan's.
The skill of painting depends on the framing...
The eyes of Yi Zifeng, the son of the eldest princess who just spoke for Mo Yan, shone even brighter. Such a beautiful person with such talent and beauty is really heartwarming.
"Mo Yan, how did you come up with the idea of painting this northern scenery? You've never been there, have you?" While everyone was admiring the paintings, the emperor began to ask. No one would doubt that the emperor was just asking casually, and the emperor's words were clear.
has other meanings.
Fortunately, Mo Yan was well prepared. When he heard the emperor's words, he seemed not to understand the profound meaning of the emperor's words, and replied calmly: "In response to the emperor's words, Mo Yan painted this just to commemorate his father.
His victory, his brilliance, his fall in the icy north..."
There was a trace of sadness in her voice, but what Mo Yan said was thinking of herself, because her heart was like the iceberg and snow, forever frozen, and her heart was so cold that she had no warmth, so she just wrote it when she wrote it.
This snowy day is icy.
The emperor's heart ached slightly when he heard this. Fifteen years have passed and everyone has forgotten the life-and-death battle between Tianli and Tianyao. If it weren't for Zi Yan, then Tianyao would be gone. The emperor couldn't help but feel excited when he thought about it.
