Moved by his thoughts, Ding Yiruo realized something. He stood up straight, his fingers skillfully turned the wolf hair, and the hair on the tip of the pen floated, absorbing the moisture in the air, the vitality gathered in, and the moisture condensed into a drop. At this time, there was silence on the side.
Standing quietly, Long Er promptly handed over the imperial ink. Ding Yi flicked his fingertips like hooks, and the bead-like vitality rotated and stretched. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a miniature tornado, with the eye of the wind just facing the ink, leisurely sucking in the ink.
It rises like a crane's saliva and soaks into the water droplets between the hairs.
The two blended together, instantly forming a cloud-like mist of ink that never dispersed. Ding Yi's brush was swung continuously as if by divine help. Wherever the pen tip passed, graceful and graceful light-colored arcs were revealed, like bamboo branches one after another.
The roots and bones of the painting are floating lifelike, and the brush strokes are turned again, and the ink is like a virgin cotton film that lightly melts into the bamboo branches. The interlocking bamboo eyes are like the proud snow-cold grass that first sees the sunshine after the winter snow melts.
Turning the pen tip again, the unworldly bamboo leaves seemed to be alive along the bamboo branches, constantly extending outwards, and the bamboo branches also grew up section by section, getting smaller and smaller, until they stretched towards the towering
Yunxiao.
Suddenly, Ding Yi turned his wrist and came up with a magical stroke. The pen swayed and trembled, and the overlapping hexagram light rushed into the painting. The swirling hexagram energy seemed to be the life blood of the painting after it melted into the painting.
The whole painting suddenly became more alive by a thousand percent. The bamboos were swaying as if being blown by the wind. If you look closely, they are still in the painting.
At this time, Luo Xin, who had been standing by the side, holding her cheeks, silently watching Ding Yihuazhu in ecstasy, had the mood of a young girl in Huaichun floating on her face, her little cherry mouth was slightly pouted, and her lips were dripping with fragrance.
The silk threads fluttered softly in the wind, and the emerald green pleated skirt she wore loomed over her slender legs. When she saw the wolf hair brush in Ding Yi's hand sweep to the end of the canvas, her beautiful eyebrows turned sharply, and her expression floated.
A shallow but charming smile.
She couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "Xiao Shitou, if this bamboo painting is placed in Cangyun Kingdom, it will cost at least a thousand taels of silver. If you add in the signature of Tianji, it will probably reach a thousand taels of gold. You
My painting skills are really getting better and better, but I don’t understand why you like painting bamboos?” Over the past few days, Luo Xin always saw Ding Yi sitting on a boat-shaped stone looking at bamboos, thinking about bamboos, painting bamboos, and understanding bamboos.
, that kind of trance form makes people daydream when looking at it.
"Bamboo is the natural high bank, the refinement of all things, and the admiration of everyone. It can always be beautiful all year round, and it can also rise steadily. The hexagram images of the hexagrams remain unchanged, and the hexagrams have thousands of meanings. Painting bamboo
Understanding bamboo is actually thinking about hexagrams and understanding hexagrams." Ding Yi couldn't help but sigh. Then, when his eyes scanned the painting, he shook his head secretly and sighed, tied up the painting with his hands, and put it into the corner of the gray stone where there were already a lot of paintings.
Use a fire stick to light it and burn it to ashes.
"Little Shitou, why did you burn the painting again?" After seeing this, Luo Xin felt extremely painful as if she had cut her own flesh, but she could not stop it. For many days, she could only look at this scene every time.
Bamboo paintings that were considered the finest in the world were reduced to nothing.
However, Ding Yi stood up in a leisurely manner, dusted off the ashes floating on his robe, and said with a calm and indifferent smile: "Luo Xin, painting is about artistic conception. If you retain it, your thoughts will stop in the past and want to go on."
If you want to move forward, you must break and then build up, and don’t give yourself too many escape routes.”
Ding Yi frowned and saw some dust on Luo Xin's brow, so he stretched out his hand to wipe it away for Luo Xin and said: "Luo Xin, look, you have dust again." Ding Yi looked at it very seriously and moved very gently.
, when some dust stuck to it and couldn't be brushed off, he would blow it with his mouth. Luo Xin looked at this expression and felt extremely intoxicated.
After spending many days together in Dugu Villa, the relationship between Ding Yi and Luo Xin has undergone a qualitative change. The vague friendship between childhood sweethearts in the past has gradually turned into a mutual love. Ding Yi brushed his side and asked: "Luo Xin, are you here today?"
Have all the people who asked about divination been beaten away?"
"Little Shitou, there are princes and nobles coming to ask you for divination every day, but you only give three of them the opportunity to ask for divination every day. Why don't you ask more?" Luo Xin looked at Ding Yiyi with a puzzled expression.
Ding Yi pulled Luo Xin towards the river and said with a faint smile: "Luo Xin, if it weren't for you insisting on asking me to divination for princes and nobles like them, I wouldn't be able to predict three divination in a year, let alone three in a day."
I think I will divine for them."
In order to gain more power for herself, Luo Xin relied on her extraordinary relationship with Ding Yi and borrowed the name of Ding Yi's secrets to accept divination appointments from many princes and nobles, and established extensive personal connections.
Build her own power network, but she didn't say the reason.
"Little Shitou, I know you do it for my own good. But you also know that although I am the princess, I am only the adopted daughter of King Xiaoyao after all. If I can't do more for my father to make friends with these princes and nobles, I will do more for my father.
If something happens, I will lose less and less status in my father's mind, and my life will be very difficult in the future." Luo Xin casually stated the reasons that he had organized several times.
Ding Yi casually dipped some water and wiped away the remaining ashes for Luo Xin. Looking at her eyes as clear as stars, his heart suddenly swayed, and he said with a faint smile: "Luo Xin, I know all this. You are a filial piety."
My daughter was not filial to Uncle Luo and the others before, but now she wants to be more filial to her adoptive father. Don't worry, as long as it's your business, I will definitely help you."
When the arrogant Ding Yi saw Luo Xin's tenderness, his heart was completely melted, and he became a crazy man who could give something to a woman when he was in love.
Luo Xin chuckled, and her long eyelashes blinked from time to time as her eyes moved. Every time she blinked, she would release a soul-stirring electric light. Her face was as pure as water hibiscus, like lotus root silk.
His slender fingers gently touched Ding Yi's wrist, and feelings as soft as water suddenly came over him.
Their eyes met, the blazing love deep in their pupils continued to heat up, Luo Xin lowered her head shyly, and the budding girl's spring appeared between her eyebrows, and the flowing sea of water falling from her forehead was covered in a subtle way.
With her crimson cheeks, the little deer in her heart was jostling around, causing her proud breasts to undulate and tremble continuously. Ru Lan's rapid breath continued to intensify, and Sai Shuangxue's neck twisted unnaturally, dragging Guangrun.
The delicate, dripping cherry mouth traces a soul-stirring arc. The mouth is half open and half closed, with an expression of following the king's wishes, and the seductive charm is like a fairy in a painting.
Ding Yi is a hot-blooded man. Faced with Luo Xin's alluring attitude, he can't bear it. He holds Luo Xin's cheeks with both hands like clear and translucent spring water, and slowly moves his head forward, gently
Their lips moved softly, their bodies shook at the same time, and a feeling they had never felt before suddenly arose.
The lips that were about to separate hungrily joined together again, biting and sucking. Luo Xin's fragrant and tender tongue passed through Ding Yi's lips, stretched out to the base of his tongue, and rolled it slightly clumsily.
The provocative Ding Yi's firepower increased again, and his lower body expanded wildly and uncontrollably. The long-term practice has made the strength, hardness, hardness, and length of this part reach an extremely strong level. If you listen carefully, you can
I heard a giant pillar holding up the sky beating vigorously up and down, trying to break through the constraints of my pants.
Ding Yi was touched by Luo Xin's delicate tongue, which triggered a surge of firepower in his lower body. Unprecedented and not necessarily unprecedented stimulation kept attacking his brain like huge waves, and the reaction became more intense. Ding Yi's tongue also entered.
into Luo Xin's mouth, pressing Luo Xin's delicate tongue movements, gently and slightly tenaciously stirring the base of Luo Xin's tongue, the tip of the tongue was still rolling back the girl's wonderful fluid, as the movements in the mouth intensified,
The hand movements also responded.
After Long Er saw it from the side, he hurriedly moved towards the road leading here, paying attention to the movement around him. Ding Yi slid his hands over Luo Xin's perfect shoulders, gently pulled his long neck, and slowly penetrated into the back.
From the collar to the vest, my fingers silently pressed hard, just right.
Every time Ding Yi pressed it, Luo Xin would feel a strange electric shock on her back, and her body would lean forward involuntarily, and her proud breasts would press against Ding's two grapes that were slowly hardening.
Ding Yi's chest. Ding Yi's unique softness stimulated her little by little, and Luo Xin also responded more enthusiastically. Her breathing had reached the extreme, her face could not be redder, and her hands were driven by instinct to
The girl's unique soft power penetrated into Ding Yi's body through the broken skin.
Both Ding Yi and Luo Xin's hands invaded each other's deeper areas from their collars. Ding Yi's hands slid across the back, turned sharply along the ribs, and in an instant wrapped around the edge of the towering twin peaks, as soft as cotton.
The feeling penetrated the nerves directly between the fingers. The five fingers climbed up impatiently. Following the outline of the double peaks that slowly went up and in, they reached the firm grapes. They pinched gently with their fingertips. Luo Xin couldn't help but hum.
There was a sound, but because his mouth was still kissing Ding Yi's lips, the sound was muffled and did not spread out.
Luo Xin's voice was suspected to be the catalyst, which made Ding Yi think about further pursuit. He put both hands on the grape tips and squeezed them gently, which caused Luo Xin to respond more eagerly. Their bodies became closer and closer, and the two of them
Involuntarily, he fell towards the grass-covered surface. Ding Yi's fingers circled around the grapes, and then fell into the gully squeezed by the twin peaks that even a cicada's wings could hardly stretch into. His fingers suddenly seemed to be stuck in a mud wrapped in cotton.
Even if you move it slightly, you can feel the soft and numb skin.
Ding Yi's hands circled back from the ravine, his five fingers spread out as wide as possible, and then quickly retracted, pinching the huge peak plate, and involuntarily climbed up again, the five fingers turned into claws, covering the double peaks
, the palm of his hand was pressed against the firm grape. Ding Yi tried to expand his five fingers to a wider range and completely retract the two peaks, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only hold half of them.
Ding Yi moved like this, constantly feeling Luo Xin's delicate hums, feeling her passionate rhythm, and her body temperature that continued to rise. The rhythm of the two became more and more perfect, and their clumsy tongues became as powerful as snakes.
The clever scrolling with rich melody stimulates the other party's sensitive points from time to time.