Let’s start with the eyes, a pair of almond-shaped eyes with long eyelashes.
The female corpse at the bottom of the lake is partly of Hu origin, and her skeleton and face will be slightly different from that of a Han girl.
The next step is to draw lines and blend colors.
Gu Qing had been in the palace for a few days, and he was already familiar with the makeup in the palace.
He was accustomed to using the blue drawing technique, and he moved the pen decisively and quickly, switching between centers with ease. After a while, Gu Qing put away his pen, put his hands behind his hands and looked at the ruler of the country.
The waiter quickly presented the painting.
"This painting..." The king's face showed surprise.
Others came over to watch.
But I saw that what was depicted in the painting was not just a female appearance.
——The night was fading, the lake was turbulent, and a woman fell into the bottom of the lake. Her eyes were full of sadness, and the swaying lotus shadow was reflected. Wu was wearing a belt in the wind, as if the painting came alive.
The Minister of Dali Temple was amazed. Painting the bones was already extraordinary. How could he know the deceased's state of mind at that time?
Pretending to be mysterious!
Gu Qing walked up to the king and said respectfully: "This girl came to the middle of the lake in a boat and was pushed into the water. She was killed by an acquaintance."
The king thought about it and found that it made some sense.
"It's just the woman in the painting, who knows?" The king handed the painting to Dali Temple.
I got the painting from Dali Temple and was about to go down to check it out. At this time, a eunuch rushed over unexpectedly.
Just now, Eunuch Fang took a look at it from a distance and thought it looked familiar.
At this moment, he recognized the woman in the painting as his sister who went to the palace with him. Last year, his sister told him that someone wanted to marry her, but later there was no news.
Eunuch Fang was working as an errand before the king and once inquired about her whereabouts. Now that his sister is dead at the bottom of the lake, how can he not feel heartbroken?
He hugged the painting, covered his face and cried.
"Who is..."
"Who harmed you..."
He was devastated, and suddenly he seemed to have figured out something.
Looking towards the main hall, deep hatred emerged. Eunuch Fang clenched his fists and rushed to a guard.
He suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the guard's sword.
Eunuch Fang was incredibly fast, and the other guards finally realized what he was doing, ran forward, and worked together to hold him down.
But Eunuch Fang gritted his teeth and with all his strength, he pierced the guard's heart with a straight knife.
"You lied to her!" Eunuch Fang roared.
The guard deceived her feelings and also deceived Eunuch Fang's trust. A poor person like them from a small place will be despised in the end.
"Quick escort——"
There was chaos in the palace, and Eunuch Fang was killed on the spot because he committed an attack on the emperor. The rest of the people protected the king and escaped from the lake center palace.
In the end, only Ming Juezi and Gu Qing were left.
Mingjuezi picked up the painting that fell on the ground and returned it to Gu Qing: "Painter Gu is very talented, but it's a pity that he used it in the wrong place."
Gu Qing was puzzled: "It is my duty to share the worries of the king, so why should I do anything wrong?"
Gu Qing looked at him, the fence covering her face so that Gu Qing could not see through the Taoist priest in front of her.
Ming Juezi turned around and walked towards the door.
"Painter Gu repays his kindness, and there is indeed nothing wrong with it." Ming Juezi folded his hands and stepped out of the palace door unsteadily. A gust of cold wind blew, and his voice seemed ethereal.
He stepped down the steps, opened the mouth of the gourd, poured a sip of wine, and winced at the coldness.
"Jinling is beautiful, but it has become a little deserted recently. Hey, at this time of year, it is best to boil a pot of hot wine. I don't know if there is a curfew in the restaurants outside the palace..."
The king was frightened tonight and rested when he returned home.
Gifts sent by envoys from various countries are warehoused by the Ministry of Household Affairs and put into the national treasury.
When the night got darker, the soldiers sealed off the treasury and went back to their rooms to rest.
At the corner, the puppet Ah Feng suddenly moved.
She stood firmly on the wall, opened her eyelids, and looked around with a pair of black eyes to make sure there was no one nearby, then she walked up the wooden stairs to the top floor.
The objects stored on the top floor are rare treasures that have been stored since the founding of the People's Republic of China.
After the birthday banquet, Liu Ruyan disguised herself as Princess Afeng, exchanged with the puppet, and successfully entered the treasury.
Shen Yanchu waited for an opportunity to sneak into the palace of the king.
The two of them split up to look for the Xuan Kun Seal.
She searched the treasury carefully, but finally returned without success. The Xuankun Seal was neither in the treasury nor in the palace.
Where is it hidden?
As an artist, Liu Ruyan didn't spend much time in the palace, and there were only a handful of places she could go.
She lay in bed all night, thinking over and over again, but still had no clue.
Maybe I didn't sleep well at night, and when I woke up in the morning, I was still a little tired.
She went to the courtyard to fetch water to wash herself, but there was movement outside.
When Liu Ruyan turned around, she saw Wan Jinqiu walking slowly and slowly, holding a quilt in her hand.
Wan Jinqiu laughed softly and said, "Girls have come all the way, so I'm afraid they are not used to the cold winter here. This quilt is stuffed with duck feathers, so you can sleep more peacefully at night."
Liu Ruyan smiled and thanked: "Wan Zhangyi is thoughtful."
Wan Jinqiu nodded briefly and walked into the house.
The two of them entered the house one after another. Wan Jinqiu turned his back to her and laid out the quilt for her.
"I heard that a kind of crop is grown in Dali. It is white in color and soft in texture. It can be used by everyone, rich or poor. The locals weave it into quilts to keep out the cold, and the cover is very warm." Wan Jinqiu said with a smile.
Liu Ruyan didn't know this kind of textile crop. She looked at it indifferently and asked after a while: "Miss Wan really doesn't know me?"
Wan Jinqiu paused with his hands, turned around, stared at her, confusion in his eyes: "Have we met before?"
At that time, Liu Ruyan took off her disguise in front of her. Wan Jinqiu saw it with her own eyes, so she should have recognized it.
Since Miss Wan refuses to recognize each other...
She apologized: "Maybe I admit my mistake."
Miss Wan stood up and said slowly: "If you need me, miss, you can go to the front hall to find me. I won't disturb my rest for now."
"Thank you." Liu Ruyan sent her out of the courtyard.
After returning to her room, Liu Ruyan found paper and pen and drew a map of the palace city.
She painted so meticulously that it was almost noon before she knew it.
When Shen Yan first entered the room, he saw her sitting at the table, lost in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" He turned around and closed the door.
Liu Ruyan looked up from the paper and saw him closing the door, and the room suddenly became dark for a moment.
She wondered: "Why do you close the door in broad daylight?"
Shen Yanchu glanced to the side unnaturally, his eyes a little wandering: "It's windy outside."
As he spoke, he lit the candlestick and placed it near her.
Liu Ruyan buried her head, lowered her eyes and meditated. A small cluster of orange flames reflected on her temples, as if covered with a layer of honey color. Shen Yanchu watched quietly, and no one knew the tenderness overflowing in his eyes.
She used her hand as a pen to draw across the picture one by one: "I have already searched here, and there are only so many palaces left."
Shen Yanchu glanced at the picture and brushed it with his fingertips: "The Tingzheng Hall and the Thirty-Two Halls of the Harem can be eliminated. As for the remaining places that are tightly guarded, it is better to check them from the Library Pavilion first."
She suddenly realized: "Maybe there will be records in the book!"
Shen Yanchu smiled, and his eyes fell on the paper. The snow-white paper roll was lined with a pair of plain hands, with tender spring bamboo shoots on his fingers, slender and soft.
It was originally flawless, but a touch of dark red made it look particularly eye-catching.
"Why are you frostbitten?" He held it up and realized that her hands were as cold as iron.