---With the last stroke of outline, Su Gu Leng's brows did not show a loose color, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned---
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In the upper study room, inside the golden unicorn hundred-hole stove, silky threads of dragonberry incense floated over the room. The calm aroma was charming and gentle, exuding a sense of stability and peace.
At this time, Gonggong An's shrill voice was raised respectfully outside: "Your Majesty, Mr. Wen, the Minister of Rites, is waiting outside. Please stand up and declare."
The Langhao pen in his hand gently placed the white jade inkstone, Su Gu Leng picked up the gold dish in the corner of the book, gently lifted the lid of the dish with his hand under the bright yellow sleeve, took a few sips of the already cold tea, and his eyes wandered to the painting on the left side of the book.
The man in the blue shirt lazily said: "Xuan." With just this word, the majesty of the emperor was revealed in his magnetic voice.
Wen Shang, the Minister of Etiquette, who was dressed in official uniform, rolled up his sleeves and knelt on the green wall bricks: "I pay my respects to my emperor, and wish my emperor long live, long live, long live!"
"Let's start kowtow!" Su Gu Leng raised his eyes lightly, his peach lips slightly raised into a smile, and the ink mole between his eyebrows was majestic and eye-catching.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Mr. Wen thanked him with a reserved expression. He was obviously shocked by the Emperor's sudden appearance. After a moment of delay, he bowed his hands and asked, "Uh... I wonder why the Emperor showed his appearance to me?"
"Wen Aiqing doesn't need to feel restrained. I just want to ask you how many vacancies are left in the 'Tea Dou' application." Su Gu Leng lazily spoke, without raising his ink eyes, he picked up the wolf hair and lightly touched it with sky blue ink, and continued.
He leans over to add color to the characters in the painting, his expression is tired and comfortable, but the majesty of the king is still not lost in the palace.
"Reporting to the Emperor, there are four people left in the quota, and three more people have applied today!" Mr. Wen looked confused. Didn't the Emperor ask himself this question in the court today? Why do he have to ask again.
"Well, very good!" The smile on Su Gu Leng's lips gradually deepened, and he nodded frequently. After the coloring, the characters appeared vividly. The coldness in the emperor's eyes was slightly reduced, and an unpredictable light flashed.
Appearing like the warmth of the setting sun.
Mr. Wen was puzzled by the emperor's sudden word "very good" and did not dare to ask questions. He could only listen to the rest of the story anxiously.
Suddenly, the emperor's evil eyes slightly raised, which made Mr. Wen's whole body tremble, as if he was on pins and needles. He did not dare to look directly at the emperor's eyes that were difficult to shake, and he was choked with chills.
"Can you please reserve a spot for Wen Qing's family? I would like to recommend someone." Su Gu smiled coldly, the crescent moon curved unpredictably.
"I obey the order." Mr. Wen was stunned when he heard the words and immediately accepted the order.
Qing Keyin went up to the study and the silence returned. It was so quiet that one could only hear Mr. Wen's rapid and nervous vomiting, and the sound of Su Gu Leng writing and painting.
The dragon's incense from the golden unicorn hundred-hole furnace overflows, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.
Half an hour later, Mr. Wen was sweating profusely. He wondered if the emperor still had anything to do with him, and his feet were shaking as he stood.
However, he didn't dare to ask or retreat. He could only stand there stiffly, his heart like a monk fetching water. The water in the wooden buckets in front and behind was really pouring out, and his heart was racing.
Outside the study room, Mr. An, who was dressed in eunuch uniform, couldn't help laughing at Mr. Wen's stiff and stiff behavior at this time. He didn't dare to say anything and just waited outside.
Banzai Ye's temperament is always in a state of selflessness when painting, and he will only be aware of everything around him when the painting in his hands is completed.
Eunuch An raised his eyebrows and saw two paintings on the back of the book. Long Live Master wrote carefully and carefully, and when he finished the paintings, his lips raised a thin smile and his eyebrows were peaceful. It seems that these two paintings will take a little more than an hour to complete.
out.
Thinking of this, Mr. An couldn't hold back his laughter again. Then it would only be a pain for Mr. Wen.
As the setting sun slants down, the various purples and reds of the imperial garden compete for beauty under the slanting light of the setting sun. At this time, the palace is like a fairyland.
The setting sun sets in the west and shines through the smooth jade-like green bricks on the floor of the upper study, making the bright yellow upper study even more like a layer of dazzling golden light, which cannot be desecrated.
With the last stroke of the stroke, Su Gu Leng's brows did not show a loose color, but were slightly frowned.
When he raised his eyes, he saw Master Wen still standing there. He raised his lips and raised his hand to signal the ministers to retreat.
Poor Mr. Wen was now like a stone sculpture. With the emperor's wave of sleeves, he felt like he was reborn, and he quickly bowed and stepped back.
After the ministers left, Su Gu Leng stretched out his slender fingers under his bright yellow sleeves and caressed the elegant and handsome face of the man in blue shirt in the painting.
His dark eyes narrowed coldly. For the first time, he felt that painting people could be so laborious.
Especially because of the slender and proud look between the eyebrows of the people in these two paintings, it was even more difficult for him to start writing. This painting made him exhausted.
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Wanzi takes it upon himself to take the blame. The emperor is so difficult to portray. Wanzi thought about this chapter for nearly an hour, wrote it for nearly an hour and a half, and revised it for nearly half an hour. It was full of blood and tears~~~~~ (working overtime at night)