Mu Liang looked at the man smiling indifferently at her in the scroll. A ray of sunshine fell on the tip of his nose, so transparent and dazzling. His smile was peaceful and quiet. His eyes looking at her seemed to be able to speak, with a sense of letting go.
Her breath that throbbed both physically and mentally
This feeling is like before
But I regret it
What Mu Liang wants is a warm smile. It sounds simple, but it is not easy to put it on the drawing paper. As we all know, the simplest things are often the most difficult to describe. But Lang Yanli relied on the expression in Mu Liang's eyes just now.
That touch of emotion captured the feeling she wanted in her heart. The initial smile was warm and simple, without any complex contradictions. It was just the initial impression of that man in her mind.
Mu Liang looked at the man on the scroll, his pupils gradually turned red.
"This feeling can be recalled, but it's just that it has passed... Those who can't get over it must face and let go, and those who can't let go must move forward."
After finishing speaking, she slowly turned around, threw the almost perfect scroll into the basin, lit the fire, and burned it to ashes.
As the flames jumped, she slowly lowered her head. There was sourness in her eyes, which seemed to have blocked her nose. The sourness and discomfort were struggling and jumping in her eyes, just like the picture of a tangled and dying struggle at the moment. No matter how hard she tried, it was still difficult.
Get rid of the fate of being burned
Mu Liang's eyes were also swollen with soreness, and her stubborn expression turned into a trace of light at this moment. The dusty heart trembled slightly, lifting the top layer of dust. She quietly looked at the red flames, her cheeks being baked.
It's so hot, but my eyes feel cold.
She blinked her eyes and clearly felt a drop of crystal falling, and it landed in the white jade cup she was holding in her hand with a clatter.
She tasted the feeling of crying, but it was just that! Just that... Why didn't it hurt? There was only unspeakable melancholy stuck in her chest?
Mu Liang handed the white jade cup containing his tears to Feibao outside the door and said coldly,
"This is the medicine guide!" After saying that, she turned around and closed the door. When she closed the door, the wind blew up and blew the burned to ashes picture scroll out of the basin. The ashes were flying in the air, and Mu Liang's heart suddenly felt
Horribly empty!
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Lang Yanli. The cold air that burst out of her eyes shocked Lang Yanli.
"You are helping me draw a picture!" Mu Liang suddenly spoke, and Lang Yanli unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth and said softly,
"Girl, just say whatever you want to draw! Anyway, the King of Liao has already paid the money."
"Okay, can I draw anything?" Mu Liang suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his eyes shone brightly. Lang Yanli suddenly felt like he was being calculated, but he didn't dare to raise objections, so he nodded obediently.
"Then you draw a picture like this for me..."
Mu Liang told Lang Yanli his request. Lang Yanli's eyes widened and he looked at Mu Liang dumbfounded! Only two words flashed through his mind, seek death!!
She actually asked him to draw that... If the King of Liao found out, would he still be able to escape alive? Seeing the fear on Lang Yanli's face, Mu Liang unconsciously sneered,
"Why? I collected the cash so happily and said it so nicely. Now I want you to draw. You are so timid. I think you are like those pedantic old men. You only know how to draw by the rules without seeking innovation or innovation.
Understand the soul of painting!"
Mu Liang made some sarcastic remarks, which made Lang Yanli feel very unhappy. He frowned and looked at Mu Liang and said in a deep voice,
"Girl, although I am young, I have been studying painting for all these years and have always adhered to one thing, that is, to draw the soul of the painting, which is the basic ethics of a painter! How can the girl say that to me?"
"But now I see that you only know how to flatter, and you don't dare to do anything else. You don't even take money and don't paint. What are you but a liar who is just messing around?" Mu Liang deliberately angered Lang Yanli. Lang Yanli was a simple person.
At a young age, with the sensitivity and dissatisfaction of a painter, Mu Liang was so excited that Lang Yanli immediately rolled out a new scroll and put pen to paper. According to Mu Liang's request, he finished it in one go.
A brand new picture appeared in front of Mu Liang again
By the time Lang Yanli left the room, it was already evening
Mu Liang looked at the third scroll with dried ink on the table. He raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, then picked up the signal lock on the table and the contract that Fei Bao had just sent, and left You briskly.
Home Medicine House!
Tuo Bo Kun should be practicing martial arts now, and he will definitely not stop her from leaving, and it is also useful for her to take the scroll, which will make Tuo Bo Kun dumbfounded later!
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An hour after Mu Liang left, Tuobo Kun walked out of the medicinal bath. His whole body was steaming. The temperature in the pool had exceeded what ordinary people could bear, but he insisted on soaking in it for three hours.
When Fei Bao saw him coming out, he hurriedly handed him the clean clothes and whispered beside him,
"Wang, the Fourth Miss left an hour ago. When she left, she took away the two things you asked your subordinates to give her. The Fourth Miss also drew a painting and took it with her."
After Fei Bao finished speaking, he saw that Tuobo Kun's expression changed slightly. How could Fei Bao forget that when the master knew that the Fourth Miss was really crying, the expression on the master's face was simply terrifying and terrifying, as if he was invisible.
Among them, there is a terrible opponent who snatches away Wang's fourth lady. Normally, it is just a drop of tears, but to Wang, it is more important than the fourth lady's heart.
Tuobo Kun's body was frozen in place, and all his movements were frozen in place. Seeing this, Feibao hurriedly said,
"Wang, Lang Yanli hasn't left yet."
"Xuan!" A cold word, as if it broke his teeth. Feibao hurriedly went out and asked Lang Yanli to come in. When Lang Yanli came in, Tuobo Kun was already dressed neatly, and his complexion looked better, but his eyes
But it is comparable to an ice cave made over thousands of years, which makes people dare not look into it.
Lang Yanli knelt on the ground and spoke loudly, "Greetings to the King of Liao! The King of Liao is a thousand years old..."
"I don't ask you what she wants you to draw. You only need to tell me that she shed tears...but for a man?" Tuobo Kun said coldly, his body involuntarily tensed, and he placed it on his knees.
He clenched his hands into fists, straightened his back, and was covered in frost, ready to explode.