We don't know that there is such a thing as choosing a master to paint, and every year the painters are seated in the order from the leader to the bottom, and it is never decided by lottery.I saw Aunt Yue Slow coming in with a bamboo stick, and Aunt Ran Yun's expression was tense: "The young and the old are orderly, Ling Qingwan is the oldest among the seven of you, and Han Zining is the youngest, no matter which painter is drawn, you can't fight or complain." ”As soon as Aunt Ran Yun's words fell, Han Zining looked depressed, pulled my sleeve and sighed: "I'm afraid I won't have a chance to draw Duanmu Gongzi's bamboo stick." ”I comforted her: "Don't be afraid, if I draw Duanmu Xun's bamboo stick, I will change it with you." ”Han Zining pinched me lightly: "You can't call Duanmu Gongzi's name, he is the royal painter of the harem." ”It turned out that this Duanmu Xun had already become famous, and seeing that everyone was looking forward to drawing his bamboo sticks, Ling Qingwan, who was the first to start the lottery, turned out to be the guy who spoke disrespectfully just now.I thought darkly in my heart, hmph, just because you also want to draw Duanmu Xun, let's dream.I swear that since I was a child, I have never thought of things that have worked so well, Ling Qingwan's eyebrows were about to wrinkle into a small mound after smoking the bamboo stick, and the rest of the people were cheering, Ling Qingwan walked up to me proudly, raised her eyebrows, and said angrily: "Even if I Ling Qingwan can't draw it, you ugly monster will definitely not be able to draw it." ”Ling Qingwan was so domineering that I raised my fist and punched her.It's a pity that the fist didn't fall on her face, but into the palm of a warm hand.The girls were screaming, and when I looked up, I saw that it was the leading painter I had seen in the ancestral temple, that is, the painter Duanmu Xun who Zhao Weiyan fell in love with at first sight.He was dressed in a bamboo-colored robe, seven feet eight inches long, with a special demeanor, his face was like condensed fat, and his eyes were like paint, but he had a bit of a child's unparalleled feeling, refreshing and elegant, without the slightest worldly atmosphere.If it weren't for the strength and toughness of the hand that grabbed me, I would really think that he was a graceful and elegant peerless son, and that strength can only be just right to make people feel pain without hurting his hands.I've never begged anyone for mercy, so naturally I don't cry out for pain easily.Everyone held their breath and stared at our hands.Everyone knows that men and women are not intimate, and at this moment, even the two aunts who have lived in the deep palace for a long time and are familiar with people's hearts were stunned and failed to come forward in time to stop them.I secretly fought with him, trying to break free of his slender five fingers, Duanmu Xun Cormorant smiled: "I can't hold my breath so much, I'm afraid that it will be a dead word as soon as I enter the deep palace, so it's better to have some self-knowledge and give up early." ”Although the fate of each beauty embryo is already doomed once it enters the book of the Tibetan Incense Pavilion, the painter will ask before painting whether he is willing to enter the palace to ensure the safety of the harem and respect the wishes of the woman.It's just that there has never been a direct painter like Duanmu Xun, I was not convinced, and I couldn't shake off my hand, and I said very confidently: "There is a difference between men and women, and it is inevitable that the strength is weak, and besides, good women don't fight with stinky men, you let go quickly." ”Duanmu Xun teased and snorted coldly: "Is this a begging for mercy" I stomped on him with all my strength: "Please be a big-headed ghost." ”Although I really tried my best, I knew that for Duanmu Xun, it was just a bite from an ant, but his exaggerated expression made everyone look at me strangely, Ling Qingwan was the first to react, and made the personal maid squat down to shine Duanmu Xun's shoes."
Duanmu Gongzi, you're not injured" This tone was unprecedented, Ling Qingwan could still be so tender.Aunt Yue Slow pulled me to her side, and her tone was anxious: "It's miserable, Yusheng, you are in trouble, he is the emperor's most favored painter, if he says that you don't have a word, your painting scroll will not be able to enter the emperor's eyes even if it reaches Jinling." ”I was overjoyed and asked in a low voice: "Auntie is saying that the emperor has a habit of dragon and yang today" Aunt Yue Slow stretched out a free hand to cover my mouth: "My little ancestor, how many years have you been so open-mouthed, you don't want to die" I argued: "That aunt said that he is the emperor's most favored painter, isn't it good to break his sleeves" Aunt Yue Slow was helpless, so she had to correct: "I say again, he is the emperor's most important painter." ”It's rare to see that Aunt Yue Slow also has a serious book, I can't help but be happy, thinking about making fun of Aunt Yue Slow, but Duanmu Xun's paw suddenly pointed at me: "I don't have to draw my bamboo stick, I'll choose her." ”: