Qiu Moli painted almost non-stop.
From the moment she picked up the pen, she didn't drink a sip of water for two whole hours, but Wang Zhang drank several cups of tea.
"What a person who is focused on nothing but what is in front of him."
The bright yellow clothes established his extraordinary identity.
Only then did everyone realize who the person suddenly appeared in front of them.
They were about to shout "Long Live" when Nan Jianchi made a gesture.
He stopped everyone.
Rather than saluting, he cared more about how entranced the person in front of him could be.
Qiu Moli was not affected by the emperor's appearance at all.
To be precise, he didn't know that the emperor appeared at all, every stroke, every stroke.
By the time she finally finished the painting, the sun had already set, and the entire land was covered with red clouds.
Soon, when the last ray of red clouds dispersed, it would be dark, and the palace gate would almost be closed.
It was much later than she expected, but it was not enough.
She had to let the most powerful person here stay here tonight.
So she deliberately took a long breath and said.
"Finally I finished the painting.
I'm exhausted.
Reaching for the Stars.
Give me a quick rub.
My shoulders hurt."
Tiaoyue on the side was just about to shout a warning when he saw Qiu Moli raised his head and looked around with a somewhat embarrassed face.
When he saw the bright yellow figure sitting not far away clearly, he was so frightened that he stood up from his seat.
Qiu Moli jumped up on the chair he was sitting on.
Qiu Moli had been sitting the whole time while painting, and the chair was very close to the table.
The only result of jumping up in such a hurry was to bump into the table and knock his knee.
Sure enough, Qiu Moli knocked on the table, but due to too much force, the table made a heavy "bang bang" sound, like the sound of bones colliding with the table.
Even the three men present were stunned.
Somewhat shaken, Qiu Moli's eyebrows twisted into a ball in pain, and she burst into tears in an instant.
But Nan Jianchi burst into laughter because of his childishness, quick expression changes, and unpretentious behavior.
"Hahaha" But Qiu Moli had already burst into tears.
As the emperor, he actually laughed out loud.
He was a bit suspicious of a joke, but I couldn't blame him.
Qiu Moli's behavior was so funny, and The expression on her face was clearly that of a child who had been robbed of food, looking aggrieved and ready to tell someone, but didn't know who to turn to.
Poor, yet cute.
This is how people are, when they encounter stupid things done by stupid people, no matter what the consequences that person brings to themselves, they will laugh first, and then sympathize.
Qiu Moli covered her knees with tears and runny nose, but she still bowed to Nan Jianchi, and it was a great gift, a great gift from the three kneels and nine knockers.
But the grievance in his words still hasn't dissipated.
"Long live your Majesty!"
"There is no need to be polite to the general's wife.
Come on, please hurry up and ask the imperial doctor to treat your wife.
If it is delayed, I will call you for questioning."
Nan Jianchi shouted majestically to the servant beside him, but everyone knew that the emperor was in a good mood today.
At least since the departure of the national doctor Li Li, this was the first time the emperor smiled so happily, even though all this was based on the general's wife " Sacrifice” on your own basis.
The imperial doctor checked Qiu Moli's pulse and prescribed some medicine.
He only said that his muscles and bones were injured and he was afraid that he would not be able to move tonight.
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So Nan Jianchi naturally gave the order for Qiu Mo to stay with Concubine Xian in her palace for one night.
Qiu Moli's goal was achieved, but his method was too stupid.
He killed three hundred enemies and suffered three thousand losses to himself.
But it was enough for her.
She cared more about what happened tonight than a pair of legs.
What's more, she was half a doctor herself and would never let herself suffer.
"Now that the painting is done, why not present it to me and Prince Zhang to see, so as to clear the name of the general's wife?"
As soon as the emperor spoke, everyone remembered the painting that had been left aside by everyone and had never seen the true face of Mount Lu.
Qiu Moli's painting requirements are very strange.
No one is allowed to be around, and no one is allowed to peek before she asks someone to hold up the painting.
Otherwise, it will affect her mood for painting.
Qiu Moli covered her legs and saw that no one was moving around.
They were all counting on her half-crippling body.
Wasn't this a clear sign of bullying her?
Qiu Moli naturally refused, so she pointed at a palace maid and spoke.
"You still haven't presented it to the Emperor and His Highness Prince Zhang."
The palace maid looked around flattered, and after confirming that Qiu Moli was referring to herself, she stepped forward with a look of relief, but was stopped the moment she was about to pick up the painting.
"How can mortal things like you touch my paintings?
If you dirty my paintings, I will kill you."
Prince Zhang's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but just enough for the little palace maid to hear.
The palace maid immediately knelt down in fright and kept talking.
"My slave deserves to die, my slave deserves to die" Qiu Moli glanced at King Zhang, still covering his legs, but this time he changed his hands to his right hand and right leg.
She stepped forward slowly, holding her right leg up and down, grabbed the painting on the table, and spent a lot of energy before walking to King Zhang and handing the painting to him.
"Prince Zhang, please take it.
It's best to check if it's dirty or dirty first.
If it's not dirty, let everyone testify for me.
After all, if something goes wrong, I can't afford to pay for it."
Everyone present could see that Qiu Moli was complaining for the little palace maid, but no one had the intention to help, because the life of the palace maid was not worthy of someone as valuable as them.
When the people around King Zhang opened the painting, there was another gasp in the crowd.
The majestic mountains meet the sky and the sun, and there is no trace of the sun.
King Zhang, dressed in red, looks into the distance.
Although only the back of King Zhang is drawn, you can feel the majesty of King Zhang like a rainbow.
Although the entire painting mainly features mountains and a person looking at them, it always makes people unable to help but think about them.
Nan Jianzhe looked at this painting blankly, and suddenly he thought of his years in Dongmo, and the mountains in the painting were the tallest and widest Bifeng Mountains in Dongmo, with winding mountain roads and tall mountains.
No matter how you look at the trees, they are exactly the same as what you saw back then.
"Good, it is indeed good."
Nan Jianchi praised, "These mountains alone are different.
If I guessed correctly, this should be the Bifeng Mountains in Dongmo.
King Zhang stayed there for five years.
The painting of the general's wife must have brought back the past of my second brother.
The painting is beautiful, the artistic conception is very clear, and she is indeed the general's wife of my great Zhou Dynasty."
It is rare for a woman to paint such powerful paintings.
Most of the Zhou women were good at painting, but that was limited to flowers, birds, fish and insects.
The majesty of the general's wife's painting could not be matched by many men from Kyoto.
"The general's wife is so familiar with the Bifeng Mountains, but she has been to the Dongmoyuan Mountains," a brisk female voice came from the gravel road not far away.
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