Fireworks are easy to be cold, this song has an abyss of artistic conception, the song is poignant and mournful, and as soon as Ling Tian's piano sound came out, it instantly touched everyone.Especially the prince who came up with this question, his eyes were already dull at this time, and he was addicted to the music.In the palace, Cui Yan and Mr.
Li and others, although their faces have changed, they can still hold themselves, but Li Qingcheng's face has changed greatly, and a trace of sadness emerges, as if they are nostalgic and reluctant.Outside the hall, the expressions on the faces of the guards were even different, but none of them escaped the influence of Ling Tianqin's voice.Ang Lee, who was painting, forcibly escaped from Ling Tianqin's sound and closed his hearing with his vitality before he could concentrate on painting.And Cui Agarwood stood in the hall, directly surrounded by the sound of the piano.The deep and pure guitar, the fireworks are easy to cold and tremble, so that Cui Agarwood is addicted, she stretches her graceful and long body, like a peony flower blooming on the ruined city wall, the fragrance is slow, warm, the hall that has been blown cold by the drizzle and breeze.In the sky above the main hall, the wind gradually became urgent, and a phantom of a huge city slowly emerged, and a pink flower bud phantom also quietly bloomed above the main hall.It becomes a vision.Everyone didn't know when Ling Tian's piano sound had stopped.It was only after a long time of lingering voices that they all recovered from their addiction.At this time, the vision above the hall had disappeared, and Ling Tian had already gathered the qin and stood up, but Cui Agarwood in the hall was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, and he was never able to stand up.In the entire hall, Cui Agarwood is even more addicted than the prince.She didn't know what kind of dance she danced herself, she had always danced with her heart, and until now she had not been able to escape from that emotion.As a martial artist, Cui Agarwood, lost himself "Agarwood!"
”On the top of the main hall, the crown princess flew down, shook the entire hall with a coquettish shout, and then suddenly slapped a palm on Cui Agarwood's back, dispersing the lingering sound around her body, which woke Cui Agarwood up."
Agarwood, you're fascinated" The crown princess helped Cui Agarwood up, the latter's body was already paralyzed and couldn't stand on his own for a while.But Cui Shenxiang's face was still smiling, and he said weakly: "Princess, that song, it's so good" "You idiot" Cui Bao'er shook her head helplessly, and asked the maid to help Cui Agarwood aside and sit down.At this time, Ang Lee, who had turned off his sense of hearing, was also finished.Ling Tian glanced at it and found that what Li Ang had painted was similar to what he had imagined, it was a scene looking at the city wall from afar, and next to a bright moon in the sky, there was a dimming firework.The painting skills are still quite good, lifelike, the layout is also very good, and it is very meaningful.The so-called painting can be spiritual, and words can be meaningful.This painting can affect the mind when people look at it, but it has not yet reached the realm of channeling.Not to mention, it is on a par with Ling Tian's piano song and Cui Agarwood's rainbow dance.However, Ang Lee stood there with a pen, and he didn't finish the topic for a long time.In the end, Ang Li shook his head and stepped back from the front of the case with a sigh."
How?"
Manager Li looked at Li An, who had retreated, and frowned and asked."
Father-in-law, the child's heart is in turmoil!
I can't understand the essence of the prince, what it means.Therefore, I can't settle on the topic" Ang Lee, who is also quite annoyed.His painting is very close to being completed, but it is just a little bit close, and he can't be psychic.He understands that even if he misses the topic, he still can't.But as soon as he said that, when Ling Tian and Cui Shenxiang's performances hooked the vision of heaven and earth, he had already lost his victory.The prince stepped down from the dragon chair and stood in front of the case to take a look, but he also nodded."
Not to mention, Ang Lee's paintings are indeed worthy of their reputation, no wonder you can see your works in the major poetry and painting societies in Chang'an."
The prince groaned, but continued: "Yes, there is something missing in your painting. ”As he spoke, the prince picked up the pen on the desk, stood with Lingmo, and drew it on the paper again.Everyone looked at each other, all surprised, they didn't expect that this prince would end up in person.But surprise to surprise, Ling Tian and the others still surrounded them.Just looking at it for a moment, Ling Tian's heart sank.This prince is by no means a mortal!
Ling Tian said secretly in his heart.Although this prince doesn't look good, his cultivation is average.But the temperament of this leisurely stroll, as well as the terrifying momentum of the pen, all show the pride and sharpness hidden under the ordinary appearance of this prince.Moreover, the prince's few strokes actually made the painting begin to shine, and even everyone could feel a trace of wind and drizzle blowing out of the painting, so that everyone couldn't even tell whether it was the rain in the painting or the rain outside the palace!
This painting, unexpectedly, is fascinating!
Ling Tian fixed his eyes and found that the prince first added a tree swaying in the wind outside the city wall in the painting, and then a military general in mottled armor sat cross-legged under the tree, looking at the city wall from afar, with a guqin on his lap, as if he was sighing, but at this time, the prince glanced at Ling Tian, who immediately understood, and played with the guitar in his hand, and a melody of fireworks that was easy to cold rose.The prince suddenly flew like a swift pen, finished outlining the guqin, and used a faint red ink to outline an illusory, dancing shadow on the city wall in the distance, painting the light of light, the whole hall, all illuminated.They could see the smoke and the breeze on the city wall, the shadows dancing, the generals playing the piano, and even a long sigh in the wind, and the long-lasting sound of the piano, "Almost, how did I fall on this question?"
”However, the crown prince also seems to have stopped at the end."
Your Highness, I'll try" At this time, Ling Tian stepped forward, lifted a thin stick, dipped it in spiritual ink, and put it down."
Ling Tian, you are bold!"
Manager Li and Li An are both in a hurry, this is what he and the prince created together, such a conspicuous painting, if it is released, it will definitely be able to become famous, how can Ling Tian be allowed to destroy it like this?
They didn't believe that Ling Tian was also proficient in calligraphy and painting!
This is nonsense!
Even the crown princess and Cui Agarwood frowned.Ling Tian's piano skills are almost superb, but among the people who have written this pen, I am afraid that only Li Qingcheng is the most calm, others may not know, but he knows that Ling Tian's poems and words made Chen Xuanling impressed.The same is true for the crown prince, the moment Ling Tian took the pen, he saw that Ling Tian was by no means fooling around, and with a wave of his hand, he blocked Manager Li's mouth.Ling Tian abandoned the spirit, and in the artistic conception of the words, he wrote directly.It rained a lot, and the grass and trees in the old valley were deep.I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.The sound of the piano on the outskirts of the city fell, and the fireworks gradually sank.Fate takes root, it is us.