On the Qingyu table, Bu Jingran was wearing a simple plain white brocade robe shining on his body. The black hair was like a waterfall, scattering, and an incense burner with the smell of lilies was burning beside him. The fragrance surrounds the person who was concentrating on painting at this moment. Just read the novel and go to www.

The every move undoubtedly revealed a brilliant temperament. Looking at the picture of a hundred birds paying tribute to the phoenix on the table, it was really lifelike and exquisite in painting, just like a stroke of a magical origin.

Bu Jingran's quiet appearance is beautiful, and his half-beautiful face mixed in the dazzling sunshine is not distinctive, but rather hazy and elegant. Mo Qingchen sat in front of the window with the blooming Phalaenopsis.

He looked at Bu Jingran's side intoxicatedly. Although he knew that her face was not flawless, he didn't care. What he liked was her transcendent temperament.

I saw the wolf hair in Bu Jingran's hand walking on the drawing paper for a moment, then slowly lowered it back, and finally gently outlined it at a certain point, and in amazement, he put down the brush in his hand.[

Looking at the pictures on rice paper, Zhan Yan smiled. Haha, these elegant things she didn't peel and fiddle with in her previous life, now in order to survive better in this other world, she has to spend some time practicing.

I simply had a good talent in my previous life, and I was still aware of this ancient painting method.

After this, painting is not a difficult task, but it has become a pleasure to cultivate one's own character. Pick up the painting and shake it gently, and smiled and said to Hongdou: "Hong'er, put it away after the ink on my painting is finished."

Hongdou then changed her mind to her resentment towards the general's mansion. She turned around and saw the painting in her hand in shock and said, "This painting...is this painting made by the lady?"

She nodded indifferently. This painting looked nothing big. She did whatever she wanted, and was not a magical quality.

How could Hongdou not be surprised? The pictures of the birds pay homage to the phoenix are vividly drawn, especially the phoenix that is worshipped by the birds is even more domineering. The pair of phoenix eyes are like real, and people dare not look closely. It really has the taste of "the phoenix flies to the sky and looks down on the world".

"Why don't the lady frame this painting and hang it in the living room, but hold it up?" Hongdou was a little confused about her lady's approach.

Mo Qingchen also looked at Bu Jingran with some confusion. It would be a pity to hide such a good masterpiece.

"Haha, it can't be hung in our living room. It's the source of our meal." replied indifferently.

"The source of food, don't we eat and drink in this General's Mansion? We still need to rely on a painting to solve the problem of food and clothing?"

"Haha, people should know how to be vigilant in times of peace!"

He put the painting in his hand flat on the table and wrote his pen name in the small seal script of the Han Dynasty - Dongli!

This name is taken from Mr. Tao Yuanming's "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains." Haha, the eastern fence is very good and has no special meaning, but I feel that this thing is hard to explain.

Seeing this, Hongdou quickly took the picture for Ran obediently. Qing Chen also brought chrysanthemum tea with concern to relieve the heat.

It was noon on the day and it was already lunch time. As the little maid who used to deliver the meal at this time in the past had already delivered the meal respectfully. I didn't expect that no one would come for a long time today.

"Miss, what's going on with them? The food hasn't been delivered yet."
Chapter completed!