Anle had previously been shocked by Mrs. Hua's amazing courage, but she did not notice a ray of years of energy that she was drawn, and it showed golden.

This makes Anle a little surprise. The golden years can condense into a fruit, which is very good!

The picture in front of the eyes is like the rippling water, and the scene is seen.

Nympho

Outside the long pavilion, the edge of the ancient road.

The rainy rain is clear, sprinkled with the sky, and the smoke is lingering, making the world confused and sad.

Outside the city of Lin'an, Guandao Ancient Road.

The drizzle is like silk, and there are two shadows holding a horse, walking in the court, and walking along the green stone of the official road, poetic and painting, don't have flavor.

The woman has a white skirt with three feet back to the sheath long sword. The man on the side of her body is like a knife, and she is like a silver armor.

Back wide knife, showing domineering, holding the dark horse reins in his hands, walking silently.

The lover was expelled, his wife gave each other, and the spring rain was stained with parting sorrows.

Looking quietly, from the perspective of a third person, such as observing a movie.

The man in the armor should be the father of the Lin family, and he was cultivated as the sky.

At this time, Mrs. Hua was still young, good -looking, and with the clearness and blurring of the flower season girl.

Finally, the two walked silently for a long time. Although they were reluctant, they ended up at the end.

"I don't know where it is the return date."

"Give off for the husband's dance sword."

Mrs. Hua whispered.

Subsequently, the sword in the waist was pulled out, and the sword body was like a cicada wing, but it was thin but sharp. Between waving, the rain beads were cut lightly, and the water fog, like flowers blooming.

The man took the horse to stop, and laughed softly, took out a jade flute from the horse's back sac, against his lips, there was a flute sound leisurely, and he was endless.

Women's dance swords, men's flute, this scene, beautiful picture.

The man turned around and looked at the white woman who danced in place. His legs were gently stuck, and the dark horse slowly walked.

Mrs. Hua continued to accompany the flute dance sword.

It seems that there is a Jin Ge iron horses, splitting the mountains, and breaking the Canglan!

Wait for one person to disappear into the drizzle.

Mrs. Hua stopped dancing the sword, stood up with a sword, and her eyebrows were sad, worried about sending farewell sorrow, and the corner of the eyes was a slightly invisible crystal clear. I do n’t know if it was drizzle or tears.

"May the husband go to the border, kill the enemy like a god, and the mountain river is not good."

"I treat the monarch at home."

At this point, such as hazy rolling paintings, scattered in the fog in the flowing gold.

Nympho

Anle opened his eyes slowly, his eyes were slightly stunned, but he did not forget the main purpose of observing his years.

Looking back at the lady of the flowers in the waters, with a beautiful and graceful complexion, with a touch of sorrow that is difficult to erase.

If Anle remembers that it is not bad, the Grand Duke of Linfu has never returned.

[Get the time of the years: Sword Dancer (0/10)]

[Note: Sword Dancer (Dao Guo): Related to the sword, you can understand the blessing. When the sword is insisted, the war of war is doubled, and the speed of strength is improved.]

In front of it, the light curtain prompts to pass by.

A ray of golden years of gas, condensing a fruit of the years.

But at this moment, you should have been happy at this moment, calm mood, and did not study the new years of the new years.

Close your eyes slightly, in the mind, there is a picture that can not wield it like a smoke.

Women in white are sad and worried about sending sorrows.

Open your eyes again, and grab a carbon strip that was cut with a knife, and the carbon head end is cut into sharp pen tip.

The palm and abdomen are in the pen, hold the charcoal strip like the finger thumb, and the thick paper is paved on the wooden shelf.

The momentum is quite strong.

This sound looks very special in the quiet sky waves. Many artists turn their heads and look at the weird way of painting the young artist. They laugh and immerse themselves in the painting.

Sketch is a very basic way of painting. Everyone who studies paintings is the earliest contact is sketching. The sketch tests the painter's line, light and dark, body and structure control, through light, line, face and other aspects, etc.

Perform realistic creation.

Portrait portraits belong to sketch sketches.

As an art student who was able to pass the art students from thousands of troops and thousands of horses in Anle, the merit was still there.

Coupled with the years of observing the unique charm of Mrs. Hua with years.

At this moment, Anle has a bamboo with a bamboo, and the eyes of Mrs. Hua are deeply engraved in his head.

Shasha ...

There is a rhythmic but rushing voice sounding, lingering.

Anle's eyes seemed to be glowing. When he entered the creative state, he became very serious and serious.

From time to time, look up, and look at Mrs. Mrs..

The sharp charcoal strip is gently scratched, which is convenient for the white paper to leave marks, a root line, outline the outline of the facial features, and make a little bit of carving a little bit.

The most important thing about Anle is Mrs. Hua's eyes. In the painting of the sketch, the eyes are very important, because the eyes are the place where the charm is most reflected.

The passage of time is still quiet, and the sky is still very quiet.

The girl chasing the wind was next to Jiumei Lin Qingyin, on the side of the railing, and from time to time, she wanted to watch the paintings of the artists.

Mrs. Hua was very calm. She sat in a chair and took a copy of the great Confucianism. She looked seriously and let the artists paint her. As for what she was painted, she didn't care about it at all.

"Jiu Mei, let's go down and see?"

The girl chasing the wind is not to burn fire sticks in her waist, and her heart is curious. Of course, she cares more about peaceful paintings. Can she be better than these small and famous artists in Lin'an Mansion.

Lin Qingyin looked at the girl chasing the wind a little bit: "Let's stop, according to you."

After speaking, the two got up.

"Mrs., we want to observe the painters up close." Lin Qingyin owed his body to Mrs. Hua.

Mrs. Hua nodded spoiled.

The girl chasing the wind grinned, and she took Lin Qingyin to cross the white jade bridge and came to Daping.

"Let's take a look at Master Liu Qingyan's paintings first." Lin Qingyin held Lin Chaofeng, who wanted to make up with Anle.

Although Lin Chaofeng was dissatisfied, he didn't say anything.

"Actually, we can go to the imperial artists in the palace, why don't the old lady, why don't the old lady?"

Lin Chaofeng asked in doubt.

The imperial artists in the palace are all real practitioners. The level of calligraphy and painting is a must. With the Lin family's face, please move.

"Although those people are painters, they have standing positions. The situation in the court is intricate. Every painter stands behind the nobles. Lin House has been neutral and has not been involved in the storm.

Inheritance, the old lady is unwilling. "Lin Qingyin said softly.

The two have arrived in front of Master Liu Qingyan's table.

In the table case, ink stains are not dry, and a noble woman has jumped in paper. The lines are fine, smooth and not shaking, and each strand of hair is out of order.

Lin Qingyin nodded slightly. Although Lin Mansion was a family of Wu Xun, she had a poem with a poem from the DPRK and China Confucian Confucianism with the sons of the government since she was a child.

"It is worthy of Master Liu Qingyan. The painting is so good." Lin Qingyin praised it.

"Thank you Miss Lin for praise. The old age is just doing his best." Liu Qingyan wrote in one hand, with a beard with one hand, and his eyes were slightly confession.

Lin Chaofeng didn't think it was. Although this painting didn't feel like Mrs. Hua, but the nine girls were boasting, then it looks good, but this Liu Qingyan people don't look good.

She still remembered that the handsome painter was safe.

Can't wait to pull Lin Qingyin, the two have crossed many artists and came to the place where Anle is.

That weird painting posture is quite attractive.

Lin Qingyin was curious in his heart, and quietly came behind Anle with Lin Chaofeng.

His eyes fell on the raised wooden board.

The next moment, Lin Qingyin's eyes shrank, looking at the eyes in the painting, as if Mrs. Hua looked straight, the unspeakable sadness spread out like the paper, let Lin Qingyin's scalp numbness, Luo clothes under the clothes, Luo clothes under the clothes, and Luo clothes under the clothes.

, Whitening arms, goosebumps can't help.

Lin Chaofeng on the side was a squeezing burning stick in his hand, stunned.

"Hey, Jun Painting Master God, this is to press the paper on the paper. The old man's painting is compared with this shit!"

Liu Qingyan: "..."

Lin Qingyin: "..."

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