And unlike Lu Jing's past paintings, he painted the picture in front of him quite seriously. Every word and ink was carefully considered, and every scene and every image was the result of Lu Jing's heart.

Lu Jing held the pen and ink in his hand and looked up at the waning moon in the sky. More than ten breaths of time passed before he landed.

As soon as the pen fell on the paper, a crescent moon suddenly appeared.

Vaguely, the crescent moon seems to be shining with light, illuminating everything in the painting.

The next evening.

On the Zhutai River, a ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is desolate and half of the river is red.

The Jiao Shen Mountain in the distance shows different colors under the red glow.

The mountain peaks covered with ice and snow reflect the red glow, and coupled with the sunset glow falling in the distance, it is like a phoenix spitting out a tassel in the clouds.

The scenery today is indeed very beautiful. It is difficult to find such a beautiful time in this bleak winter.

In the small pavilion of Shengfu on Changning Street.

Su Zhaoshi was wearing a warm moon-colored robe, and he looked much thinner. His eyes showed deep fatigue, but because of today's rare day, they were even more joyful.

The always naughty Princess Anqing looked at the dishes on the table, probably thinking of Xu Baiyan, but she didn't seem to have any appetite.

The same goes for grandeur.

"If you think about it carefully, there is always someone missing on my birthday every year."

Sheng Zi was obviously dressed up carefully, with light application of rouge, lipstick, and a red gauze dress, which made her beauty even more shocking.

"In the past few years, An Qing was always absent from Taixuan Capital. We originally arranged for four people to celebrate, but An Qing was always missing. This time..."

There was still a smile on Sheng Zi's face, but there was still some helplessness in her eyebrows.

Su Zhaoshi lowered his head, and his tone was surprisingly free and easy: "Sheng Zi, today is your birthday, don't mention Xu Baiyan again.

Every time I think of him, I never know when he was pretending to be with us and when he was sincere."

Sheng Zi shook her head: "I'm not missing Xu Baiyan, I'm just thinking about our long-past childhood. Xu Baiyan, who followed me with a runny nose in childhood, was already dead when he told the first lie.

Already.

Lu Jing cut off his disguised body, so that I... wouldn't be deceived for longer."

Su Zhaoshi took a deep breath and said: "An Qing and I also donated a lot of silver. We hope that after the real charity hall is built, it can really do some good things."

Princess Anqing looked at the wine glass in front of her in a daze, then suddenly turned her head and asked Su Zhaoshi and Sheng Zi: "I have been dreaming for a long time.

I dreamed that I was sitting in a dark palace, maybe... his body was not far from me, and his ghost was so ugly that he kept looking at me.

Begging hard.

I don't know what he is begging for, and every time I want to ask him, I always wake up.

Have you ever had such a dream?"

Sheng Zi and Su Zhaoshi looked at each other.

Sheng Zi only thought that Xu Baiyan's death had cast a lot of shadows on Princess Anqing, and was about to comfort her.

Princess Anqing frowned and said, "I know it was not a nightmare. I was like a god above me in that dark palace. Nothing in the dream ever scared me."

"I always feel like I have seen that dark palace somewhere."

Su Zhaoshi and Shengzi thought about it.

Su Zhaoshi raised his head and smiled: "Wei Xuanjun once carried the infant Anqing to the four seas and straightened a sky pillar.

It is said that there is a palace on each Tianzhu, echoing the Mingyu Jing in the sky.

Maybe what Anqing saw was the palace on the sky pillar."

"Anyway, you don't need to worry."

Su Zhaoshi said: "Your father is the famous Wei Xuanjun, and he is the only king with a different surname in Dafu. Speaking of ancient bloodlines, it is said that the bloodline of the Wei Kingdom comes directly from the Taiwu royal family of the ancient country. Even if there is really

When ghosts come, it should be because they are afraid of you, so it’s okay.”

Princess Anqing, whose long hair fell straight down to her calves, nodded slightly when she heard Su Zhaoshi's words.

Over the past month, Princess Anqing, who used to be very playful, seems to have become much quieter.

I don’t know if it’s because of Xu Baiyan’s death or because of the weird dream.

When Su Zhao took the photo, the two princesses of Anqing saw the grand figure sitting in the pavilion turning her head frequently and seeing the tree-lined path in the distance.

There was still some anxiety and expectation in her eyes.

Su Zhaoshi's longing for her when he saw the grand appearance, perhaps because he was thinking of a woman far away on Beichuan Road, made the light in his eyes, which had already faded, become even dimmer.

"The daughter of the Beichuan Dao family, the son of Xuandu Zhuguo..."

In just a few moments, Su Zhaoshi remembered the source of the problem and the woman with the disease in her leg. Suddenly, he felt envious of her beauty.

At the very least, Lu Jing is still in Taixuan Capital. No matter what the two of them plan, if Sheng Zi is willing, they can always go and see Lu Jing.

Unlike them, they are separated by mountains and seas, taboos by family members, and the hatred of their parents.

Thinking of this, Su Zhaoshi looked even more lonely.

Princess Anqing naturally saw Shengzi's expectant look. Looking at Shengzi's expectant eyes, she felt sour in her heart.

Just like when she saw Lu Jing for the first time, she took her anger out on Lu Jing because Sheng Zi never went to play with him.

It can be seen that the sixteen or seventeen-year-old Princess Anqing's feelings towards Sheng Zi are quite complicated.

Maybe it's the possessiveness from childhood, or some other reasons.

Princess Anqing didn't want to see Sheng Zi care so much about Lu Jing.

But she lowered her head and thought about it, then carefully calmed down her expression.

Because Princess Anqing knew at this time that Sheng Zi's thoughts were already focused on the young man named Tai Xuanjing.

If she continues to be unreasonable, she will definitely be even more angry.

Just in Shengzi turned his head again.

Then I saw a figure in white walking slowly around the corner of the boulevard in the distance.

The figure in white clothes still had a gentle smile on his face. The sunset in the sky contrasted with the white clothes, and the light fell on the black sandalwood sword at Lu Jing's waist.

It was obviously a wooden sword, but it reflected a brilliant light.

The holy algae is covered with cold dew, and the fairy cup is covered with sunset.

Lu Jing just walked slowly with the light.

Naturally, there is no need to mention her jade-like appearance and body like a spear.

Nowadays, some of the daughters in Taixuan Jingzhong have no idea that the young Mr. Lu Jing has given birth to a dragon-like and phoenix-like appearance.

Sheng Zi stood up quickly. The always heroic eldest lady of the Sheng Mansion was like a young girl in love, her eyes full of surprise when she saw the person she loved.

Immediately she felt that she should be more reserved, so she coughed slightly, lifted up her long skirt, walked out of the pavilion, and greeted Lu Jing.

Lu Jing approached, and Sheng Zi noticed that Lu Jing was holding a painting in his hand.

This painting has obviously been carefully framed. The central axis, fringes, and reliefs on the axis are all quite elegant.

"You're not late, are you?"

There was an apology in Lu Jing's eyes: "I wanted to arrive early, but I was delayed for a while because of the mounting of calligraphy and paintings."

Having said this, he handed the painting in his hand to Shengzi.

"I don't know what I should give you on your birthday, so I thought of drawing a picture for you with all my heart."

Lu Jing was not so distant from his friends, and the smile on his face looked sincere and bright.

Shengzi became even happier when she heard that this painting was painted by Lu Jing himself.

A few handsome people were gathering in the front yard.

In the backyard of the Sheng Mansion, Sheng Ruzhou was accompanying a man in black with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, looking at the welcoming pine he had carefully trimmed.

The man in black wore a high crown on his head, with one hand behind his back and the other on the white jade belt around his waist. He was in the prime of his life, but his face had some scattered beards spread all over his cheeks, making him look quite decadent.

But anyone who sees the deep eyes of this man in black and the domineering spirit vaguely revealed in his eyebrows will naturally ignore this.

The decadence of men.

Sheng Ruzhou and the man in black stood side by side, looking at the lush welcoming pine trees, and mentioned the Northwest Road in their words.

Sheng Ruzhou was worried, and occasionally mentioned Fu Wudao, who had come to Taixuanjing several times to assassinate the Holy Lord.

And the man in black always listened quietly.

Occasionally, his fingers would tap the white jade on his waist, making a crisp sound.

This man belongs to the Dazhu Kingdom of Dafu Dynasty!

Dafu Dazhuguo itself is a legend. He is the son of a noble family in Hedong. He has studied the books of sages since he was a child. Due to his talent and intelligence, he has also obtained the first prize in the examination.

Later, his own ideas were contrary to many families in Hedong and were not tolerated by the families in Hedong. At that time, there was no place for this Dazhuguo in the Taixuanjing court.
To be continued...