Chen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and Chen Yuan could barely keep the fake smile on her face.

Why in the time-travel novels I read before did those time-travelers "write" poems casually without looking at the historical environment, poetry festival seasons, cultural differences, etc. As long as the poems are good enough, no one will discover them.

She just quoted one sentence and immediately fell into the trap of not being realistic enough?

Does flattery need to be so rigorous?

Does Liu Yanchun understand what it means to understand the artistic conception?

This is Shixian Taibai's poem. To praise you is to waste Shixian. You don't understand the artistic conception, but you come to worry about the color of the horse!

Don’t you know that it doesn’t matter if the horse is white or black, if it can carry people and can run fast, it is a good horse?

Disappointment filled Liu Yanchun's eyes and brows, "Junior brother is a little sad, but I still thank you for taking the time to deal with me."

I am also very sad to have an illiterate and playboy like you, senior sister.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no smooth carriage in the remote countryside, why would she have to rush to coax such a pretentious and ugly junior brother?

Chen Yuan brushed his hand and wrote on the paper again, "Junior brother has misunderstood me. How can I treat your senior brother who is so handsome and unrestrained, with a jade tree facing the wind, more beautiful than Pan An, and a pear blossom weighing more than a begonia?"

Liu Yanchun, "So?"

In order to sit on the horse with the wind, Chen Yuan chose to temporarily abandon his conscience, and the pen in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties, "I blame the senior sister for being uneducated, not drinking two ounces of ink, and what she said was not pleasant to listen to. I actually just wanted to praise my junior brother who is really handsome on the horse."

That’s all.”

Liu Yanchun raised his eyebrows like a fly, "That's it?"

"Junior brother, I don't expect my little senior sister to be able to compose a poem to praise me in person, but you cited the poems in a perfunctory manner, and the language you organized yourself was too plain and pale."

This comment reminded Chen Yuan of her fear of being dominated by her Chinese teacher.

Liu Yanchun rubbed his brows and said in a tolerant tone, "If you really feel embarrassed, little senior sister, forget it. You are praising me against your will. It can be seen that senior sister is really not willing to ride with me."

It is painful to boast without conscience and to be self-effacing, but to rush on the road under the scorching sun is worse than death.

Can't you blame her for her writing skills? She's not a liberal arts student.

Should she make a promise to Liu Yanchun that if he is killed, she will do the most complete autopsy for him and write the most detailed autopsy report?

This kind of sincere confession may be regarded as a curse by Liu Yanchun, and he will immediately sever the friendship with her and become a lifelong enemy!

How can you praise someone? She really doesn't know how to do that.

Got it!

Turning the page, Chen Yuan quickly painted on a brand new piece of paper.

Liu Yanchun, who originally just wanted to tease the young senior sister, saw her eyes light up and started to work seriously again. He swallowed his words after telling her to get on the horse.

Liu Yanchun already knew whether she would praise others, and if she continued to tease them, she would probably curse them.

He touched his chin and estimated that what she wrote this time would not be anything good.

When the board was put up again, Liu Yanchun didn't expect the content on it.

It is neither a word of praise nor a word of scolding, but a picture.

The style of painting is something I have never seen before, and the outline outline has a hint of fine brushwork, and it is not like the boring black and white portraits she painted for the deceased in Yizhuang.

In this painting, a little man with similar body proportions is vividly riding on a horse. His appearance and demeanor are all lifelike and unmistakable. Both the horse and the man appear vividly on the page.

Surprise and appreciation appeared in Liu Yanchun's eyes.

He must have been satisfied this time. Chen Yuan carefully tore off the portrait and handed it over.

Liu Yanchun took the painting, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but admire the superb painting skills, "I thought that the young senior sister could only paint human bones and portraits, but I didn't expect that she was also a master of painting, and her skills were better than those of the royal painters in the palace. Her emotions

The capture is accurate, if you can enter the palace..."

Bitterness and helplessness passed through the corner of Liu Yanchun's mouth, and Liu Yanchun looked puzzled, "Even if you don't enter the palace, the painting is worth a thousand gold. Why bother, little senior sister, to be a widow?"

The topic changed a bit too quickly. Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then he buried his head and wrote seriously, "Because it can speak for the dead, give the rights of the living, and shed blood for the innocent."

It is not difficult for a time traveler to make some inventions and make some money by doing business, but Chen Yuan's dream has never changed. Especially when she lives a new life, she can personally feel the pain of not being able to complain about her grievances.

She just wants to be a widower.

The serious expression on the little girl's immature face and the unwavering gaze in her eyes exude a hot light that makes people unable to look away.

Under such sincere eyes, Liu Yanchun felt that his previous thoughts were too narrow.

Both the painting and the determination she showed were unexpected. Liu Yanchun lowered his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "I thought you chose to be a widow just because..."

Chen Yuan looked up at the man on the horse in confusion.

"It's not worth it just to support those two brothers who can't become big brothers." Liu Yanchun curled his lips in disgust, "The Li family is too realistic. Seeing that you are deaf and mute, you can't marry a good family and the marriage has failed.

If you are worthy, I will try my best to force you to dig the soil, cut down trees and mow grass. You are really short-sighted, and they will regret it sooner or later."

Chen Yuan nodded in agreement.

Taking another look at the exquisite painting, Liu Yanchun felt happy at first sight, and his eyes darkened as his eyes fell on the face of the man in the painting.

He folded the drawing paper and put it in his arms. He looked at Chen Yuan's rough hands with a fading smile, frowned and said bitterly, "Such precious hands have been ruined like this. There is no way to take care of them too much."

No conditions, brother, do you think I don’t want to take care of these hands? I still want to apply body lotion all over my body.

Chen Yuan lowered her head and looked at the scars of different sizes on the rough skin, feeling very uncomfortable.

"If I were to paint the erotic palace...ahem, I don't know how good the sales would be."

…

A dog cannot spit out ivory from its mouth.

She is an idiot for really thinking that Liu Yanchun is a talented person.

The little girl was sulking again, pouting and not wanting to look at him. Liu Yanchun also knew that he had gone too far, "Junior brother saw the determination of little senior sister to ride with me, come on, get on the horse." He smiled,

Stretched out his hand to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan would not let go of the opportunity he had finally won.

Chen Yuan hurriedly stuffed the board back into his arms, stretched out his hands to grab Liu Yanchun's hand, and felt a strong force coming, and he was almost thrown away. He didn't have time to be afraid. The next moment, Chen Yuan found that he was sitting safely on the saddle.

.

What just happened?

Liu Yanchun is just a dude, but he is so strong!

"Remember, it was the little senior sister who asked for the horse. After you return to the Yamen, don't blame the junior brother because of the rumors."

Chen Yuan was still sighing. Before he could realize what Liu Yanchun muttered, he heard him shout happily, "Drive!" The black horse under his crotch started running forward like lightning.

She was pushed backwards and bumped into Liu Yanchun's chest.

There was a "bang" sound, and the back of her head hurt, and the man behind her also started to cry.

Feeling the bumpy running of the horse, Chen Yuan was so frightened that her face turned pale and her heart was beating wildly.

She hasn't grasped the reins yet. Can this junior brother be more reliable? He didn't even ask her if she was ready!
Chapter completed!