Chapter three hundred and fifteen meet by narrow road
"Do you know him?" Qiu Ju sneered.
"Hmph, let me see, Aunt Six, take out the painting!"
"Yes, miss."
The sixth aunt smiled helplessly at the beautiful woman and placed Zhao Yuan's two paintings on the desk.
"What a painting! It's really him!" Juhua looked at the signature on the majestic river and mountain map with surprise. She knew the handwriting.
"Of course it was him. At first, he was so scared that he pissed himself off and ran away." The girl said proudly.
"How did you know him?" Qiu Ju asked curiously.
"He...hum, I came to him to buy a painting, and he actually felt blasphemous and wanted to sleep with me, so I scared him, and you know, he actually escaped overnight, hehe, but he can't escape this time
The palm of my hand is..."
"He wants to sleep with you?"
"Yeah." The girl's face was filled with murderous intent.
"It's strange, he's not a lecher!" Qiu Ju said with a look of disbelief on her face.
"Why did you say that? Hahaha... I understand!" The girl suddenly burst into laughter.
"What do you understand?" Qiu Ju frowned.
"You must have admired his talent, and then you lived in this brothel and wanted to get close to him. As a result, you were ruthlessly rejected by him, right? It must be true. People like you still don't like you.
Eyes, hahahahaha..." The girl seemed to have grabbed Qiu Ju's pigtails and burst into laughter.
"Yes, he doesn't like me."
Qiu Ju didn't seem to want to argue with the girl and responded calmly.
Seeing Qiu Ju's calmness, the girl who looked like she had won the battle felt bored and didn't bother to bother, so she strode out.
"Why are you going?" Qiu Ju asked.
"I'm going to catch that kid, he still owes me eight paintings!" the girl said fiercely.
"Don't worry, he lives here in Wanhua Building. It's not too late to catch him after he competes," Qiu Ju said.
"Yes, then let's go and see the excitement."
"Not going."
"Go, go!"
"All right……"
Under the protection of a group of guards, the two girls walked out of Wanhua Tower and merged into the crowd of people.
Among the crowd, there was a girl with a confused look on her face.
Wan Linger.
Wan Ling'er secretly went out and has been traveling for more than half a year. During these six months, she has almost torn through the entire Great Qin Empire with the Ice Divine Sword, but she can't find the man who makes her dream.
She followed Zhao Yuan's footsteps and found Heishui City. However, when she arrived at Heishui City, Zhao Yuan, who had made extraordinary achievements, had disappeared without a trace. What was left behind were some exciting stories.
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Wan Ling'er stayed in Blackwater City for a month, asking about Zhao Yuan's story.
Wan Ling'er even went deep into the prairie.
The familiar person seems to be becoming more and more unfamiliar, but everything seems to be natural.
Zhao Yuan is no longer the Zhao Yuan of Wanjia Courtyard, he is an unparalleled hero.
Wan Ling'er was devastated.
She knew that Zhao Yuan would never return to Wanjia Courtyard and would never need her Reiki massage.
The distraught Wan Ling'er wandered around the vast territory of the Qin Empire. When he heard about the flower festival in Jucheng, the northern capital, he flew to Jucheng with his sword.
The streets full of people and the colorful flowers made Wan Ling'er feel no joy at all. She couldn't integrate into this noisy environment. She moved forward with the flow of people. In her heart, the only thing she could do was to
All I feel is endless loneliness.
Lovesickness is a river of suffering. It flows through the softest part of my heart every day. I paint your name in the wind casually. What I once wanted to say has become a landscape that I have been infatuated with all my life, making my soul tremble.
It hurts again and again. Don't talk about the feeling of loving you, don't talk about the feeling of missing you. Always at the moment when my heart beats, I feel a kind of silent loneliness and sadness. Some are cold, some are tired, and some are painful. Some flowers are destined to follow the wind, and some are destined to follow the wind.
Love is destined to be random...
Zhao Yuan climbed onto the high platform.
The finals have begun.
Zhao Yuan improvised a song "Golden Armor".
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they have bloomed.
The incense formation soaring into the sky penetrated Chang'an, and the whole city was covered with golden armor.
The majestic and heroic poetry makes people's blood boil.
On the pure white rice paper, Zhao Yuan drew his pen and stroked his words with precise strokes. Although his face was a little pale, his flying hair made people feel his heroic spirit.
Rice paper is placed on the desk.
Surprisingly, Zhao Yuan actually wrote in regular script. You must know that in this kind of competition, most of the people are flying and dancing. Zhao Yuan's regular script is particularly eye-catching.
The entire calligraphy work is laid out in squares and bounded by columns, showing majesty and sanctity.
In terms of his gestures, he is strong and powerful, with the image of swallowing and swallowing. In the brushwork, the style is obvious, and the horizontal strokes are forward, showing the waves, the first clues are revealed, and then they are restrained. The brushwork is restrained and deliberate, and the spirit is inner.
Han, there is no trace of servility and flattery, and the iron and steel stand out vividly on the paper.
Among the many works of dragons and phoenixes, Zhao Yuan's solemn and awe-inspiring calligraphy is particularly eye-catching.
Zhao Yuan won the title of Oiran without any pressure.
Zhao Yuan became the center of attention. Wearing an eagle feather and a bright red robe, he rode a tall horse and paraded through the streets. Behind him, thousands of people followed him, with the sound of gongs, drums, firecrackers, shouts and screams.
The sky is everlasting.
Zhao Yuan was filled with emotion. He never expected that he would be able to win the title of Oiran in one fell swoop after he had been idle for so many years.
Among the crowd, there was a lost girl. The girl seemed to be worried, her head was lowered, and she did not even look at Zhao Yuan who was riding a tall horse.
Wan Linger!
It’s Wan Ling’er!
Wan Ling'er's every frown, smile, and every move has been engraved in the depths of Zhao Yuan's soul. Although he couldn't see Wan Ling'er's face, he knew that it was Wan Ling'er. With a start, he suddenly turned over and dismounted.
"Ling'er..."
Zhao Yuan threw himself into the crowd.
"We meet again!" A face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling blocked Zhao Yuan.
"Don't block me." Zhao Yuan unceremoniously tried to push the girl away, but behind the girl, there were two big men who looked like door panels.
"Do you think I will let you run away?" The girl had a narrow expression on her face.
Zhao Yuan glanced at the crowd and saw that there was no trace of them at all, and sighed.
"Ling'er!"
"Someone called me?" Vaguely, Wan Ling'er seemed to hear someone calling her.
Wan Ling'er suddenly raised his head. The people around him were like a vast ocean, and she was like a drop of water in the vast ocean.
Wan Ling'er had a wry smile on his face.
Everyone is thoughtful and has dreams at night, but I have auditory hallucinations during the day.
Wan Ling'er didn't know that the man she had been dreaming about had just passed her by.
Just when Wan Ling'er walked to the high platform in despair, under the high platform, there was a woman with blond hair and blue eyes admiring the works of some talented people with great interest.
She is none other than Master Ruolin, the King of Martial Arts in the Prairie.
Master Ruolin is not chasing Zhao Yuan to this point. In fact, she has long regarded Zhao Yuan as a corpse.
"Hey...the city is full of golden armor...Zhao Yuan...Zhao Yuan!" Master Ruolin shouted out.
"Zhao Yuan!"
This time, Wan Ling'er heard clearly that although it was not Zhao Yuan's voice, it was indeed Zhao Yuan's name...