On September 13th, the late autumn coolness had begun to become biting, and the cold invaded unknowingly. After three days of journey, Yuyao walked leisurely to Yaocheng.
Speaking of this poetry and painting competition, it was actually not as grand as in previous years. Yao City has always belonged to Fengxin, and due to the impact of the war, only a hundred or so people came.
Of course, Ruoyao didn't come here just to join in the fun. This time, the Xiaoxiang map contains microcosms of some of the places she traveled to when she was a child. For her, although it is difficult, it is also a memory of her mother. She loves to draw, so why
I will let this picture fall into his hands.
This time, the woman did not dress up as a man. She was still wearing a plain skirt, her hair was in a neat bun, and there was a silver chain hanging on her forehead. Her eyebrows were gentle, as if she were a fairy lady who had come into the world, and she was stunningly young. She was riding a white horse, heading south.
I came here, holding a white paper umbrella in my hand, and along the way I asked where the competition was.
The timing was just right, the day we arrived in Yaocheng was the day of the competition.
"Girls are going to compete too?"
She had no intention of hiding it, "Yes."
"I advise you, it's better not to go."
"Why?"
The old man pointed in the distance, "Have you seen the notice by the city gate?" She shook her head, and the old man continued: "The Xiaoxiang Map was actually forced to be used as a reward for the competition. A few months ago, Princess Liuxiang wanted to use the Xiaoxiang Map as a gift.
The city lord Xin Yuanchao celebrated his birthday and came to ask for paintings. However, the person who hid the paintings was not afraid of the powerful. He did not want the paintings to fall into the wealthy family, so he refused to sell them. Princess Liuxiang insisted on buying the paintings and sent someone to her door every day.
After asking for help, the collector had no choice but to donate the painting, saying that it would be taken away by someone with the ability, but his love for painting would not be in vain."
After listening to these words, she understood the whole story, but she couldn't help but sigh: "This princess has not suppressed her with force yet, and she seems to be a good person." If it were her, killing people and seizing paintings, what happened overnight...
After hearing the previous words, she asked: "Is the notice on the door that the old man mentioned earlier also related to this princess?"
The old man stroked his goatee and nodded, "The notice says that whoever gets this painting will be given it with both hands and will be rewarded with thousands of gold. So, girl, even if you win the crown, the painting will definitely be bought."
"Oh?" No one can take away what she wants yet. The corners of Yuyao's mouth raised, "I want to decide on this painting."
Xicheng District.
This is an ancient building that is over a hundred years old, and it is also a private school. The ancient building is divided into three floors. The hall on the first floor is for receiving guests, where Confucius was ministering, the school hall on the second floor, and the library on the third floor. On the third floor, the competition is sitting.
Organizers and other relevant people. There is a large open-air venue in front of the building, and a group of spectators are crowding around it.
A gong sounded, and someone shouted: "Registration for the competition is about to close. Participants should hurry up and don't wait until late." In front of the registration table, the incense burnt to the bottom.
Ruanyao came slowly on horseback and threw a silver ingot on the table. Everyone was stunned, "Girl, what is this?"
She put away her umbrella and said: "Of course I signed up to compete."
The registrants looked at each other, and for the sake of the money, they immediately picked up their pens and asked, "May I ask the girl's name?"
"Xin Liuxiang."
There was an uproar all around, and no one in Yaocheng knew about Princess Liuxiang.
Ruanyao urged: "Why, people with the same name and surname are not allowed here?"
"This is not..."
"Then why don't you write it quickly?"
The man came back to his senses and immediately wrote down the words.
The gong sounded again, and someone had already put pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the desk. There were more than fifty people entering the venue.
The person in charge motioned to light incense aside, "Following the rules of previous years, it is still limited to one stick of incense. Today's topic does not include flowers, birds, fish, insects, nor landscape figures."
As soon as the rules came out, things immediately exploded.
"If you can't draw anything, is it still called painting?"
"Yes, this question is too strange!"
"You are obviously making things difficult for me." Before the game even started, someone had already dropped his pen and left the field angrily. It is self-aware to give up when faced with difficulties.
The chief stretched out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and ordered the attendants beside him, "Open it." The two people behind him immediately spread the scroll they were holding horizontally, and painted a picture of a boat swimming in the mountains and rivers, five people standing opposite the river, and houses and fishermen working. A picture of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River suddenly appeared on the paper. Looking at the whole picture, the area is vast and full of life and interest. This picture is none other than the whole picture of Xiaoxiang by Uncle Weng. The chief said: "This picture is the reward for today's winner. And today The theme of the competition..." He took two steps forward and shook out the scroll in the hand of another attendant. Accompanied by the sighs of the crowd, there was only a huge word "无" on the drawing paper, "The title of this competition is as follows As you all can see, you can recognize music even if there is no sound; you can know the flowers are blooming by smelling the fragrance. How can you let people know what you are thinking even though there is no ink? Just go with your heart."
Another gong sounded to announce the start of the game.
Ruoyao looked up at the third floor and smiled. This question is indeed difficult, and those who don’t pay attention will not get it, but do you want to stump her? Humph, it’s impossible.
When the stick of incense burns out, the gong sounds.
In less than a moment, all the paintings in the venue were collected. They were recorded in order of registration, and after a round of screening, only ten paintings remained.
Several people came up and moved tables, chairs and benches, and then a white-haired old gentleman came up. He was sitting in the middle of the court with a cheerful air. He pointed to the ancient building behind him and introduced: "My surname is Xiao, and he is the current director of the ancient private school. I was appointed at the critical moment, and today I will be appointed by you. I am here to evaluate your paintings. If you are dissatisfied, you can come up and discuss it with me."
No one said anything in the audience, so Mr. Xiao motioned to the people on the sidelines to raise the first drawing.
The thick ink on the paper depicts the bustling boat sheds in the Jiangnan water town. A puppy is running in the rainy alley, with two butterflies hovering around it.
The inscription on the side: Step on the flowers
Mr. Xiao said unhurriedly: "Everyone is familiar with the allusion of walking on flowers and returning home with the fragrance of horseshoes. This painting of Butterfly Playing Dog in Rain Alley is suspected of being copied. I don't want to say more." He waved his hand and instructed, "Next step. vice."
The two people on the side immediately raised the next pair.
There is a house in the painting, with light smoke and mist on the roof, duck footprints scattered in front of the door, and a knife lying on the ground. There are half-hoeed weeds and a discarded rake in the rice field. The old man took a sip of tea. He tapped the paper fan on his palms and said with a disappointed look on his face: "This young master must be hungry." As soon as the comment came out, it immediately aroused laughter.
Although the concept of this painting is not very good, it is the closest to the title. There are no characters or animals in the painting, but the characters and animals are highlighted, and it also expresses a past tense and a present tense. The cultivators stopped working and slaughtered Picking up a duck and cooking it is an ordinary portrayal, so it is shortlisted but not considered a masterpiece. It seems irrelevant but closely related, implicitly expressing and highlighting some things.
Ruanyao lay on the table and yawned out of boredom. She held her head up and squinted for a while. She could only vaguely hear Mr. Xiao repeating, "Next pair, next pair...".
After several comments, I have reached the last few paintings.
Suddenly, a loud shout came.
"Good! Good!" Mr. Xiao held the painting and exclaimed: "This painting is a top-quality painting, a top-quality painting!"
Yuyao woke up from her dream, looking around with one eye open and the other closed. She suddenly realized where she was and stood up slowly.
I saw several courtyards surrounded by clouds in the painting. There was a vat in the courtyard with a hazy moon in it. There was a table beside the house. On the table, there were three plates of snacks, a wine pot, a cup and two dishes. There were fireworks and firecrackers under the eaves.
You can see the lively scene in the house.
The inscription in the blank space is: Immortals share the appreciation.
What we share are friends, what we admire is the moon, which is not in the sky but in the water. This is called seeing flowers in the mist and fishing for the moon in the water. Fireworks and broken lamps, contrasting the inside and outside of the house, accentuate the excitement and desolation to the extreme.
Not to mention the concept, just the line drawing and color blur, everything is perfect, even the patterns on the mooncakes on the plate are outlined, and the totems on the eaves are clear, which shows that this person has very good skills.
Xiao Lao didn't even bother to discuss it, he raised the painting and shouted: "In this competition, the person with number 53 will be the winner."
Seeing that there was no objection from the third floor, the person in charge had no choice but to sound the gong and say, "The one with number 53 wins."
Ruanyao walked a few steps forward with an expressionless face. Just as she was about to take a look at the painting carefully drawn on the paper, another shout came from outside the circle: "Wait a minute!"
Looking back, a group of soldiers had already rushed forward, quickly separating the crowd and clearing a path. A girl in blue walked around the corner, her face covered with white gauze, and her face could not be seen clearly. The onlookers were not sure why.
Afraid of getting into trouble, she could only retreat in fear, leaving Ruiyao alone in white clothes. The girl in blue was followed by five or six burly men, with an imposing manner, like a hungry tiger, pounced on Lonely.
The only one in the shadow is Ruanyao. Unfortunately, Ruoyao is a crane that can reach the nine heavens, and is definitely not a little white rabbit that can be manipulated by others.
Looking at this grandeur, you don't have to think twice to know who is coming.
The girl stopped in front of Yuanyao, "Are you the winner?"
Without even thinking about it, Ruanyao said, "It's me." She was stunned for a moment and looked back at the painting in Mr. Xiao's hand.
Immortals sharing the feast? She suddenly remembered. Yes, this painting is just an imitation of the scene of the banquet on August 15th.
It turns out that she did win.
I didn't feel surprised, it was not expected.
She turned around and smiled, "Why, does the princess have any objections?"
The wind slowly rose, and the girl in front of him said: "In that case, can you give me the painting as a gift?"
Ruiyao turned around and took a few steps, as if she was thinking about it, then she suddenly stopped her feet and looked back, "What if I say no."
The girl in blue stood there quietly, with her hands folded in front of her belly, gracefully and politely. The girl behind her yelled: "Our princess personally begs you, don't give me a toast, and you will have to drink a fine wine as a penalty."
The girl in blue stopped and said, "Don't speak arrogantly." The girl immediately lowered her head and backed away. She called the servants to stop her, and then continued to persuade, "I wonder how the girl is willing to let the painting be with me?"
Ruanyao said matter-of-factly: "I came all the way here for this purpose, so naturally I won't sell it for a thousand gold."
The girl's voice became a little deeper, "I have spoken out. Today, this painting must be kept."
As if remembering something, Yuyao suddenly burst into laughter.
The girl was puzzled, "Why are you laughing?"
Yuyao said: "You are saying that this painting can only belong to Xin Liuxiang."
The girl said: "That's right."
Ruanyao smiled proudly and gestured to the registrant, "Please tell the princess my name, please."
"this……"
The girl next to the princess shouted angrily, "Why don't you tell me quickly?"
There was no other way, so the man could only bend forward and awkwardly opened the register to show her.
Taking a closer look, the three words on the paper were piercing to the point of pain, "You!"
"Impersonating?" Yuyao asked back: "There are no blood relatives in the world who look alike. The princess dares to say that there are no people with the same name and surname in the world?"
Although she was wearing a white gauze and couldn't see her expression clearly, we could still see the anger in her eyes. You can imagine how angry she was. "Okay, you have the guts." She turned around and said, "Let's go." The group of people looked defeated and anxious.
When I left the venue, there were cheers all around.
Someone next to her presented a scroll. She opened it and immediately whistled. The white horse on the roadside passed through the crowd and stopped outside. She got on the horse, bowed to the third floor, and rode away in front of everyone.
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Not long after leaving the city, the horse stopped rushing when he saw the tender grass beside it. Ruoyao looked at it and said with a smile: "Good guy, you are hungry and you don't even give me face. If you don't obey, I won't take you to see your uncle."
"As he said this, the man jumped down to the ground and patted its head, "Go ahead and come back when you're full."
This horse was extremely spiritual and ran away with a low cry.
Ruanyao walked forward with the painting in her arms. Someone behind her shouted: "Stop!" She just pretended not to hear and continued walking leisurely. In a blink of an eye, someone caught up with her and raised his hand to grab her shoulder.
The voice was full of energy, unlike ordinary people. The force on the shoulders was not strong, but the hardness that had been trained could be clearly felt, "Girl, don't go~"
She secretly felt luck in her palms and said straightly: "Do you want the painting in my hand?"
"What kind of painting do you want? What we want is you." The man raised his index finger to pick her white chin, but she turned her head away.
"The painting is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and I'm worthless. What do you want me to do?"
Another person said with a smile: "Although the painting is valuable, I prefer beautiful women~"
Yuyao's eyebrows were gentle, "Oh? Then have you heard a sentence?"
"What words?"
The inner strength in his hand is full. As long as he punches him out, he will never have a chance to survive. "That's it..."
"Let her go!"
There was a loud shout from behind, which forcibly dissipated the internal energy gathered in her hands. No one knew who it was, and Ruanyao stood quietly holding the painting, without looking back.
The two big men looked at the man who suddenly appeared and said angrily: "Where do these young men dare to stand in the way of the good things of the elders?"
The man sneered and said: "If you are interested, get out of here."
"You're looking for death!" The two big men hit each other as soon as they were told, and rushed over with iron fists raised. This man was also capable. He looked strong and moved very lightly. He took out his sword from its sheath and knocked it out with a few blows.
The waistbands of the two men's trousers were broken. The two eight-foot strong men held up their trousers with embarrassed and angry expressions on their faces: "Boy, just wait."
The man waved his hand and said, "It's better to leave without seeing you off."
The big man then jumped into the woods like the wind.
Although Yuanyao didn't look, she could guess Qiba just by listening to the voice. When it comes to scams, no one has won her over. One moment, she was smiling sinisterly, and the next moment, her eyes were closed, and she collapsed weakly. The man behind her
He immediately reached out and held her in his arms, "Girl, girl, are you okay?"
She woke up leisurely, pushed him away with a weak look on her face, hugged the painting and turned her back, looking extremely scared, "Who are you?"
"Don't be afraid, I have driven away the person who bullied you." He explained and introduced the reason for his coming, "I just saw the girl snatching paintings from the field, which was very exciting. I wanted to make friends with her when I caught up with her, but I didn't expect to meet her.
Such things. Oh, my dear, Yegurong, do you dare to ask the girl her name?"
Ye Gurong! Ruanyao's eyes widened, filled with surprise. This name is imprinted on almost everyone's heart in this dynasty. People say that Ye Gurong is a rising star in the world and will unify the Central Plains.
.If you get in touch with this person, then today's experience will not be in vain. It's just that this person knows the current situation and is still in enemy territory. He dares to tell a strange woman his real name easily. This is definitely not a general.
What he would do. Why on earth would he do it?
"girl?"
She came back to her senses and said: "Since you are in the competition, how can you not know my name?"
"I don't believe your real name is Xin Liuxiang." The two looked at each other and smiled, and he grabbed her arm and said, "Come on, I'll help you sit by the roadside."
"Thank you, sir." The two of them sat down on the big stone by the road. The girl looked handsome and the boy looked handsome, like a follow-up scene of a hero saving a beauty. It is said that people are separated by their stomachs, and neither of them is a good person. Yuyao wanted to find out some information.
He asked in a roundabout way: "Is the young master a native of Yaocheng?"
"Oh, just passing by."
"Really?" She made some mental calculations and pretended to be puzzled, "The young master's surname does not sound like he is from the Central Plains, but he has the same name as a current general."
He smiled, "The girl can be similar to Princess Yaocheng, why can't I have the same name as the general?"
Ruiyao stood up abruptly, pretending to be angry, "Young master, I can't tell the truth from the lie. I don't know if he is intentionally deceiving, or if he is deliberately targeting the matter I had with the princess before."
Ye Gurong was just joking and didn't expect her to be really angry. He was so frightened that he immediately stood up and said, "Girl, don't be angry. I'm just joking with the girl. Don't take it seriously."
She said aggrievedly: "Then who are you and why do you want to get acquainted with me?"
"To be honest, I am indeed Ye Gurong. Don't be afraid, girl. I have no ill intentions. I just appreciate her talent and come here sincerely."
She turned around suddenly and looked into his eyes, her mood was not bad at all, and she was happy and relieved, "Are you serious?"
"Nothing false."
But Yuyao said: "You are so sincere, you are not afraid of losing money."
"How to say?"
She held the painting while pacing, "Currently, Feng Yuan and Yuan are fighting each other. Although you, the Jingguo Army, are in the third party and are not involved, you are also an enemy to Feng Xin. If I reveal your identity at this time,
, if you don’t, all your previous efforts will be wasted and your success will be defeated.”
"If a girl can clearly see the current relationship between countries, she will naturally not be someone who covets gold and silver."
Their eyes met each other, as if they were saying that they had known each other for a long time, and there was nothing genuine about the friendship shown by Yao Yao. As for Ye Gurong, she did not dare to confirm. Looking at him for too long would reveal some flaws, so she had to smile shyly and turn around to avoid his eyes.
Eyes.
Ye Gurong approached her and glanced at the painting in her hand, "Young girl has come all the way to Yaocheng, what extraordinary significance does this painting have to the girl?" He saw her frowning, as if she remembered something unhappy.
Regarding the matter, Ye Gurong immediately said: "Girl, don't be surprised. I definitely didn't mean to mention the sad thing about the girl."
"It doesn't matter." She shook her head and smiled, and it took her a long time to explain the matter in a feeble voice, "When I was young, there was a flood in my hometown, and my mother took me all the way north to look for my father who had left home. At that time,
My mother-in-law has suffered a lot for me, but it’s a pity that I never have the chance to repay her for her kindness in raising me.” After that, she raised her sleeves and wiped the corners of her eyes.
He was not good at comforting him. After being quiet for a while, he asked, "What happened after that? Did you find your father?"
Ruanyao shook her head, "After my mother died, I followed the crowd and made a living selling paintings, traveling around eight countries. I had no home and nowhere to go." This tragic life experience is in line with her current appearance. It's just a fact.
Not so. Ruoyao was born with a vicious temperament, unlike the girls from Jiangnan. When she was twelve years old, her father secretly had another woman and her mother was useless. In anger, she killed her own father for making a big mistake and was sentenced to death.
Forced to no avail. On a stormy night, the wind was so strong that she could not open her eyes. On the bamboo forest path, the man dressed in white, holding an umbrella, stood quietly in the middle of the road, like a stone statue, motionless. Ruiyao was afraid
To the extreme, she thought that the officers and soldiers were coming to capture her and behead her, so she rushed forward, grabbed his hand, and bit her.
If it hadn't been for that bite, Fu Xuan wouldn't have even looked at her. It was precisely because of this bite that she had the chance to go to Tianmu Peak.
"It's my fault that I brought up the girl's sadness. In order to make up for my mistake, tonight, at the poetry meeting in the city, can the girl please come to the table and drink a glass of wine from me to express my apology?"
Ruoyao woke up from her memories and realized after hearing about the poetry meeting. The so-called poetry and painting competition, it turns out that painting takes place in half a day and poetry takes place in the evening? She came to Yaocheng just for this picture. Since the picture has been obtained, of course there is no need to stay longer.
But he didn't mean what he said, and what came out of his mouth turned out to be, "Young Master invited me, there is no reason not to go."
She didn't refuse, and Ye Gurong was happy from the bottom of his heart. His resolute face was full of joy. He was so direct that Yunyao couldn't control it. She just lowered her head and looked away. Seeing in Ye Gurong's eyes,
But he has such a shy face.
"In the evening, we will meet under the big banyan tree at the city gate."
Ruanyao nodded, "See you there or see you." The horse in the distance knew the right time, and when it neighed to attract attention, Ruiyao immediately got up and got on the horse.
Ye Gurong followed after a few steps and said, "Young lady, you haven't told me your name yet."
Ruanyao raised her whip and her horse, and said loudly: "Yaoyao, my name is Ruanyao."
The figure in white was already far away, but Ye Gurong's thoughts seemed to follow him. He just repeated stupidly, "Yu Yao..."
After a while, the two big men came out of the woods and said aggrievedly: "Brother, our two brothers have given up their shame for you. Don't forget your loyalty!"
Yegruong raised his head and laughed, "If I can hold the beauty back, your sacrifice will not be in vain."
Here, Ruanyao was on horseback because she had already sensed someone following her. Passing through a forest, the man in black who had been following him for a long time finally appeared and came flying towards him with a sharp sword. Ruanyao pulled out the paper umbrella from the white horse's backpack.
She opened a block, put her feet on the horse's back, and immediately flew into the air like a dragonfly on the water. The man in black stepped on the tree trunk and raised his sword again to fly out. She carried the paper umbrella on her shoulders and spun from the air to the ground, like a fairy descending to earth. She saw the man in black attacking again.
Come, immediately use your umbrella as a sword to block and push him, making him unable to catch him.
The man in black was very fast and powerful, and Ruiyao didn't dare to bear it. In the blink of an eye, he asked him to occupy the top position, kicked him twice in the air, and was forced to panic.
When a sword passes through it, paper cannot defeat the blade.
Ruoyao was forced to retreat and almost sat on the ground. This fight was too humiliating. She was so angry that she yelled: "You Jiang, you are too cruel."
The man in black sheathed his sword and said, "Miss, I'm afraid you've neglected your practice these days. I haven't tried my best yet."
"You!" I can't get any advantage with my words, and I can't help being angry in my heart. Looking at the white umbrella in the dust, Ruanyao sighed: "It's a pity for my umbrella."
After looking around and seeing no other figures, You Jiang asked, "Miss Yuyao, is the young master also here?"
Ruanyao told the truth, "Uncle Master has rushed to Baiyue."
"In that case, I'll leave first."
"Hey!" She stretched out her hand to stop him, "You came in a hurry, but what did you bring with you, Master?"
You Jiang said: "Although the Lord is thousands of miles away, he has already understood everything."
Ruanyao pursed her lips and said with a guilty conscience: "There is no need for such a big battle regarding Baiyue. It won't matter if I don't go."
"My lady has always been decisive in her actions, but there are some things that cannot be impulsive. The Lord has sent you to follow the young master again and again, but I hope you can learn a bit of the young master's kindness."
"Mercy?" It sounded a little funny, so he really laughed, "He hasn't learned it yet, how can he ask me to learn it?"
"Miss, you are ambitious. You are by no means an ordinary woman. Don't miss the opportunity just because you are too playful." Having said this, You Jiang could not say more.
Hearing something in his words, Ruiyao's heart tightened, "What did you just hear?"
You Jiang said: "You Jiang knows very well what should be said and what should not be heard. Miss, there is no need to hold grudges."
I don’t know if what he said is true or not, but even if he went to Fuxiang and complained, the master would not do anything to her. From the outside, he just thought that she fell in love with that Yegurong. When I thought about it, I felt sad in my heart.
He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What kind of grudge do I have in my heart? Master, he hasn't paid much attention to me recently. I'm afraid he has no expectations for me long ago."
"The master and the young lady have a master-student relationship after all, and there should be no quarrels." After saying this, he cupped his fists and said, "I still have something to report to the young master, so I will leave without further delay."
"Wait a minute, I'll go with you..." she called to him, but was still confused. Anyway, the painting was in hand, and as for Ye Gurong... "You wait for me half a stick of incense, I'll be back as soon as I go."
Without waiting for his reply, he turned his horse's head and galloped away.
All the way back to the city, there was no trace of Ye Gurong. I stopped under the banyan tree and waited, but no one else came. Seeing that the time agreed with You Jiang had come, I had no choice but to grab the children playing under the banyan tree.
"Sister, can I ask you a favor?" She had no other tokens except money. She picked up the picture of Xiaoxiang and handed it to the older boy. She also borrowed the fortune teller's pen and paper to write a letter.
When leaving, the old man seemed to have a deep meaning, "Looking at the girl's eyebrows, they are absolutely ordinary. But the moon waxes and wanes, and the water overflows. Girls should not overestimate everything, otherwise everything will be in vain in the end."
Ruiyao never believed in these tricks, so she got on her horse and pretended not to hear.
Seeing that she was about to leave, the Taoist hurriedly stood up and said, "We have a close relationship. Don't forget the words Shanren gave to the girl."
Before night fell, Ye Gurong changed his clothes and came under the banyan tree. When the children saw him, they immediately ran over and said, "Brother, this painting and this letter were given to us by a sister in white."
Leave it to you."
"Sister in white?" He reacted instantly, "Did she say anything?"
The child shook his head and said, "I just told you." After saying that, he turned around and ran away.
Ye Gurong took the letter and opened it, and saw the beautiful handwriting on it, "Brother Rong: Ruiyao was born wandering, and she was destined to be a helpless person. Fortunately, she was given love, but she was not blessed to accept it. Farewell today, or forever.
, I gave this painting to the young master as a keepsake. I hope to see you again someday."
Looking at the red sunset in the distance, Ye Gurong felt a little strange in his heart. Two big men came up behind him and said in a tone of disbelief, "Brother, is it so easy to get a painting?"
Ye Gurong threw the scroll to him and said, "Let's go meet the princess."