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"You also believe this?" Luo Hua despised Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu continued to explain: "I heard that the Emperors carry that painting with them everywhere. That painting was left by their ancestors. The person on the painting is that disaster. Several generations of Emperors have searched for it for hundreds of years. It's easy to find, and the souls that haven't been hooked are gone."

"That's right. That's a character." Luo Hua stood up, "If we have a chance, we'll also see this strange person who walked down from the painting. You should leave now. My time is resting."

Seeing that Luohua issued the order to chase away guests, Xiao Yu had no choice but to leave. 20171219

Putting down the curtain, Luo Hua sat alone in front of the table, slowly took out the dazzled Danqing painting from her arms, and laughed at herself: "I also have a person in the painting. It's just..." Unfold Danqing, Luo Hua I can no longer see his appearance clearly, and my heart is astringent and sad.Knowing that she shouldn't miss it, Luo Hua still couldn't help it. After feeling melancholy for a while, she carefully folded it and put it back in her bosom, hiding it in her heart.

For the Emperor's sudden change in military strategy, Liu Shui was not in a hurry to prove it, but accompanied him to eat as usual, and then sat in the tent, read a book, and drank tea.Liang Siran focused on painting for him with great interest, hoping to paint a more vivid and moving portrait than his ancestors.But it has been tried and tested, so I have been watching and painting.

Flowing water doesn't go out easily, and Chenxi has no reason to rush in, while Minghuo Qixing concentrates on preparing for the battle, and everyone spends a few days in peace.Suddenly a soldier reported that a large number of enemy troops had assembled on the front line.With the order of Minghuo Qixing, everyone also dressed up and started to fight.

"Why don't you apply to go to the battlefield?" Liang Siran saw the outline of the flowing water clearly, and wrote carefully, trying to achieve the best effect with every stroke.But after writing, I always feel that something is missing.

Liu Shui was dressed in a plain white robe, her long hair was coiled on her head, a finely carved wooden hairpin was stuck in it, and she was reading a strategy book in her hand.It's not that he didn't answer Liang Siran's question, but he just didn't know how to explain it?It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he has no skill. He is a living target as soon as he enters the field, and any soldier can hack himself to death.And Liu Shui didn't want to die so early.In order to survive, why not be a coward, a coward, or a coward: "The emperor wants me to go to the battlefield?"

"Of course not." Liang Siran dipped some turquoise paint to add color to the painting.

"Since the Emperor is unwilling, why should I trouble myself." Liu Shui didn't want to talk too much, let the past be over.

"Oh." Liang Siran looked at the painting, looked at the people, and wondered how to draw a picture like his ancestors: "Why don't you ask me why I am a coward?"

"Human Emperor is the king of the world, how can he be a coward." Liu Shui slowly understood the book's saying that retreat is advance, "Human Emperor is just waiting for the right time to attack properly, killing two birds with one stone."

Hearing Liu Shui's words, Liang Siran stopped the pen in his hand, and slightly raised his head to look at Liu Shui who was concentrating on reading: "The one who knows me is like water." Liang Siran continued to paint with a smile, feeling that today's paintings are much more beautiful than before.

Turning the pages of the running water, I feel a little worried about the morning and evening of the expedition.I heard that Mulang Xiyuan invited Jin Yu's family to help out.Although Jin Yu's family had suffered a disastrous defeat before, the starved camel was bigger than the horse, and it was not without threat to fight again with armor on.It's just that I don't know how many layers of troops Jin Yu's family has brought, plus Mu Lang's army, whether Chen Xi's soldiers can carry it.It was too quiet outside the tent, just like last time, the quietness made people feel uneasy.

"Who are you worried about?" Liang Siran glanced at Liu Shui and found that his expression was a little stagnant.

Liu Shui turned another page before finishing reading: "I'm not worried about anyone, I'm just guessing who will win this time."

"Who do you want to lose and who wins?" Liang Siran finished the last stroke, picked up the whole painting, looked at the person in the painting with delicate features, blue silk and white robe, handsome and extraordinary, but his expression was still a little off.

"Since I have taken refuge in the Underworld Fire Army, I naturally hope that they can win." Although Liu Shui has never competed with the Underworld Fire Seven Stars, he has heard a lot about it, and knows that the Underworld Fire Army is not an idle generation.

Liang Siran put down the painting, walked slowly to Liu Shui, brushed away his book, looked into his bright eyes: "Really?" Liang Siran couldn't see the other kind of emotion in Liu Shui's eyes, "If I When you go to the battlefield, will you miss it so much?" Liang Siran saw Liu Shui's eyes flicker, and then regained his composure.

"Since I am your bodyguard, I will be where you are." Liu Shui was very calm about Liang Siran's confrontation.

Liang Siran supported the chair with both hands, which was equivalent to trapping the flowing water in the middle, and leaned down, smiling a little ambiguously: "Really." When he found the flowing water, Liang Siran didn't think about following the will to kill the flowing water and let him go to accompany him earlier. The ancestors under the underworld.But even the person on the painting is not willing to abandon it, so how could Liang Siran be willing to take Liushui, a living being, to be buried with his ancestors.This is also a factor why Liang Siran is somewhat reluctant to go back to Dadu.At least give him some fame, and return to Dadu, so that he can justifiably keep him to assist Jiangshan.With this in mind, Liang Siran agreed to Liu Shui to participate in the discussion.Regardless of the success or failure of this battle, Liang Siran should be famous and put his head on Liu Shui's head, so that he can stay as a matter of course.

Liu Shui wanted to respond with a smile, but couldn't make it out, so he could only insist: "This is what subordinates should do."

"Subordinate? What if I want to bring the position of subordinate closer?" Liang Siran got closer and closer.

The noses of the two were about to touch each other, and the running water immediately brushed away, and their fingers tightly pinched the surrounding things to soothe their nervous mood.

Seeing Liushui's very cramped appearance, Liang Siran suddenly laughed, and stood up straight: "Ruoshui, are you despising me?" Ever since Liushui was willing to follow Liang Siran, both of them strictly abide by etiquette, respect each other as guests, and never overstep Act of.But the longer the jar of wine was brewed, the more drunk Liang Siran became, wanting to leave some imprints while he was drunk in the flowing water.

Liu Shui also stood up and apologized: "It's my subordinate who is being more polite." Liu Shui and Liang Siran have always maintained a relationship on purpose.As long as there is the slightest sign, the running water will take the liberty to interrupt.Already ashamed of Chenxi, Liu Shui didn't want the same shame to be transferred to Liang Siran.Although he understands what it means to choose, Liu Shui hopes that there is room for such a choice.

Liang Siran didn't force it: "Ruoshui, how would you like to see my painting today?" Liang Siran was very satisfied when Liu Shui was willing to stay by his side.Now I want more, so Liang Siran can't restrain himself.

Seeing the painting Liang Siran held up, Liu Shui didn't know how to evaluate it, it's very good?alike?it is me?But Liu Shui didn't see any resemblance to himself from the person in the painting.It's just a picture, a simple picture.Liu Shui looked at Liang Siran who was waiting eagerly, like a child waiting for candy but couldn't bear to tell the truth, so he could only deal with it: "Not bad."

But Liang Siran held onto it: "Where is it good?" In order to prove that it is really good, Liang Siran is also carefully observing where the progress has been made.Look at the painting for a while, and look at the flowing water for a while.I found that Liu Shui has a cold face, and the corners of the mouth in the painting are a little raised, but the cold face without running water is pleasing to the eye.Liang Siran thought of the painting of his ancestor again, the flowing water in the painting didn't smile, but there was spirit in his eyes.Looking at his own words again, Liang Siran finally saw what was wrong with him.Putting the painting flat on the table, Liang Siran looked at the flowing water on the painting, his eyes glazed over, a failure among failures.In a rage, Liang Siran swung the brush and drew a long line on the painting.So much hard work is ruined.

When Liu Shui stopped Liang Siran's hand with sharp eyes and quick hands, he found that his face in the painting was completely changed.

Liang Siran looked at the flowing water, and couldn't hear the sadness in his words: "I will draw another one for you tomorrow."

Liu Shui let go, and was about to step back, but was held back by Liang Siran: "You don't think so, do you?"

When I saw Liang Siran's eyes, it seemed that there was a puddle of clear water, and the flowing water couldn't tell the truth.When I first saw that painting, Liu Shui felt that it was the original self, bound by invisible ropes, unable to speak in pain, and shed tears when touched by sadness, lonely, afraid, helpless, fragile, So it caused the strong discomfort of running water.But now, Liang Siran has nothing to do, painting himself all day long, but Liu Shui doesn't think it's him.Liu Shui couldn't see himself from the painting, before or now, Liang Siran really didn't draw it.

Seeing the running water aside, Liang Siran also understood, let go, and threw the pen away: "I'm tired."

Liu Shui withdrew his hand and prepared to retreat.

"Stay and have dinner with me." Liang Siran always had a happy expression, but now he missed some disappointment, and his words were also stiff.

Eunuch Li, who was standing by, knew that Liang Siran was in a bad mood, so he immediately sent an order for dinner.Liang Siran didn't eat much of this meal, and the running water was a symbolic move of his chopsticks.

Eunuch Li saw the timing: "My emperor, it's better to take a nap when you're full."

Liang Siran nodded dully, Eunuch Li winked at Liu Shui, and Liu Shui left happily.

After serving Liang Siran to take a break, Eunuch Li took a moment to go back to his room, and took out the painting of his ancestors. Although he was old and dazzled, Eunuch Li also saw a trick.There are still some marks left on the painting, but the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting are still the same, and the cold appearance is lifelike.Eunuch Li sighed: "I think Mr. Shangshan hasn't revealed the truth yet. Of course, my emperor can't describe it." After putting away the scroll again, Eunuch Li rushed back to the studio, put Liang Siran's scrapped scroll back, and put it in another room A house of clutter.Seeing the discarded paintings of Liang Siran neatly arranged layer by layer inside, Eunuch Li felt a little sorry for him. He superimposed today's painting on top of it, and the painting below trembled slightly.Eunuch Li, who watched Liang Siran grow up from a young age, couldn't help sighing: "Thanks for your hard work, my emperor." He searched for and loved him in all ways, but he couldn't find it.Whether you like it or hate it, the only thing you are afraid of is that you don't move at all.

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Two of the three paintings were destroyed, and one remained unremarkable. . .