dragon pen

The next morning, Zhu Jiuyin was woken up by the sound of people walking around and talking. He realized that there was someone in the room, and it was inconvenient for him to move. I don't know when this small room is full of people, it can be described as very lively.There were a few girls standing in front of the door with their heads bowed, one of them was holding a copper basin, the second was holding porridge on the tray, the third was holding a few dishes of delicate side dishes, and the fourth was a dish. Bowl of brown roux.

Zhu Jiuyin doubted for a moment, his eyes rolled, and he subconsciously looked in a certain direction, and then even at a glance, he saw that the head of the bed was full of people standing on three floors inside and three floors outside, and the building mark was there, and it was bending right now. Bend down and talk to the person on the bed...

Why is he so idle?

Not morning?Do not handle official documents?Don't practice martial arts to strengthen your body?

This country will end sooner or later.

Zhu Jiuyin curled her lips, feeling extremely disdainful in her heart.At this moment, out of the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of an old man with the appearance of a doctor coming out from behind the building mark, sitting by the bed, feeling the pulse of the black-haired boy in a coat on the bed.

Only then did Zhu Jiuyin take a good look at the central protagonist who was busy with everyone for a while. The person who was obviously fine last night, now his skin is as white as paper, and he is listless. He has become a sick cat.

It is self-evident who the soup is for the little girl at the door.

Zhu Jiuyin listened attentively. According to the doctor, Zhang Ziyao probably didn't pay attention to rest in the past two days. Yesterday, the wind blew again, and he contracted the cold. Have a meal……

And so on.

Barbara.

Zhu Jiuyin's eyelids twitched wildly when he heard it, and when those doctors and girls were gone, Lou Hen explained some nonsense about Zhang Ziyao taking good care of himself, and then left... Waiting for everyone to go away , the room finally quieted down, Zhu Jiuyin raised her hand and scratched her stomach uncomfortably, and wanted to say something, but the words came to her lips: "It's early in the morning, so many people are invited into the house and you don't want to talk to me." Are you trying to make me look bad by saying hello in advance?"

The bed was quiet for a while, and when Zhu Jiuyin almost thought that he would not be able to wait for an answer, he heard Zhang Ziyao say slowly, "Sorry."

The young man lowered his head and scratched his face, it seemed that he really felt that Zhu Jiuyin was being very unreasonable... Zhu Jiuyin was speechless, and at the same time felt that the tree branch under his buttocks had inexplicably grown barbs and panicked, so he moved The buttocks changed their sitting position, and they had nothing to say: "What's wrong with your face?"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ziyao raised his hand to touch his face.

The appearance of repeating the question following Zhu Jiuyin is very cute, it must be an illusion.Zhu Jiuyin's eyelids twitched, and she twisted her face away with her sleeves covered: "Ink, ink."

Zhang Ziyao was stunned for a moment, and realized that Zhu Jiuyin said that there were ink stains on his face, so he got out of bed and took a picture in front of the bronze mirror, then looked down at his hands, only to find that there were indeed uncleaned ink marks on his hands.

Where is it?

Zhang Ziyao thought about it carefully, he didn't touch the brush yesterday... Could it be that he accidentally touched the inkstone while asking questions in the book and ink workshop?

Just as he was confused, Zhu Jiuyin's particularly worried reminder came from behind him: "Put on your shoes, put on your shoes, ah, you're still barefoot when you're sick..."

"It's not cold on the ground."

"The atmosphere of the earth is cold, shit is not cold, wear shoes, I will suffer so many crimes with you for nothing if you die."

Zhang Ziyao was stupefied with foul language again, but he didn't refute. He obediently said "Oh" and jumped back to the bedside to put on his shoes. He also pulled off his clothes and put them on his shoulders. Are you ready?"

"..." Seeing the warm smile on that sickly face, Zhu Jiuyin felt as if he had punched the cotton with a fist, and the feeling of restlessness returned, and the arrogance on the handsome face of the man in the painting was wiped away. He muffled, "Little idiot, what's going on with you?"

"what?"

"We met by chance," Zhu Jiuyin said, "You care so much about that Zihu's life and death, and you are devoted to her, don't really be..."

"After listening to Zihu's singing that night, I found that her singing is obviously better than Xuewu Fangfei, but because she doesn't have gorgeous clothes and accessories, she is overwhelmed by others, and she is not worth it."

"I don't remember that you are such a righteous person."

"Later, I couldn't help gossiping with the prince, but I didn't expect the content of the conversation to spread. Now that the second selection has not started yet, Zihu has been overwhelmed by rumors. I can't help her... "

"...That's why you came to ask me if I can steal the Queen Mother's clothes and wear them?"

"Ah."

"The price of your gossip is a bit expensive. Promise me, don't break your mouth next time. This time it's clothes. I'm afraid you will have to borrow the moon from Chang'e next time."

"……Oh."

The topic of one person and one dragon came to an end for the time being. The sick Zhang Ziyao was not only quiet but also very well-behaved. This made Zhu Jiuyin feel like he was bullying a child if he continued to taunt... Shut up and think twice, and in the end he still Sighing, he suddenly said without thinking: "I'm sorry for not discovering that you fell ill in time last night."

Zhang Ziyao raised his head: "Huh?"

Before he could say "what does it have to do with you", he saw the person in the painting suddenly raised his right hand, and the large black robe slid down to his wrist, revealing a small section of strong arm, which went up along the arm, only Seeing a mass of smudged thick ink appearing on his slender fingertips, Zhu Jiuyin turned his wrist, and the thick ink dispersed, and a delicate wolf hair brush appeared in his hand in the next second.

Zhang Ziyao's eyes widened slightly.

Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyes and glanced at him, as if he was satisfied with his reaction. At the same time, he flicked his left hand, and a long blank scroll appeared in his hand.

"The immortal artifact of the Queen Mother's outer robe is also called Jiulu Huanyueyi, which collects the essence of moonlight and is made of thousand-year-old ice silk—"

With a wave of his right hand, Zhu Jiuyin drew an ethereal ink line on the scroll spread out with his left hand.

Zhang Ziyao reacted and exclaimed in surprise: "Ninety-nine!"

"Shut up." The man snorted softly and continued without raising his head, "Jiulu Huanyue Yi is as light as a feather, cold and close to the skin, this is 'Jiulu', ordinary water and fire sharp blades cannot be easily damaged. The Taishang Laojun who once stewed Sun Monkey's eyes to make them glowing eyes can't do anything about it, it's really..."

"Why do you burn such a good thing in a medicine furnace?"

"It's just a metaphor. If you want a prestigious title, will you shut up or not?"

"Oh."

"It is really a great tool for home travel and banquets. It was born to bathe in the moonlight. At night, the clothes are like broken moonlight pouring on the feathers. , hence the name Jiulu Huanyueyi."

After Zhu Jiuyin said that, his hands paused, and after appreciating his own work, he flicked his sleeve robe lightly, turned the picture scroll around, and at the same time turned his face away in an arrogant manner: "Take it, just follow the picture , I will treat it as if I didn’t take care of your apology.”

"Jiujiu, you are too polite..."

Zhang Ziyao leaned forward expectantly, and then stopped about three fingers away from the scroll, the surprise on his face froze, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a closer look——

"How?" Zhu Jiuyin asked.

Zhang Ziyao was shocked: "Isn't this the flying feather robe of the Seven Fairies?"

Zhu Jiuyin was also startled, and turned the scroll back to look at it by himself: "How does it look like? Have you ever seen Feitian Yuyi?"

Zhang Ziyao waved his hand: "No, it's said in the folk notebook that when Mr. Dong saw Feitian Yuyi for the first time, he thought it was an ordinary diaper and wrapped it around his child's buttocks. He didn't expect that child to fly into the air. Then... poof!"

Before he could finish speaking, he bent over hahahaha.

The more Zhu Jiuyin listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. Finally, he realized that Zhang Ziyao was laughing at the Jiulu Huanyue clothes he drew like a diaper, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot. But at his feet, the black-haired boy was holding the table Laughing out of breath: "What is this! Hahahahaha, why do you have such a poor level to laugh at my painting of a kingfisher like a duck? You really have no shame!"

"..."

Amidst Zhang Ziyao's cheerful laughter, Zhu Jiuyin waved his hand sullenly, and the scroll immediately shattered into thousands of pieces and scattered in the wind.

"Oh, don't tear it up." Seeing that he was really angry, Zhang Ziyao quickly stopped laughing, leaned over and poked the man's feet in the painting with his finger, "Although the painting is not very good, you can still keep it as a reference. ..."

Zhu Jiuyin shook her legs to avoid his hand: "Jiu Luhuan Yueyi looks plain! Why not call it a diaper! You have never seen the world, just laugh at me..."

"Whether it looks like a diaper or not, you can tell when you borrow it."

Zhang Ziyao spread out the scroll with a smile and began to grind ink.

Zhu Jiuyin closed her mouth, and looked down at the young man who was standing in front of the table with great displeasure. Seeing that his shoulders were thin and deliberate, she finally said, "Forget it if you can't borrow it. It's a fairy weapon anyway, so don't try to be brave... ...It's just a few gossips, you don't need to put your life on it."

"Paint for a while, but you won't die."

"That's right." Zhu Jiuyin said angrily, "What does it matter to me whether you die or not?"

"I know you care about me." Zhang Ziyao smiled until his eyes became crescents. He gently untied the delicate pen at his waist, dipped it in ink and stood it on the paper. Nine, let's get started."

"...Jiuluhuanyue gauze, shaped like flowing water, as thin as a cicada's wing, soft in texture, too thick in ink, too hard in lines, wrong, try again."

then.

A cup of tea time passed.

Two cups of tea time passed.

An hour has passed.

Two hours passed.

When the sun gradually fell into the asymptote between the sky and the earth, the billowing clouds in the entire sky were burned into a beautiful crimson.The young man has always maintained the posture of standing by the table during the day, the only difference is that the waste drawing papers piled up at his feet are already countless, and his whole body is almost submerged in those paintings. paper.

In the picture scroll hanging on the wall behind him, the tall man folded his sleeves and dozed off bit by bit. The whole room was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground, except You can hear the "rustling" sound when the brush rubs against the rice paper.

Three full hours have passed, and the young man who was already sick stood motionless in front of the table. He didn't look tired at this moment, and his black pupils were focused on the drawing paper in front of him——on the drawing paper. , the thick and thin ink lines outline a gauze dress that seems to be floating in the clouds. The hem of the gauze dress is layered and poured out. With ancient runes...

The boy frowned slightly, and the pen hovered at the end.

"Nine-nine?"

He called the name of the person in the painting behind him in a low voice, and the dozing person woke up, lazily opened his eyes and yawned, and said in a sleepy voice: "The two points at the end of the drawstring are red, For Zhu Rong's blessing, you still go to find some cinnabar... Hiss, doesn't it hurt?"

Zhu Jiuyin woke up from a doze, frowning as she watched the boy in front of the desk prick her finger, drip the blood into a clean small dish, and mix it with light ink, turning it into a strange red, that red Dyeing the rice paper does not look awkward at all, but it looks like the color it should have after the interlaced dark and light lines.

Zhu Jiuyin blinked, feeling a little shocked in his heart. Right now, on the drawing paper on the table, he outlined the nine-point true face of Jiu Luhuanyue Yi in his memory, especially the two special red and red on the ribbon. The only crescent moon decoration on the neckline... Zhu Jiuyin couldn't help but take another look at Zhang Ziyao, and couldn't help but wonder whether his poor drawing skills before were just pretending to be tricky, or did such outbursts really happen occasionally.

"Nine-nine?"

"Ah."

"Does it look like it?"

"Ah."

"But I can't take it out." Zhang Ziyao lowered his eyes and turned around the table, "What's wrong?"

"What, did you fail again? I told you that the clothes are ancient fairy artifacts. If you want to get them, it's really..."

Zhu Jiuyin paused suddenly, and looked out the window thoughtfully, Zhang Ziyao followed him curiously, and then found out that the sun just sank into the horizon and disappeared into the sky outside the window, and as night fell, the moon revealed half of its face from behind the clouds Come.

When the moonlight poured in from the window and shone on the table, the silver light became brighter and brighter as if it had been collected by some objects. In the end, the light was so dazzling that Zhang Ziyao had to raise his hand to cover his eyes!

At this time, the clouds were clear and the clouds were moving, and the unlit house was filled with moonlight, and the fish in the pond in the courtyard outside the house came out of the water one after another, blowing bubbles and breaking a full moon.

A gust of wind blows.

The light emitted from the hut gradually dimmed from the outside to the inside, and soon, the small wing returned to calm, and no one even knew what happened inside.