dragon pen

Later, Zihu disappeared.

No one knows where she went, some said she went to live a good life with the gold and silver treasures rewarded by the emperor; some said she stayed in the palace and became a concubine; Bear the grudge, the fragrance disappears and the jade dies...

For a while there were different opinions.

However, Zihu is just a little singer. Soon, everyone's attention was attracted by other people.

A few months later, another year of winter came. On this day, early in the morning, people could smell the unusual water vapor in the air. Sure enough, after a while, the first snow of the year fell from the sky.

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year, this king thought it would be a good omen, but as expected, let's see who I expect to come?"

Behind the table, Lou Hen looked at the black-haired boy not far away with a smile, and thought his appearance with half of his pointed chin hidden in his collar was very cute.

Zhang Ziyao is dull, and can't feel the strangeness of the other party. He just lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Your lord has been waiting for a long time. Let's see, lord. Can this painting make up for the crime committed by Brother Yu?"

Lou Hen let out a "huh" and teased "You are good at drawing", and then glanced at Zhang Ziyao with a smile, and seemed to be looking forward to grabbing the scroll that Zhang Ziyao just presented, shaking it away lightly, so his eyes were not serious The smile was quickly replaced by surprise.

"This is……"

There is no such thing in the picture scroll.

The only plum tree, one bird, one person.

The bird with emerald green feathers stands on the top of the tree and bows its head. Its small head is focused on the person under the tree. The beautiful woman under the tree is wearing a dark blue rolled silver shawl, her back is facing the person outside the painting, and she can only vaguely see With her tall nose and long eyelashes, she seems to be looking at the kingfisher on the branch.

The gorgeous emerald crown on its head will never be forgotten by anyone who participated in the birthday banquet of the current Holy Spirit in late autumn.People lamented that Zihu disappeared inexplicably, and even the most beautiful emerald feather crown they had ever seen was missing. It was a pity, but they did not expect that after many days, this thing was reproduced vividly on the scroll.

What's even better is that at this moment, snow is falling in the picture scroll. When the snow is thickening on the treetops, the little kingfisher jumps down from the tree and lands on the shoulder of the person under the tree, shaking off the snow. The snow on the body.

The painting is silent, one person and one bird, but it seems that there are endless sorrows to express, all of which are thrown to the ground silently with the falling snow.

"It's a good painting, and the successor of Dianlongbi really deserves its reputation. How did you do it?" Lou Hen put down the scroll and asked in shock.

"Nothing, just do your best."

Zhang Ziyao smiled lightly, bowed slightly, and answered modestly.

Saying goodbye to King Rui, he returned to the small courtyard he had been familiar with for more than half a year, carefully looked around every corner of the courtyard, then took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and then went back to the room.

The young man swept the snow off his shoulders, raised his head, his eyes were heavy, and he said to the empty room, "Jiujiu, I'm back."

After a long time, a lazy magnetic male voice sounded in the room: "I think you are actively recommending yourself to be a painter in the royal palace, so you know how to come back."

"I've kicked the jar of vinegar." Zhang Ziyao smiled, his eyes were like crescent moons, "It's just to send paintings, oh, the prince is very satisfied, from now on, I'm free!"

While talking, he walked into the room, stopped in front of a picture scroll, raised his head and smiled, and talked to the man in Chinese clothes sitting on a pine branch hiding from the snow in the picture scroll. The latter listened to his report happily and was noncommittal , just snorted arrogantly: "I'm so happy, the matter is not over yet, that golden emerald feather ornament has condensed the soul of that little fat chirp, and now it is extraordinary, what do you do..."

Before he finished speaking, he watched Zhang Ziyao crawl under the bed with his ass pouted, and dragged out an old and cheap broken wooden box. Zhu Jiuyin closed his mouth with a face full of disgust, and looked down to see that fool puffed up his cheeks and blew it away. The falling dust above, carefully opened the wooden box.

For a moment, the originally dark room was brightly emerald, and the aura was moving!

In the simple wooden box, there is the emerald crown of Song Jizi Lake, which is never forgotten by the world!

How to deal with this thing?Zhang Ziyao stared at the baby in a daze, and clapped his hands after hard thinking: "How about finding a deep lake that isn't frozen and just sinking to the bottom?"

"……seriously!"

Zhang Ziyao turned his head and looked innocently at Zhu Jiuyin. The latter immediately felt a headache and waved his hands as if to drive away mosquitoes: "Your IQ will stop at drawing a few claws for me in this life, and you can improve." It is estimated that at most it can wash the feet of my painting basin again."

Zhang Ziyao puffed up his face in disbelief, grabbed the dragon brush at his waist, held it high and rushed to the front of the scroll, shouting: "I can still draw a cat face for you, but don't hide, what are you afraid of? Your IQ can tarnish the honorable face of your evil god Zhu Jiuyin..."

Before the words were finished, the emerald color in the room suddenly flourished, and the emerald feather crown made a crisp cracking sound, and it actually destroyed itself and fell apart.

Zhang Ziyao stopped messing around with Zhu Jiuyin, the two of them were dumbfounded, and saw emerald liquid slowly flowing out from the crude wooden box, the viscous but bright color was a bit like mixed colored ink.

This emerald Zhang Ziyao felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

At this time, a certain dragon happened to say "hey" behind him, and Zhang Ziyao was shocked, as if thinking of something, his heart beat wildly, he immediately spread out the rice paper, carefully took out the ink he used to grind, dipped the dragon brush in the ink, and spread it Draw a sinuous outline of a long creature on the rice paper.

"Draw footwashing water for me?" A certain dragon in the painting behind him asked maliciously.

But Zhang Ziyao ignored him, just washed his pen, walked quickly to the broken wooden box, dipped the dragon pen in the emerald liquid, and then returned to the table, took a deep breath, and dropped the pen tip.

The emerald green ink falls on the rice paper, and it no longer disappears, but smudges in different shades.

Press down the pen slightly, and then drag it lightly, on the blurred and winding body of the dragon, the thin green tail is outlined in this way.At this moment, even Zhu Jiuyin shut his mouth, because he recognized it. What was outlined on the rice paper was his precious tail...

Just different from last time.

The emerald color jumps out on the rice paper, and the color becomes more and more lifelike, without any sign of it disappearing.