Fast wearing beauty painting bones

The first time Tang Ningjie saw Lu Zhaohan was that winter.He should have introduced his surname as Lin, but instead he said his surname was Lu.

The cold plum is refined and refined, the snow on the white is three points, and the cold wind is nothing.He sketched carefully with a pen, but in the end he felt that it was too ingenious and lost its flavor.

"Painting in this icy and snowy place, isn't this person afraid of freezing?" A voice suddenly interrupted Tang Ningjie's thoughts.

He had heard similar words countless times, but at this moment he just raised his eyes lightly to look at the person coming.

The one who spoke was a young man with a perverse expression, the corners of his lips were not yet pursed when he opened his mouth.But he bumped into another pair of tender eyes.

As the saying goes, beauty is like wine, and the eyes of a young man are like the intoxicating, passionate and charming. At a young age, you can see the beauty of the grown-up.As far as this appearance is concerned, this person is actually the most exquisite and picturesque person he has ever seen. The tip of the pen under his hand trembles slightly, as if he also sensed the master's eagerness.

It was probably because he stared blankly for too long, the boy's expression remained unchanged, but the partner beside him was not busy anymore.The older boy stepped up to block his line of sight. When Tang Ningjie came back to his senses, he saw his brows twitched, and said viciously, "What are you looking at! Believe it or not, I chose it." Your eyeballs?" He patted the saber beside him.

When he said this, coupled with a vicious expression, it was quite threatening.Tang Ningjie frowned, and said displeasedly, "You can watch whatever you want. Everyone has a love for beauty, and the people watching you are not dissatisfied. You must be too worried about others, right?"

Fu Yongcheng sneered, looked at the arrogant young man in front of him, and rolled his eyes in disdain, "The poor scholar is bolder than himself, and he really has no eyesight for speaking!" He pulled out his light saber and exerted some force He slapped the brush in Tang Ningjie's hand into the snow.The point of the sword pierced Tang Ningjie who was standing like a pine and cypress. Seeing that he was not panicking or hiding, Fu Yongcheng was even more annoyed, "Do you know who the young master is?"

Tang Ningjie snorted coldly, but did not answer Fu Yongcheng's words.

Fu Yongcheng acted recklessly, had run over someone to death in the capital, and had a violent temper.His father is the minister of the Ministry of War, and his elder brother is the prince Taibo, no one dared to speak more about the name of the Fu family.Afterwards, although the Fu family trained him severely, and even sent people to follow him when he went out, Lu Zhaohan saw the meaning of the followers behind him, and he didn't care that his master had put the sword on someone else's neck.

"Yongcheng, forget it." Lu Zhaohan stopped and said, "It's not a big deal. If you cause trouble again, you'll have to be confined for a few days when you go back."

Fu Yongcheng would not kill Tang Ningjie just because of one word, he was angry, but drawing his sword was just to frighten him.Lu Zhaohan gave a step, and he followed the trend down, wanting to withdraw his sword.

It's just that when Tang Ningjie heard what Lu Zhaohan said, he understood it in a different way.

To take the loss of a human life so lightly, this person may not be a good thing.At that time, he was young and didn't know how to hide his thoughts, so he immediately expressed his disappointment with Lu Zhaohan, sighed and commented: "Golden jade is out of the way, but in it!"

These words fell into Lu Zhaohan's ear, as if he didn't hear him, he waved at Fu Yongcheng, "We are already late, let's go!"

The two of them just stopped for a while during the banquet. At this time, Lu Zhaohan urged Fu Yongcheng to cast a cold glance at Tang Ningjie, and the two left.

This seems to be just an accident, and no one should take it to heart.Tang Ningjie watched the two leave hurriedly with their entourage, and sighed.Looking down at the icy writing brush in the snow, Tang Ningjie licked his chapped lips and bent down to pick it up.

Suddenly, I heard a cold voice from the front, "The painting is not bad."

Tang Ningjie paused, frowned and looked up. The two had already walked away. The boy with the indifferent expression turned his head to talk to the other boy, or looked back at him.

"Where does it look good?" Hearing Lu Zhaohan's evaluation, Fu Yongcheng retorted: "It's just a poor scholar, and he can't draw anything no matter how he paints. You just saw it. This person doesn't even have any serious ink and inkstone. They're just junk!"

Tang Ningjie was indeed so poor that he couldn't afford anything. The so-called ink was probably made by him outside with flowers and plants.But even so, Tang Ningjie still practiced painting under these conditions for more than 20 years. Until he was selected as a court painter, he still occasionally used the ink he made from flowers and plants, and created many paintings that amazed the world. masterpiece...

But although he will achieve quite a lot in the future, Tang Ningjie is really nothing at this time.So he didn't refute Fu Yongcheng's words.

When the two of them went out today, there was a feast for the children of the rich family.

The banquet will be held in Hongyanglou, one of the famous restaurants in the capital.

The host of the banquet was Pan Rong, the eldest son of the Minister of War, and Fu Yongcheng, who grew up wearing a pair of trousers.

This year Pan Rong is about to get married, and the marriage is not far away from entering the imperial court, so he has less time to hang out with Tang Ningjie this year, and this is the first time Lu Zhaohan sees him.

Pan Rong held a banquet for brothers to get together before marriage, so why would Fu Yongcheng not go?So he brought Lu Zhaohan with him, intending to introduce Lu Zhaohan to Pan Rong.

Unexpectedly, when the two of them arrived, they were fighting over wine inside. A group of people were blushing from drinking, and their necks were thick, and they were so drunk that they fell down.

A group of people were talking about Fu Yongcheng.These people are a group of playboys, and the topic they are talking about at this time is not a good topic.

When the two approached the compartment, they heard an older voice say: "You haven't seen it before, that person is really beautiful, with charming eyes, but cold and indifferent, as if he is wearing a fairy air. It seems! Fu Datou likes this kind of clean-looking ones!" He burped, and continued: "Fu Datou takes him around all day long, saying he is a brother, but who doesn't know?"

Pan Rong was holding a young son in one hand, the two of them were probably too drunk to remember where they were, Pan Rong was holding the boy's waist, and the two behaved intimately.He also asked with great interest: "Is the person surnamed Lu really so good-looking, better than Hu Damei?"

"That's right! That figure is what makes my brothers itch. Although Hu Damei is famous all over the capital, in Fu Datou's place, she might not be as good as a finger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone inside laughed contentedly, and the laughter fell into Pan Rong's ears, as if someone stomped on his back with stinky shoes.

Fu Yongcheng didn't react at first, but when he heard the two groups of 'surname Lu', his complexion turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He gritted his teeth, stepped forward and kicked open the door of the compartment, and kicked the man who was talking when he went in!

The man was kicked so that he turned over on the ground, the wine glass hit the ground with a crisp sound, the wine table was turned upside down, and several dishes of wine and vegetables fell to the ground with a snap.

The compartment suddenly fell silent, and everyone fell silent.

Fu Yongcheng stomped his feet a few times and still didn't let go of his anger. He actually wanted to draw his sword again.The man on the ground was sober from the beating, holding his head and repeatedly begging for mercy.

Pan Rong hurriedly stopped: "Stop, stop!"

Fu Yongcheng had no intention of stopping at all, he drew out his sword and wanted to stab the man.The man was so frightened that he couldn't help but roll around on the spot, and rolled into the crowd, so scared that everyone moved out of the way wherever he went.

Fu Yongcheng wanted to chase, but Pan Rong stood up and stopped him.Pan Rong grabbed his arm with one hand and said, "Why are you so angry all of a sudden? Tell me, if he really does something, the brothers will not spare him, but don't hurt anyone during the banquet of this brother." Life—how unlucky!"

Fu Yongcheng's eyes were still full of anger, "This idiot made such jokes about me and my brother, can't he treat my brother as a child prostitute!?"

Pan Rong was taken aback for a moment, he laughed the loudest just now - he had fantasized about the so-called beauty's demeanor in his heart, and he also believed what everyone said in his heart, making fun of this person he had never seen before.Unexpectedly, Fu Yongcheng still cares about this matter so much. In the past, he was rumored to have broken his sleeve with Fu Yongcheng, but Fu Yongcheng just laughed it off. Could it be that Mr. Lu is so special?

After hearing Fu Yongcheng's words, the man stood far away and knelt down crying begging for mercy: "Forgive me, Master Fu! It's all small nonsense, it's really abominable, this is not the case for the small ones. From now on, the young ones I don't dare to speak ill of Master Fu and Mr. Lu anymore, they are all petty drunken talk and nonsense, Master Fu and Mr. Lu are brothers and sisters, they are both petty, they are all petty..."

He kowtowed non-stop, crying hoarsely, and the sound of his head hitting the ground made a loud bang.

Fu Yongcheng still had a cold expression on his face. He looked around at the people who were looking at each other, and they all lowered their heads in embarrassment.Fu Yongcheng glanced at the man whose forehead started to ooze blood, dropped the long sword in his hand, and said: "It's fine if you are sincere, but I can't tell whether you are sincere or not. I will put this sword here. If you really repent, take it and chop off a finger."

His light words shocked everyone in the room.

"This..." Pan Rong widened his eyes and advised, "Why bother? If there is a defect, wouldn't this official career be ruined?"

Fu Yongcheng was indifferent, and looked down at the man coldly, "Why, why don't you do anything?"

The man was still hesitating, looking at Fu Yongcheng pleadingly.But Fu Yongcheng said: "If you don't want to, it's fine, then you are deliberately making fun of the two of us?"

"Very good!" Fu Yongcheng sneered and said, "In the capital, there are a lot of trash like you, one more is not much, and one less is quite a lot."

The implication is that it seems that they are going to get rid of the man.

He turned around and took away the sword beside Pan Rong. Pan Rong wanted to stop him, but he gave him a vicious look and dared not do anything wrong.

"Master Fu! The little one is wrong!" the man exclaimed, backing away again and again, "The little one is willing to cut off a finger, but the little one is sincerely repenting!"

Fu Yongcheng's expression was indifferent, and he took a few steps forward with the sword in hand, "Well, why don't you pick up the sword?" The sword in his hand pointed to the light sword that fell on the ground.

The man turned to look at the sword lying on the ground.The surface of Fu Yongcheng's saber is meticulously carved and luxurious, but compared to other people's flashy, the sword worn by Fu Yongcheng, who comes from a family of military officer, is a very good sword.

There was a burst of cold light on the cold blade.The man swallowed, thinking of retreating, but he glanced at Fu Yongcheng with indifference from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help trembling.

The man prostrated himself on the ground, and as soon as his trembling hand touched the hilt of the sword, the quiet situation was broken by someone who came.

"Are you holding a banquet here?" A solid voice came from behind Lu Zhaohan, his tone was too flat, so the question he asked was like a statement, even soaked with ice, which made everyone wake up immediately.

Lu Zhaohan was standing outside the door, and he didn't notice that someone was approaching beside him.

He looked at the person with some surprise on his face.

The visitor was dressed in a stone green brocade robe, with a plain white gauze crown and black silk, and a dark green paper fan tied around his waist, elegant and natural.He was tall and handsome, but his complexion was pale, and his eyes were like ice that would not melt for a thousand years, making people afraid to look at him too much.

All the people in the room were dumbfounded when they saw him, and all of them knelt down immediately, as if they wanted to salute.Fu Yongcheng also dropped the sword in his hand and knelt down. They all called him "His Royal Highness the Prince"!

Lu Zhaohan was taken aback, and was about to kneel down with Daliu, but the man said, "Get up."

Suddenly Lu Zhaohan paused, watching him step inside, and an older man was running in the distance, who seemed to be his entourage.

Lu Zhaohan paused, then entered the house afterward.

The attendant closed the door after entering the room, and there were even a few plainclothes guards outside the door.

After the prince entered the compartment, he immediately saw the man still kneeling on the ground, and Fu Yongcheng's sword beside him.

Lu Zhaohan heard the prince ponder for a moment, before he said, "I just heard that you were going to cut off this man's finger when I was outside?"

Fu Yongcheng was never as quiet as before.His face turned pale, he glanced subconsciously at Lu Zhaohan, then at the trembling man lying on the ground with a guilty conscience, frowned, and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the crown prince turned and glanced at Lu Zhaohan, "Your Excellency?"

Lu Zhaohan lowered his eyes, lowered his posture and bowed his body: "The grassroots Lu Zhaohan is a friend of Young Master Fu."

If it is said that the Crown Prince's gaze just now sees people and things in the same way, and is looking at nothingness, then at this moment, the gaze that falls on Lu Zhaohan is a straightforward gaze.He has a strong momentum, and when he pays attention to you, it will make people feel tense.

Lu Zhaohan was stared at by these cold eyes, and his whole body froze, and there was a momentary loss of control on his face.

It stands to reason that in the second half of Lin Yu's return to Beijing, the dragon was fighting for the position of the dragon, and the prince was the target of public criticism.Because the prince was seriously injured in an assassination for the current emperor when he was young, his health has not improved since then, and he has even had no heirs in the backyard for several years.

Many ministers believed that the prince was no longer fit to inherit the throne, but the emperor insisted not to depose the prince.Lin Yu followed the sixth prince and jointly planned the seizure of the heir.

In Lin Yu's eyes, the prince is mediocre, lingering on the sick bed, complaining about himself all day long, and it is difficult to become a master.But the prince Lu Zhaohan saw was very different from the cowardly prince Lin Yu knew.

Could it be that the prince is just pretending?Or what kind of stimulation will you receive after a few years to change your appearance?

It doesn't matter whether the prince pretended or changed.But his ending is already very clear - he was murdered by other brothers after he fell from power, passed away full of melancholy in his sick bed, and the Fu family behind him also declined rapidly after the new emperor ascended the throne.

The crown prince seemed to be very interested in Lu Zhaohan. After Lu Zhaohan introduced himself, he pondered for a while and asked Lu Zhaohan, "Lu Zhaohan? Who are your father and brother?"

Lu Zhaohan paused for a moment, then replied, "My father, Captain Guanghong, Captain Lin."

The crown prince's eyes lingered on Lu Zhaohan's face for a long time. In the silence of the crowd, he asked: "Lieutenant Lin's surname is Lin..."

The crown prince seemed to be puzzled by the different surnames of the two. Lu Zhaohan lowered his expression and replied respectfully: "Caomin is the adopted son of the family..."

The prince glanced at him thoughtfully before turning his head.Lu Zhaohan noticed another icy gaze, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Fu Yongcheng glanced at him coldly, seeming to be a little gloomy.

After the prince appeared, the scene became very embarrassing.The prince didn't intervene in this matter afterwards, it seemed that he just walked away casually after dinner and didn't take this matter seriously.It's just that Fu Yongcheng, who was docile in front of the prince, looked even worse after the prince left.

The house had become a mess during the man's scurrying before. After the prince came, everyone felt a little uncomfortable.Pan Rong took a look at Fu Yongcheng, who had an ugly expression, and asked cautiously, "Why don't you all leave now?"

"Yes, yes, it's time to go back." Someone echoed.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yongcheng picked up the sword on the ground without making a sound, and walked in front of the man with a calm expression, "We'll talk about it after we're done."

The sharp edge of the sword stimulated the man, he looked flustered and eager to get up, but was kicked to the ground by Fu Yongcheng.

"Where are the hands?" He stepped on the man's back and asked contemptuously at the struggling man.

The man trembled, and looked up at Fu Yongcheng's face pleadingly.When he saw those calm eyes, he shrank back as if he had been burned.

Before Fu Yongcheng could speak impatiently again, he was covered in cold sweat, but he still stretched out his trembling left hand with ashamed heart.Fu Yongcheng sneered, raised his sword, and no one stopped him this time.

There was a brief moment of silence in the room, and then the man's heart-piercing cries broke out.One of his index fingers was severed from the joints, and the snow-white bones and blood were blurred.He rolled on the ground in pain, but the culprit was indifferent, took his sword and walked back.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Lu Zhaohan did not follow him.

After that day, Fu Yongcheng did not see Lu Zhaohan again for a long time.At first, Lu Zhaohan heard from a few wealthy children that Fu Yongcheng was confined at home, but after a while, these children seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and they stopped interacting with Lu Zhaohan.

Lu Zhaohan was afraid that he might have offended Fu Yongcheng somewhere.

It is necessary to investigate the source of everything, all because of the appearance of the prince...

Lu Zhaohan was standing in front of the table, carefully sketching a black plum painting, thinking about the mystery.He suddenly thought of the way Fu Yongcheng looked at the two of them at that time, he paused, and retracted the brush.

After meeting the prince, Lu Zhaohan realized that the two had quite similar auras, and even behaved somewhat similarly.But in comparison, the prince is more mature and majestic, while Lu Zhaohan is more feminine and aloof.

It's not that Fu Yongcheng doesn't have any special thoughts about him, but maybe he compares himself to a prince?He not only loves the prince, but also deeply feels that the prince is inviolable, so he suppresses himself and seeks a moment of extravagance on Lu Zhaohan.

And the reason why Fu Yongcheng chose to isolate Lu Zhaohan was because of a guilty conscience?

Lu Zhaohan seemed to be amused by this conjecture, he sneered to himself, and immediately continued to pick up the brush and draw on the rice paper...