I don't know the depth of the fog, fire lotus red

Si Xianfeng picked up the teacup on the table, and he took the opportunity to take another look. Unexpectedly, the other party was also looking at him, so he covered his eyes and took a sip of tea.

Shang Ku felt strange, there was nothing unusual about this person, he was indeed a mortal, but how could a mortal know that the connection between the heaven and the mortal world was Buzhou Mountain, and he said he wanted to take Hua Ling to find Buzhou Mountain?Could it be that seeing a child is easy to deceive him?Thinking of this in his heart, he looked at Hua Ling, and saw that he was talking to the people around him with his head tilted. He looked at the people opposite as if he had noticed something, and his face was full of doubts?Is Lao Tzu so uneasy?What is that look in your eyes?

"I invited all of you here today, just to see how you have learned from the famous teachers." Hearing what her father said, Hua Ling looked over, "Today we will use this garden full of pear blossoms as the theme. Teachers each make a painting, let me see how much talent you have learned from Teacher Danqing, I heard that Princess Ata also likes Danqing, why don't you join me and see how they paint?"

Atta was full of enthusiasm, and agreed: "Okay."

After the emperor finished speaking, someone presented pens, inks, papers and inkstones to each painter and several princes. Although Hua Ling couldn't say how good a painter was, the things he drew could be seen by others. He didn't know...he looked at it with uneasiness Xiang Shangyu, can this guy draw?Will it be revealed?

It was far away, even if Hua Ling was in a hurry, he couldn't go up to help. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he didn't know if Shang Kuo could hide the truth. He was worried that the person on the opposite side would not be able to draw, but at the same time he had to concentrate on writing. After about an hour, everyone began to complete the painting. After submitting it to his father for appreciation, Hua Ling could only quickly finish the drawing and then went to Shang Yu to take a look at it while handing it in. Seeing that it was a blank sheet of paper, he almost lost his footing in fright.

"What are you doing?" He pretended to go over to change the inkstone, lowered his voice and said angrily to Shang Kuo, "Are you dozing off!"

"The sun makes me dizzy," Shang Ku said angrily.

"I don't think you are dizzy, you don't want your head anymore"

Her father's voice came from not far behind "Hua Ling", and Hua Ling hurriedly turned around, "What are you doing?"

"My son, my son saw that the master ran out of ink here, so I wanted to help the leader"

"You and Mr. Danqing have a very good relationship."

"I..." Hua Ling smiled dryly, and patted the table with the hand hidden behind her, telling Shang Yu to quickly draw a good job!

"I don't know how your master's painting is?" Ata stood up suddenly, seeing that she was coming, Hua Ling quickly turned around and urged: "He is coming! Draw quickly!"

"Painting?" Shang Yu looked puzzled, "I don't know how to paint at all."

Hualing "????"

"Don't you know magic spells? You've changed a lot!" Seeing that Ata was approaching, Hua Ling's brow was sweating anxiously.

"Changing what?" Shang Kuo held a pen in a nonchalant manner, "Changing into a cat or a dog?"

"you!"

"Let's see." Ata leaned over, Hua Ling resigned to her fate and covered her eyes with her hands. What excuses are she going to give him later?The well-known Danqing teacher doesn't even have the right posture for holding the pen...

"Huh? Is this the Hua Ling you painted?"

Ok?

Hearing Atta's surprised sound, Hualing took down her hand and looked over, and saw a painting popping up on the scroll that was just a blank sheet of paper. In the painting, there was a bluestone courtyard, a rockery towering, and a mahogany table under a big pear tree. In front of the table was a young man in the blue shirt of the academy, who half propped his cheeks as if he was dozing off. Hua Ling was stunned to see it.

"The painting is really good"

"But..." Hua Ling looked up at Shang Kui, it was still a blank sheet of paper just now.

"Huh?" Shang Yu raised his eyebrows at him, "Is my painting not bad?" He threw the pen in his hand into the pen container, and beckoned his father-in-law to come over, "Take the painting away."