Put base three through a sieve [comprehensive]

As a Pippi flower, Yu Luo's mantra is "Do you love me?", "You don't love me anymore!", "Do you have another little fairy outside?" and so on.

The boys who played together didn't take it seriously, and the rotten girls who played together liked to listen to it.

But now hearing Xie Yunliu's stuttering question, no matter how stupid Feng Yuluo was, he knew that Xie Yunliu was serious.

【Zi, it's not that Dad wants to talk about you. ] Feng Yuluo began to speak earnestly: [Why do you believe what others say?After selling you, are you still counting the money for Dad? 】

[Cub?Cloud flow?Xie Yunliu? ] Feng Yuluo yelled several times, but Xie Yunliu didn't respond for a long time.

I don't know what kind of journey Xie Yunliu has gone through in his heart, and he answered after a while: 【Then you will make a portrait. 】

[…] Feng Yuluo always feels that this direction is not right: [Isn't it just a portrait?Is it worth your effort? 】

Feng Yuluo decided not to flirt with Xie Yunliu in the future.

This baby is too straightforward to play with.

Xie Yunliu responded: [It's worth it. 】

【Abba actually felt a little moved. 】Yin Yuluo didn't know which of his tendons was suddenly dislocated: 【Okay, I'll draw it for you! 】

After leaving Luoyang Palace, Xie Yunliu returned to Tibetan Sword Biezhuang.

The old steward was still enthusiastic and welcomed Xie Yunliu into the guest room.

As soon as Xie Yunliu entered the room, he didn't do anything else and went straight to the painting table.

After studying painting for so many years, it was the first time that Feng Yuluo didn't know how to write.

This is the first time since Xie Yunliu watched Yu Yuluo's paintings, Yu Yuluo didn't draw for a long time.

The quiet writing of pens can be heard in the room, and after a long time, the soft "swish" sound of the pen nib rubbing against the paper finally resounded.

For Xie Yunliu, that feeling was amazing.

That person came out of his pen bit by bit.

In a trance, I feel that what that person looks like has already been figured out countless times in my heart.

When that person really jumped out of the pen, it was the first time I saw that person who felt strange again.

The figure in the painting stands with loose hair, and the wide-sleeved long gown made of black and purple is slightly messed up by the wind.

The man with flying feather eyebrows slanted into his temples, held up a flower branch to brush his long hair away from his face.

Between the slightly messy hair, there is a smile at the end of the eyes, a pair of peach blossom eyes, burning and affectionate.

When the smile on the corner of his lips became more vivid, Xie Yunliu felt his heart skip a beat.

In Xie Yunliu's heart, Feng Yuluo should also look like this.

【Am I handsome? 】With a few strokes of wind and rain, above the head of the person in the painting, add a few strokes of jacaranda flowers.

Xie Yunliu suppressed his beating heart and asked: [What kind of flower is this?It was blue? 】

[Cub, don't you praise me?Why avoid the topic? 】Yu Luo has already thrown the decision made half an hour ago to the back of his head.

【Cub who should praise you? 】The more nervous Xie Yunliu is, the more witty he is.

[Let...] Feng Yuluo reacted before answering: [Yunliu, be good, you've turned bad! 】

[Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black. 】Xie Yunliu replied.

Seeing Xie Yunliu's fingers stroking the freshly dried blue ink, the wind and rain suddenly became poetic, and he answered Xie Yunliu's question: [In the Valley of Thousands of Flowers, there are hundreds of flowers planted everywhere. This tree is called Lanying, and it blooms in early summer every year. Or purple, like a dream. 】

Although Feng Yuluo had never been to the real Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, he had been to a manor full of jacarandas a few years ago when he was collecting wind everywhere.

It was June, just in time for the blooming period of jacarandas.

Where the breeze passes by, the blue-purple petals fall colorfully, and the ground is full of colors, making people reluctant to walk into it and destroy the beautiful scenery.

It also made Feng Yuluo's slightly chaotic mood at that time calm down down-to-earth.

[However, the flower language of the jacaranda is not good. 】Yin Yuluo finished clicking the last two petals and closed the pen.

[Flower language? 】Xie Yunliu asked.

Of course, there is no flower language in this era.

Sure enough, one lie needs 1 lies to complete.

[The phrase about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, and tea can't describe the treasures of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.The whole sentence should be "Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops, all medicines are amazingly crafted in the world".Among them, the word "flower" refers to the flower sage Yuqing and the Huagu disciples all over the world, who brought back to the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley from all over the world and cultivated hundreds of flowers successfully. ] Feng Yuluo might as well buy another Amway for Ten Thousand Flowers Valley: [In ancient times, there was a word for Jieyuhua, and Baihua naturally had a flower language to complain about. 】

[What is the flower language of Jacaranda? 】Xie Yunliu asked.

[The language of flowers is: I fell in love with you at first sight, waiting for love in despair. 】 Feng Yuluo replied.

Xie Yunliu's heart froze slightly.

Yu Yuluo subconsciously covered his chest: [Are you still hurt?Just a little pain here! 】

[Well, it's not complete yet. 】Xie Yunliu replied in a low voice.

[If the injury is not healed, you still have to hold on to paint!Go and rest! 】 Feng Yuluo hurriedly urged.

【Um. 】Xie Yunliu responded, but sat down in front of the chair in front of the painting table.

Falling in love with you at first sight, waiting for love in despair.

Xie Yunliu looked at the man in disheveled clothes on the paper in front of him, and finally fell asleep with his forehead propped up in front of the painting table.

【Hello!Wake up!Can't sleep here! ] It was the first time that Yu Luo fell asleep when Xie Yunliu fell asleep before him.

It was dark in front of him, and his whole body was still a little cold.

When Xie Yunliu woke up the next day, he was in a daze.

[Last night...] Xie Yunliu just started.

Feng Yuluo, who also woke up, complained: [You fell asleep in front of the painting table last night!I can't see anything with your eyes closed, it was so hard to touch the bed!You are dead! 】

[Heh~] Unexpectedly, Xie Yunliu laughed.

Yu Luo was greatly surprised: [What are you laughing at! ? 】

[I don't know, I thought you carried me to the bed. 】 Xie Yunliu said with a smile.

!!!

[Cub, what's the matter with you today? 】Yin Yuluo is a little confused about today's Xie Yunliu's routine.

【Um?What's wrong with me? 】Xie Yunliu asked back.

If you want to say what's wrong, it's okay.

[I called you baby and you actually answered! ! ? 】Yuyuluo discovered something different.

[If I don't agree, you won't call? 】Xie Yunliu asked again.

【Will you agree or not? Anyway, I was only calling you. 】 Feng Yuluo doesn't think this is a problem at all.

[So, you called yours. 】Xie Yunliu's attitude was particularly relaxed, and he even asked: 【What shall we eat this morning? 】

【us……? 】Yin Yuluo asked.

【Well, for example, do you have anything you want to eat? 】Xie Yunliu asked.

【I...】Yin Yuluo said restlessly:【I still think, did you lose your mind before! 】

[It seems that you don't want to eat it, so let's eat mustard green porridge today. 】 Xie Yunliu said.

[Don't, don't, I don't want to eat mustard greens!Or mustard greens cooked in porridge! 】Yu Luo quickly protested, and finally came to his senses: 【You did it on purpose! 】

Knowing that he doesn't like mustard greens, he deliberately said mustard greens!

【So, what do you want to eat? 】Xie Yunliu asked with a good temper.

[Eat what I say? 】Yu Luo couldn't believe that one day he would be treated so well.

【For the sake of your hard work last night. 】 Xie Yunliu said.

[Cut, so it's only today! 】 Feng Yuluo quickly seized the opportunity and said: 【Let them order a small plate of thin-skinned Biluo, with mutton stuffing. 】

Seeing that Xie Yunliu actually went to give the order, Feng Yuluo said again: 【You like porridge, then eat it with porridge. 】

[Then let's eat together. 】Xie Yunliu responded, and sure enough, he ordered another bowl of porridge.

The efficiency of Cangjian Biezhuang was as high as ever. After washing here and drinking a cup of hot water, the servants from the village came over with the food on a square plate.

The so-called Biluo is actually pancake fruit.

According to Feng Yuluo's request, they were all made into spring rolls, two to three bites each.

Although the porridge is clear porridge, there is also a layer of black sesame sprinkled on the surface.

The fried sesame seeds are chewed between the teeth, and the aroma bursts to make the porridge have an aftertaste.

As a villa with hidden swords, even in the Tang Dynasty, which was much poorer than modern times, it was still able to make these foods exquisite and delicious.

Ever since he came to Cangjian Biezhuang, Feng Yuluo felt that his mouth had been taken away.

Of course, those who don't like to eat still don't like to eat, such as mustard greens.

After breakfast, Xie Yunliu began to meditate to heal his injuries.

The whole morning passed, and for lunch, the servant came over to inquire as usual, and Xie Yunliu ordered some dishes.

When the boy left, Yu Yuluo said: [Hey, today are all my favorite dishes! 】

Xie Yunliu smiled lightly and said nothing, and took advantage of the situation and asked: [Is there anything else you want to eat, we can have it at night. 】

[You are so easy to talk when you are angry, you should be angry sooner! ] Feng Yuluo is completely puzzled by the amorous feelings and dies by strength.

Xie Yunliu felt a pain in his heart: [Let's eat mustard green porridge tomorrow morning. 】

【I was wrong! 】 Feng Yuluo is very knowledgeable about current affairs.

Xie Yunliu laughed again.

After lunch, Xie Yunliu personally framed the self-portrait of Feng Yuluo.

Seeing Xie Yunliu take the painting so seriously, Feng Yuluo felt a little belatedly, wondering if he had missed some important point.

After thinking about it, I feel that the possibility is too small, so it's better not to ask.

Not to mention Xie Yunliu's sexual orientation, he wouldn't fall in love with a soul without a body, would he?

Xie Yunliu sits in meditation every morning to heal his wounds, takes a nap at noon, and at night asks Yu Yuluo if he is interested in painting.

In a blink of an eye, five days have passed.

There is no need for Xie Yunliu to inquire again, the steward of Cangjian Biezhuang has already brought back the news: "Today, I have issued a release letter to King Wen."

The customs clearance document called release letter has various uses.

In Li Chongmao's current situation, the so-called release letter has the same function as the exile disposal letter.

It's just that Li Chongmao asked himself to be "exiled" now. As a member of the royal family, Ruizong will definitely compensate a large sum of property in order to show his kindness.

With such a sum of property, even if you go to a barren land, as long as you manage it carefully, you can still live well.

If you go to a subordinate country, as a member of the royal family, as long as you don't want to usurp the throne, you can still get the preferential treatment from the current royal family.

This is also Xie Yunliu's opinion, the path most suitable for Li Chongmao at present.

Of course, what Li Chongmao thought was beyond Xie Yunliu's control.

The release letter has been issued, Xie Yunliu bid farewell to the steward of Cangjian Biezhuang, and went to Luoyang Palace.

The closer he got to the palace, the more uneasy Feng Yuluo felt.

When they arrived at the Luoyang Palace, Ruan Ji came to greet him again.

Xie Yunliu saluted and said goodbye last time, but this time when he saw Li Chongmao, he also bowed down according to the etiquette that outsiders meet the royal family.

Li Chongmao took a step forward to help Xie Yunliu, his face full of embarrassment and embarrassment, he said: "Brother, please don't do this."

【He doesn't count on you, would you treat him like this? 】 Feng Yuluo spared no effort to complain.

Although the words were not pleasant, Xie Yunliu knew better that Li Chongmao was the one who pushed him away first, and what Feng Yuluo said was the truth.

Xie Yunliu didn't want to argue with Li Chongmao on this issue, so he just asked, "Have you decided where to go?"

Li Chongmao smiled slightly and said: "In order not to embarrass senior brother, I have already decided on a place to go."

"Where are you going?" Xie Yunliu asked again.

"The country of Dongying, Japan." Li Chongmao said.

[…] Feng Yuluo finally understands why the big words "avoid repeating the same mistakes" are still hanging high.