Chapter 53 Potential and Infatuation, Zhu Moyang

Outside the doorway, pink flowers are blooming in the courtyard. They grow on peach branches and tremble gently with the spring breeze. The petals keep swaying left and right, looking like a woman, swaying and charming, with bursts of fragrance from the air.

The door of Moyan Painting Square is open, and in the middle of the door stands a handsome young man, who is the proud Zhu Moyang.

"Sir's intention is irreversible. Even if you want to capture this young man, you have to do it in the painting workshop. Otherwise, can't you bear the head of you dog-headed sergeants?" Zhu Moyang's tone was stiff, with no smile on his face, and said solemnly and coldly.

The morale of dozens of generals besieged in 13th Lane was fierce. After listening to Zhu Moyang's words, they had already been angry.

The leading general's face was blue and pale, but he dared not raise the blade in his hand, as if the wooden plaque standing above the door in front of him had some magic, firmly suppressing the aggrieved and bloodthirsty in his heart.

Looking at this group of soldiers like this, Zhu Moyang was already very happy.

Although he often warns him not to be too strong and too popular, he will only praise him at this time without any blame or blame.

Every student is eager to be praised by him. Zhu Moyang is his favorite disciple, but he also hopes to get his praise and praise at different levels. Moreover, Mr. Chang Wei has long been an extremely sacred symbol in his heart, because he knows everything, and there is no unpredictable him in the world. What happened.

For example, a few days ago, Mr. Chang Wei secretly warned him that the painting workshop would welcome a young camel. The camel was a distinguished guest, so let him wait at the door. Well, not long after, Lin Yi bent his back and found the 13th alley of the ancient street.

These miracles seem to be not a coincidence, but what happens when the gentleman says, and it is also a sufficient reason for Zhu Moyang to increasingly regard him as the sacredness of the world.

"If you don't disperse quickly, do you want your husband to come out and chase you away? The Xiao family is really bold. Not only did they give birth to an extremely fat child, but also you dry-eating dogs have to go against the sky? Don't forget who stands on the plaque of the painting shop used by your husband!" Zhu Moyang pointed to the wooden plaque on the court, and his scolding became stronger and stronger, shouting.

The soldiers were afraid. They didn't expect that Zhu Moyang would defend the teenager who broke his young master so well and move out the person who put the plaque behind him.

The blue veins held the sword hidden in their respective wooden scabbards in their hands, and the soldiers had full hatred and anger in their hearts. However, because there was a precious plaque on the head of the hateful young man in front of them, no matter how angry and unyielding they were, they never dared to pull out the sword.

The anger made the leading general's nose crooked, and the breath between his breath was like a horse dragging down a carriage, heavy and white hot air.

He slowly raised his arm and waved his eyes coldly, as if he was going to tear the other party. Then, he squeezed out a sound between his teeth that were about to bite his red lips, and he was very reluctant to say "withdraw!"

As the saying goes: "If there is no order, the soldiers will not unload their armor." With the trial-like order of the generals and soldiers behind them, even if the soldiers behind them who seemed to block the alleyway were unwilling, they had to turn their heads and walk away to the entrance of the 13th alley.

Zhu Moyang saw that the soldiers were disciplined by him without a trace of temper, and even the appearance of turning away was full of confusion. Then he turned his awe again into a smile and turned to the door of the painting workshop.

"A group of people in the Xiao family are just dog-headed artillerymen, and they dare to fight against important people in front of my husband's painting workshop. It's really a leopard. If my husband comes forward, I'm afraid you will have to come back!" Zhu Moyang shouted and still looked very angry.

The lingus of the words was continuous. It seemed that Zhu Moyang deliberately increased the volume, and the sound spread from the gate to around the courtyard. The extremely arrogant sound seemed to shake the petals of Xu peach in the courtyard, making the petals on the two peach trees dance, which was particularly beautiful.

In the painting workshop, Lin Yiqing heard Zhu Moyang's words word for word. He shrugged his shoulders helplessly, as if he didn't care very much. However, the previous apocry in his eyes gradually came to his senses,

Mr. Chang Wei in front of him is so mysterious that he can't see through it with his bright eyes. When he is calm, he is like a pool of deep water, bottomless; and when he frowns unhappily, he is like a deep blue sea, boundless.

Mr. Chang Wei didn't know all the thoughts about him at this moment, but he knew that the shouts just now were deliberately done by Zhu Moyang. He shook his head slightly and didn't say anything, but the yellow-shirted woman beside him had already smiled. Hehe laughed like a wind chimes, and his beautiful face looked the same. The white and holy snow lotus flower in Tianshan Mountain blooms beautifully in the beautiful season of warm spring.

"Sir, the students have sent away the group of people. The people of the Xiao family are definitely afraid to come to ask for people, and I dare not step into the door of the painting workshop!" Zhu Moyang returned to the painting room and respectfully held a fist to Mr. Chang Wei.

The corners of his mouth are curved all the time. Zhu Moyang's smiling face is very easy to give people a good impression and closeness. Even Lin Yi is the same, but Mr. Chang Wei did not praise him because of the people of the Xiao family.

So, the gentleman put his eyes back on the lotus picture of the woman in yellow, looked a little dazed, and said to Zhu Moyang without turning his head: "Take a look at the painting of your sister, and guide your sister what is missing in the painting."

"Yes, sir." Zhu Moyang put away his smiling face, bowed to Mr. Chang Wei, and finally walked close to the wooden table.

After the yellow-shirted woman beside her saw Zhu Moyang stepping forward and carefully looking at her work, she couldn't help but feel ashamed again.

Two faint crimson gradually fainted on the beautiful face of the yellow-shirted woman. When she lowered her head, she saw a touch of white and red beauty, but at present, no one looked at her with a trace of extra eyes, because they focused on the lotus picture on the wooden table, rather than drawing this lotus with purple and sheep. The yellow-shirted woman in the picture.

The woman in yellow was not surprised by her husband's words. She knew that although Zhu Moyang had been sent by her to guard the gate for several days, in terms of painting skills and understanding, the students in the whole painting workshop would be invincible.

And Zhu Moyang is his favorite disciple, because he has a stronger infatuation with painting than anyone else. No matter how good the yellow-shirted woman's hands are and the lines outlined by her writing are smooth, she is still not as good as Zhu Moyang from beginning to end.

Infatuation is the true meaning of painting, and Zhu Moyang has the infatuation to forget dust.

For good, the yellow-shirted woman is very modest. From her expression of bowing her head and being taught, it can be seen that she is a woman who is modestly seeking education. Therefore, she can be a little closer to Zhu Moyang in the achievements of painting.

What no one knows is that just because of her humility and Zhu Moyang are close to this, if they are put into the secular world, it will inevitably become a symbol of a talented painting woman.

Unfortunately, what's the use of fame and exaggeration for these infatuated people?

Zhu Moyang looked carefully at the lotus pictures laid on the wooden table, the light black and gray ink on the painting, the peach-colored lotus buds that were about to bloom, and the lotus petals and leaves that had already bloomed in the painting. His face kept condensed into seriousness and seriousness. Even in the end, his beautiful face could not be seen. The slightest care and contempt.

The woman in yellow was very nervous, but she couldn't say why she was nervous.

The crimson heart hidden in her chest seemed to have hundreds of strong yaks running, and the vibration when running began to intensify her heartbeat, but only she could hear the sound herself.

The voice was so rapid, together with the aroma of Mulan when it came and out between the red lips.

Time flies, the atmosphere in the painting workshop is becoming more and more urgent, and Lin Yi also fully feels this sense of depression.

Zhu Moyang, who stood quietly and looked at the lotus picture, as if he was intoxicated. He stared straight at the ink lotus picture. His mouth was closed and did not say a word to comment for a long time.

So, time only flew ruthlessly for a long time again. It was not until Zhu Moyang was silent for a long time that he was finally slightly moved.

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