101 painting lamp

Mu Chui's eyes disappeared, and his big hand holding Yunqing's wrist was even trembling gently. Yun Qing had never seen him feel so sad, and it tortured him more than the emotional out of control a few days ago - Yunqing knew that he really had nothing he could do. The resourceful Mu Chuiliang, facing her He really couldn't think of anything about being drugged and almost unable to have children, so he had to put away his arrogance and hatred and beg him for the Pei family, the most hated medicine in his life.

Yunqing understood that it was because she understood that she could not agree.

"Get up," she whispered, "you listen to me. You can't keep your word."

Mu Chuliang looked at her with a complicated look and stopped talking several times. When he opened his mouth, his lips touched her warm palm.

"You said you wanted to spoil me," she lowered her voice and almost whispered, "you can't keep your word."

Mu Chui coolly closes his eyes and is speechless for a long time.

Master Pei looked at Yunqing and stood up, and looked at Mu Chuiliang's face and turned his back and stood with his hands on his back. Finally, he could only sigh and asked Yunqing, "He clearly has something to ask for, and it's obviously for you. Why don't you want to? Don't you want him to bow his head and beg me once, or don't you accept my favor?

Yunqing smiled and said, "I don't want to. But my uncle is my uncle after all. If there is a chance in the future, my niece will definitely visit again. It's getting late this time, and the two children are ready to go to bed. If nothing else happens, my niece won't bother me. After saying that, he went forward and reached out to take the prescription and elixir.

Master Pei sighed again, handed the things to her hand, and then turned around and stood with his hands behind his back like Mu Chuiliang, saying more words. Yunqing looked at the back and felt very much like Second Master Pei, but it seemed that he was more haggard and lost than Second Master Pei at any time.

Yunqing couldn't bear it, so he collected the things, called two children to make a big salute with her, knelt down and said goodbye, and went with Mu Chuiliang.

When he got into the carriage, Mu Chuiliang still squeezed his thin lips and said nothing. Yunqing also let him go, just talking and laughing with the two children. Passing by the Qinhe River, Xi and suddenly said that they wanted to see the lamp. Yun Qing saw that Mu Chuiliang was still angry, so he asked him very flatteringly: "Let's go together? Didn't you want to see the lamp for a long time?

It's just not to say this. When I said it, I saw that Mu Chui's face was a little more gloomy. For a moment, I didn't even bother to look at her. Yunqing asked himself for boredom, simply ignored him, and directly ordered the driver to stop early and take Showa Xi and go to the lights to buy lamps with Huang Qinger, which was very happy. When they came back from buying lights, the two children were exhausted and fell asleep as soon as they got into the carriage. She sent the reeds to another place. Only Huang Qinger took another carriage with Showa in her arms, while Yun Qing took the same carriage with Xi and Mu Chuiliang in her arms.

"You too," Yunqing whispered, "Showa Xi and the old man have been strictly controlled. How often do they come out to play? You still have to show your face. He said he wanted to see the lamp, but he really came, but it didn't make people happy.

Mu Chui raised his eyes and snorted coldly.

Knowing that he was unhappy, Yunqing explained in a soft tone: "It's not that I don't discuss with you today. If I say I'm coming to the Pei family, you will definitely not agree. But who else can see through my father's recipe and the whole Wuhua? Who else can I go to if I don't go to Mr. Pei? If you don't agree, my wife will go to Pei's house in the middle of the night. How can others think crookedly? If you are more ruthless and say that I am admirable to Pei, I really can't argue.

Mu Chuiliang was still silent. Yun Qing saw that Xiaozhi was useless, so he hugged Xi and continued to move with affection: "Later, if you kneel down and beg him, I will naturally stop him. As you know, it is precisely because you and Pei Ziyuan have two children that Master Pei believes that no matter what will happen to the future of the Pei Mu clan, you will show mercy to Pei Ziyuan. If you beg him to give me a good prescription to help me give birth, he may not be more protective of me or even take action against you. This is winding, and you can naturally understand your mind. How can you be sulking? Besides, you clearly hate him, but kneel down and beg him for me. How can I look at it?

"And then?" Mu Chui said coldly.

"Then?" Yunqing was stunned, "What then?"

Mu Chuiliang gritted his teeth and said, "What do you say, then!"

"Oh, child," Yunqing suddenly realized and said, "I'm still young, and I don't want to do it now--"

Mu Chui glanced over coldly and made her stop. As she was depressed, the carriage suddenly bumped. Yun Qing couldn't help but shake her body and saw that her forehead was about to hit the wall of the carriage. When she touched it, she felt soft. When she panicked, she saw that Mu Chuiliang still had a black face, but she stretched out her hand and firmly under her forehead. Her clear protective posture made her laugh.

With this smile, Mu Chui's face was even worse. He simply helped her sit firmly, and his eyes fell elsewhere and continued to be annoyed.

After returning to the room, Mu Chuiliang entered the house without saying a word. Fuling was waiting in the courtyard. Seeing that Mu Chuiliang was quite worried about her, Yunqing said, "He is his own sultry. It's useless for us to persuade him. He simply ignored him and spoiled him well!" Then he simply sent the child back to the room with Huang Qinger, and personally wiped the faces of the two children with a hot towel. He tossed around for half an hour before cleaning up. When the reed came back, Fang Ping retreated and returned to the room alone.

There are still lights in the room. Yunqing quietly looked in with a bead curtain, and saw Mu Chui lying on his clothes, his hair untied and boots. In the distance, he saw the white robe corners and black boots hanging on the edge of the soft couch. He obviously closed his eyes and was obviously not asleep.

Yunqing then turned off all the lights outside and tiptoed into the inner room. The one on the bed didn't even look at it, as if he didn't hear it. Yunqing also let him go and put out the light inside until only the one on the small desk by the window. She went out one by one, and the other one didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Yunqing smiled secretly in his heart, but his hands did not stop. He spread ink cleanly and neatly, picked up the pen, and began to draw by himself.

About half an hour later, the man on the bed couldn't stand it anymore, but he couldn't stand it. Instead, he pretended to be extremely bored and said rudely, "Why are you busy if you don't come to bed at night?"

Yunqing couldn't help laughing secretly when he thought that there was no one outsider on his side. Fortunately, when I was busy, I said, "You are the only one who gave me a gift, but I didn't give it to you. Now that you are so narrow-minded, it is inevitable that you will not slander me for being stingy. So get up and accept my gift!"

Mu Chuiliang snorted coldly when he heard the words, but he really stood up, but at that moment, the only remaining light by the window also went out, and it was dark in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing--"

Mu Chuiliang turned his head and stopped.

Light.

An extremely ordinary round lamp, a thin white silk face with black ink paint lamp pick, and the falling ears of the eight treasures Ruyi buckle, the shape is extremely simple and generous. In the middle is goose yellow aromatherapy wax. The color of the lamp is warm and dim yellow, but the taste is clear white plum fragrance, which is inconsistent everywhere, and it is a little chic when combined.

However, it was not the lamp that shook Mu Chuiliang, but the painting on the lamp.

"What is that?"

Mu Chuiliang only stared at the painting on the lamp, but his heart jumped like a battle drum on the battlefield with the smile of the woman who picked up the lamp. Then he heard Yunqing say, "Spring in the south of the Yangtze River is warm, and the small bridge is flowing."

Four paintings on the lamp, one is painted with blue water under the bluestone bridge, the black canopy boat passes under the bridge, and the second is the green eaves and white stone wall on the shore. There are people's homes with high and lows. The red apricots in the third painting courtyard are warm spring, the children play with paper kites, four paintings of young men in blue shirts and plain clothes are returning home by the two rivers. The ink color of the four scenes is connected, the artistic conception is connected, and the lamp turns slightly, and you feel really like you are in it.

Mu Chuiliang seemed to be infatuated and muttered: "Spring warm in the south of the Yangtze River, spring warm in the south of the Yangtze River..."

He was originally from Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, but he was forced to stay in Wuhua. He couldn't help returning home for many years. How could he not miss him? Yunqing knew the waves in his heart, so he stepped forward and handed the lamp into his hand, watched him hold it tightly and sat down beside him silently.

"Did you draw it?"

Yun Qing smiled and said, "Naturally I drew it."

"Draw it for me?"

His eyes were still glued to the lamp, and Yunqing said, "Naturally it was painted for you."

Perhaps at night, Yunqing always felt that his voice was a little hoarse. He was not ordinary at this moment. Yunqing sat beside him leisurely and kicked his feet, only felt that the room was quiet and his heart was clear.

He suddenly asked, "When can your hand be painted?"

"I can't use my right hand, so I tried my left hand. Well, although the skill is not as good as the 'stepping on the snow to find plums' that day, it is good to have such an artistic conception, so that it can be done in one go, and the writing is not stagnant. I know you have seen a lot of famous masterpieces. Although my painting is difficult to be comparable to everyone's works now, it's good that my heart is enough, and you can't dislike it--

Mu Chui was so cold that he bullied his body, and his eyes were completely calm and calm as before. At this moment, there was only a fierce madness, "You did it on purpose." He said that it was not doubt, but certainty.

What is this? Yunqing gasped and said, "What did I mean?"

"You did it on purpose," he said, "I admit it too!"