Chapter 472

Carnival City, at the beginning of the lanterns, the carnival city, which has been lively for a day, also calmed down, but players do not drink and play as usual, and then rest, but spontaneously walk on the street or open windows in their guest rooms to welcome today's activities.

Even some masters opened the window of the guest room, moved a stool and sat on the window sill. Yaxing invited his friends to move the table to the window, put a few pots of wine, a few dishes, and have a quiet drink.

Qingyuan opened the window, and the breeze came outside, but it was a windy night.

At this time, the opposite window also slowly opened, revealing a beautiful and vulgar man, dressed as white as snow, leaning against the window independently, like a painting.

Qingyuan was slightly stunned, and the opposite side smiled, which was a greeting. She also smiled. The two looked at the sky at the same time. The movie was about to begin. Qingyuan looked back, and Mo Fan was still determined.

She sighed faintly and looked up at the sky.

Then, she saw that a huge painting slowly opened in the air, and the legend used multi-angle projection, so no matter what angle, everyone could see the front.

"Masters you don't know", several ink typings are presented in front of everyone with the opening of the picture scroll, and then the ink extends and gradually turns into a green bamboo shape, elegant and fresh.

At this time, in some corners, there were some surprising voices: "Hanzhu Qiu Motu!"

This picture scroll is the "cold bamboo autumn ink picture" from Murong Ziyi, the first talented woman in the world. Among some collectors, it is very famous. It was painted by the talented woman Murong Ziyi who was promoted to the master-level painter.

Then, the ink faded away, and a beautiful woman sat in the pavilion and gently stroked the piano. Suddenly, the sound of the piano came to everyone's ears, which was pleasant and pleasant.

Most people can't help showing an intoxicated look.

Looking again, the woman gently stopped the lingering sound, leisurely, quietly, and sighed.

"The bamboo is getting low and the wind is sobbing, and tears are spilling on the blue body. The concubine's voice doesn't return it, and the lonely feather string is fluttering. The woman chanted gently, gently wiped the pen and ink, and the silk painting was occasionally made.

Waving her pen and sleeves, the woman sighed resently and quietly walked away.

Then, the scene changed, and a fiery red reflected into everyone's eyes, and the endless fiery red maple leaves spread out from afar, as beautiful as a painting.

And the most conspicuous thing in the maple leaves is undoubtedly the white dress, but only one back is left in the distance. Before the camera can see it clearly, the white figure floats up, like shaking up, far away, like curling smoke, leaving a beautiful woman sitting in the maple leaves on the ground and gently turning her hand. A tear hit the title page of the blue book.

The falling flowers seem to be intentional, and the flowing water is not ruthless. However, it is difficult for my concubine to cry. The woman whispered gently, but her tears did not hold back. After all, there were two lines of tears.

The ink dyed the picture scroll again and flowed, but it was another scene.

Everyone didn't have time to sigh at the woman's resentment and sadness. They saw a handsome man in brown, frowned deeply, waved back the people behind them, and looked into the lakeside.

Suddenly, he stepped and walked away.

As he got closer and closer, the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer. The sound of the piano was clear and quiet and resentful, which was refreshing. There was still a trace of sadness in the bottom of their hearts, but they were infected by the sound of the piano and unconsciously smiled.

And the man in the picture also smiled faintly and loosened his eyebrows.

Then, the sound of the piano ended, and a person came out of the pavilion.

"The bridge outside the post is broken, lonely and ownerless. It's already dusk to worry alone, and it's more windy and rainy. No intention to fight for spring,

A group of people are jealous. It is scattered into mud and dust, and only the fragrance is as good as before. The man in the painting muttered to himself.

I saw the man who came out, his eyebrows were like green feathers, his muscles were like white snow, his waist was like a bundle of vegetables, his teeth were like shellfish, his pink was too white, and Shi Zhu was too red. It's true:

The flowers are flying all over the sky. Who will pity the red silk fragrance?

The hairspring is soft and floating in the spring, and the falling catkins are lightly stained with embroidered curtains.

But a delicate woman came out and saw the man in the painting. The woman's pale face showed two blushes, and her delicate and timid appearance suddenly hit the hearts of countless people.

And somewhere at this moment, there is a cry.

"Bum! Bugs! Bugs!"

"Come on!"

The person in the painting is the god blessing bug of the Freedom Alliance, and the woman in this painting is the sinking fish fairy Liu Yan, the head of his wife's four fairies.

At this time, the couple looked at this scene and couldn't help leaning together, gently hugging each other, showing their love.

The picture scroll was gently opened, and the scene changed. The man was still wearing a brown coat, but it was not a beautiful lakeside scenery, but a hall. The man frowned, looked at the letter in front of him, and shook his head and sighed from time to time.

"What's wrong?" The voice is delicate, as if it can humanize.

"The situation is not very good."

In the picture scroll, the dialogue in the characters is also clearly transmitted to the audience's ears.

Xiaoting Yiren gently took away the letter in his hand, put it aside, and said, "You can't think about it day and night. Eat some soup I cooked myself."

The man smiled, took the soup handed over by Yiren, took a sip gently, but seemed to think of something. The second sip was too urgent, and it seemed to be hot and choked. He coughed repeatedly. Yi Ren quickly took out his handkerchief, took over the soup bowl, frowned and said, "Are you still thinking about it? Is it hot? Or is it choked?"

The soup bowl was casually put aside. She pulled out her handkerchief and wiped the soup stains on his mouth finely.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I have a solution!" The man was happy, but he forgot all the hot and dirty. He took out the pen and ink as a letter, while the beautiful woman looked aside and smiled.

"Wow!" This time, there was more than that, and there were wolves howling in many places.

"God bless you!"

"Congratulations!"

"How can God bless you to have a wife!"

Listening to the wolf howling outside, the bug gently hugged the jade man in his arms.

"It's true that these clips can be released." Liu Yan is a little shy.

"I think it's just right. I'm always addicted to work and forget you. But you have never complained. This is my blessing. How can I not release it and announce to the world that my worm has the best wife in the world?

Liu Yan punched him gently and said, "It's not right."

The bug smiled slightly and hugged the person in his arms again.

Qingyuan listened to the howling outside, smiled, and turned around. Mo Fan was still settled and didn't react at all. Looking to the opposite side, she saw her looking up at the scroll with no expression on her face.

She also raised her head. At this moment, the picture scroll turned over a page, and it was another scene.