Chapter 21 Painting Exhibition

"Hey, where on earth are you going to lead me?" Xi Xinmiao shouted at the cold water with a dissatisfied face, and her eyes did not leave the Lan Tianyu she had just got. Well, the texture is good, and there will be a good price.

"It's here." He led them to the lake, where there were two or three picturesque boats. It was so big that she had never been on a boat.

A beautifully decorated luxury painting boat slowly came to us. There was a person standing in the bow of the boat. As the distance approached, people could be faintly identified: cute baby faces, cold eyes, and a trace of respect when looking at her.

"Master." Feng Xue bowed her hand to the cold water.

The water said coldly and stepped on the painting, but did not go in. He turned around and stretched out his beautiful and slender hand like an ice sculpture to Xi Xinmiao. He looked at her quietly, smiling, and her blue eyes were soft. She hesitated to reach out her hand. He waited so quietly, as if he was willing to wait for a lifetime. As if there were only two of them in the world, this thought made her tremble.

In the end, he slowly put the soft in his hand.

He held it tightly and hung at the corners of his mouth with a faint smile. Hold the woman over steadily.

At the moment when the skin touched each other, Xi Xinmiao could feel the invisible trembling of his whole body, and a white light flashed in her mind, just for a moment.

His hands are more icy than she thought, as if they had been buried under the iceberg for many years and had only been excavated recently. The word Han Lin was born to exist for him. She knew that his indifference was not pretated, but permeated from the inside out.

In the past, I saw in a novel that if a person's hand is cold, then his heart will be hot that you can't imagine, but they will never reveal it easily, wrap themselves with indifference, scare away others, and freeze themselves. But they will always keep the fire in their hearts. Once they start the fire, it will be all, and it will melt your warmth. If they are lucky enough to become the person who let him voluntarily hand over the hot enthusiasm, that person will undoubtedly be happy.

The water is cold, are you also a person who longs for warmth?

Only the floating on the calm lake, drifting with the waves. The fireworks in the night sky are bright, and the shadows on the shore are reflected in the quiet lake. The light from the painting is like a bright pearl on the bottomless lake, and it will move from time to time. Ritual flowers, lights, figures, and painted flowers are intertwined in the harmony of singing and dancing.

In another painting, not far from their painting. I faintly heard the crisscross, silk bamboo playing, and the woman's charming laughter.

It turned out to be a ** peerless picture: the first one was a demonic man.

It has nothing to do with the evil of the cold water. The cold water is actually more cold, and now this charming male and female are difficult to distinguish, handsome, the facial features are as clear as carving, and the angular face is extremely handsome. The appearance seems to be unrestrained, but the inadvertent light in the eyes dare not let people look directly. With long black hair and a pair of slender peach blossom eyes under a pair of sword eyebrows, full of tenderness. If people are not careful, they will fall into it. The tall nose and thin and thick red lips rippled with a dazzling smile at this time.

In his arms lies an enchanting beauty with half exposed breasts, wrapped in a fiery red gauze dress, like a fiery phoenix, beautiful and enchanting, ecstasy,

Bright and charming as the wind. What a beautiful woman! At this time, a pair of jade fingers peeled a crystal grape, which had just been sent by a whip. Slowly, he sent the peeled grapes to the evil man's mouth.

The evil man grinned, and immediately put his lips on the beautiful woman's red lips, rubbing his teeth, and the bold unrestrained as if no one else was amazing. With the groan of the woman in her arms, she slowly looked up and laughed, "Agar, it's wonderful."

Then he was angered by the woman: "The seventh prince is really funny. The slave family doesn't follow."

It turned out that Qi Che, the most favored seventh prince of the King of Qi, was the only prince in Qi who could compete with the prince. He was the son of Lifei, the favorite concubine of the King of Qi. I heard that this concubine Li was a national beauty, singing and dancing, and was deeply loved by the King of Qi. I also love the only son of Concubine Li.

It is rumored that the seventh prince is unruly and often lingers in the place of fireworks. The bluehouse woman's heart was fascinated early, but it was a pity that he was linger in the flowers. So far, no one has been able to enter his heart. Even Huakui Yage is no exception.

"The beauty of elegant songs is seen by the world. There is no reason for me to laugh." Qi Che is as soft as water.

The words attracted the woman in her arms again coquettishly: "Seventh prince, can I let the slave play a song for you?"

Gently peck at the pink lips, and the smile expands, "It's so good." But the flash in the eyes of peach blossoms is incomprehensible.

Yage sat in front of the piano with a lotus step. He smiled charmingly at Qi Che and held his bare hands when he was about to pluck the string.

"Wait!" Qi Che suddenly interrupted.

Everyone didn't know why. Ya Ge was about to ask a question, but he made a silent posture and was silent in the boat.

At this time, a sound of elegant and quiet piano came from afar, followed by the sound of a woman's quiet and pure bells like a mountain spring.

"When will the bright moon be available? Ask the sky for the wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to go back in the wind. I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu is extremely cold from a high place. He dances to make clear the shadows, and it seems to be in the world.

Turn to Zhuge, low household, no sleep. There should be no hatred. What's the matter? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. This is difficult to complete. I hope that people can live together for a long time.

The song is like resentment, like crying like complaining, and the aftertow is lingering and endless. It's really the hidden dragonfly of dancing and crying the bride of the lonely boat.

Unconsciously, the shore was full of tourists, all moving, looking for the singing boat.

And Qi Che closed his eyes pleasantly, but he didn't know what he would look like under the shadow. Suddenly, he pulled his lips and opened it gently: "It's wonderful. Bring people to have a look."

"Yes." The guard next to him took the order and withdrew with a blank face.

Yage looked at his happy face, and a sharp color flashed in his phoenix's eyes. Then he leaned against Qi Che's shoulder, rubbing his chest against his body, trying to attract his attention. The rich and powerful seventh prince, such a once-in-a-lifetime good opportunity will never be destroyed by any broken song.

"The seventh prince, how can you be willing to neglect the slave family? Don't you dislike the slave family?"

Qi Che seemed to come to his senses, holding her slender waist in one hand and raising her chin in the other. "Is the little goblin jealous? Huh?"

Looking at his seductive and gentle eyes, Song had already been dizzy, and Ruo Liu's soft and soft lay in his arms. The corners of his mouth rose proudly: Today, the seventh prince has not fallen under my pomegranate skirt. In terms of figure, appearance and talent, who can compare with my elegant song!

Qi Che hugged the little bird and the beautiful woman, and his smile did not diminish, but there was a cold ice in his eyes. In comparison, he is looking forward to singing such a sad and beautiful music!

On the other hand, Xi Xinmiao, who sang on a whim, did not know at all that his painting had become the focus of everyone's attention. Still immersed in my own thoughts.

It's been five years. She has been in this strange world for five years. I have spent more than 2,000 days and nights. How many 365 days do I have to wait? Friends over there, how are you doing? Do you miss me? Or have you forgotten me? Forget that there was a girl named Joan in the 21st century?

and Joan. Ha ha, she almost forgot that this is her name in that world, her real name. A word that has been sealed in the depths of memory for five years finally came out like a broken bamboo, lingering in her mind for a long time.

Why did you come here? She is not convinced and unwilling. She will definitely go back. She must go back! The flowers here, the grass here, the people here, and everything here don't belong to her. No, it should be said that she doesn't belong here!

Eighteen years, that's her home for 18 years in spring, summer, autumn and winter. How to give up? How to cut it? God, how long are you going to play tricks on her!

No one present made a sound, afraid of disturbing the beautiful teenager who fell into memories. Just so quietly, quietly guarding.

Bing Ning looked at Xi Xinmiao uneasily and clenched her lips: It's like this again. The young lady showed such a sad breath again. In the years with the young lady, she always found that the young lady occasionally showed sadness that she could not understand when she was alone. The sadness that makes people unable to intervene only belongs to the young lady. She doesn't understand. Where did the young lady's sadness come from? But if the young lady doesn't say anything, it's not easy for her to ask.

The water looked straight at the single shadow figure, and the phoenix eyes were full of water smoke, like the sea surrounded by clouds and fog, making people unable to see the color of the water, and the depth was unpredictable. But there is a faint fleeting pity. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles were white, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Heart, what are you sad about? What makes you so miserable that you don't know it? I remember that you looked at the river at that time. What makes you so sad that you can't control yourself again and again? When did you have such weakness? I will wait, my heart, I will wait until the day when you are willing to tell me everything without reservation. Definitely!

The narrow star suddenly overflowed with a firm light.

Feng Xue looked at her master's gaze at the young lady, and her heart was sad. How could the prince think that he was the blood valley owner who was afraid of all the gods and ghosts in the world! I have been with my master for many years, and I have already known it. From this point of view, the master has a deep affection for the young lady, and he can't help himself. He takes her pleasure and her worries as his sorrow. All her emotions have directly touched the master's heart. I just hope that the young lady will understand the master's intention as soon as possible and stop torturing the master.