168 is not false

Although I have not been together day and night in the past three years, I have often seen it, but I don't know how it is. Now, I only feel that the night is long, the day is short, and his injury...

raised his long eyebrows, looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and gently hid it under the pillow.

With this move, she hummed, frowned, squeezed her little mouth slightly, and fell asleep again.

Is it cold? In winter, although the house is caged in a fire basin, the ground is still cold, and her body has always been bad...

When I was in a hurry, I couldn't get down, so I only pulled the lotus perilla woven gold brocade quilt covered on my body and tried my best to find out and wanted to put it on her...

"Dong..."

The door was knocked open.

Gu Haoxuan was shocked, and the quilt slipped to the ground, and Cheng Xueyan was immediately awakened.

The brocade curtain of Cuizhi Jinxiu rose, and the breeze swirled in.

"Son Gu San, can you still take care of your people?"

The two people in the room stared at her. In this time, Xiaoxi also ran in, and her handsome little face turned red with excitement.

"I've been making trouble for me all the way, but I won't let me catch the crow..."

Gu Sanxian looked at Xiaoxi seriously.

Xiaoxi looked innocent: "I didn't. I've been helping Sister Bitong grab the golden mouth. Look at me tired..."

"Are you helping me?" Bitong was extremely angry: "Originally, the crow couldn't fly high, and it still flew for a while. As soon as I was about to go up to catch it, Xiaoxi either called it or jumped to drive it away for fear of being caught by me. Third Prince, ask him what he is thinking?"

Gu Haoxuan was silent, and Bitong was so angry that she asked the girl to help her ask for an explanation. With a glance, she saw a quilt piled up behind the girl, and Gu Haoxuan's expression was also embarrassed...

With a "bang" in the bottom of my heart, I almost stood unsteadily.

Xiaoxi also found the situation and was immediately happy.

Bitong was stable, but she was slightly reassumed when she saw that the girl's clothes were neat. The Gu family really can't stay any longer, and the two masters and servants don't have good intentions!

"Girl, the house is busy, why don't we go back first..."

No, she wants to save the girl. Now the girl must be confused by Gu Sanxian, who pretends to be poor.

Gu Haoxuan immediately showed an urgent look: "Is it because of Brother Cangyi's marriage?"

Bitong glanced at him: "The third son is still easy to recover, and the matter of Cheng's family will not bother."

With that, she went up to help Cheng Xueyan and leave.

"Xue Yan..."

Bitong immediately turned around and stared at him.

Gu Haoxuan also knew that this name seemed inappropriate and hurriedly coughed twice: "I heard that there was something wrong with the courtyard wall of Mo Yizhai..."

"The third son is well informed even if he lies in **..."

Bitong said strangely, but her eyes glanced at Xiaoxi.

Xiaoxi immediately pretended to be nothing and turned his face aside.

"The lifelong event of the eldest son of Chengfu is the marriage given by the emperor. Which one in the imperial capital will not pay attention to it?" Gu Haoxuan smiled and said, "I imagine that a bedridden person knows that there is something wrong with the courtyard wall of Mo Yizhai. It can be seen..."

Bitong frowned. Just because of the wall of the courtyard, the servants have begun to talk nonsense about the ominous signs. I don't know what the people outside will talk about. Nowadays, people can't wait for some problems with those rich families, because the bustle is never over.

Although he was panicked, he couldn't forgive him: "What if you know, what else do you can do?"

"Don't be afraid, Haoxuan always has a way..."

For some reason, Han Jiangzhu's words jumped to his ears inexplicably.

Cheng Xueyan immediately turned around and looked at him.

But when he smiled, he was full of confidence: "It's nothing. It's just a cover-up for the time being."

Cheng Xueyan's eyes lit up: "How to cover it up?"

"It's not easy to make a satisfactory courtyard wall within four days. Besides, no matter how exquisite it is, it's just a wall..."

"What the hell are you going to say?" Bitong is anxious.

"I'm only worried that if I say it, it may not be satisfactory."

"You won't know until you say it." Cheng Xueyan looked at him seriously: "If you really have a good way, you might as well give it a try."

Gu Haoxuan looked over with that look...

Because he is the son of a lieutenant, others look at him with respect or flattery, and there are also people who are full of worship because he will draw two strokes, but they have never seen such firmness and trust with such a little encouragement, like the warm spring sun, urging thousands of flowers.

He called Xiaoxi to whisper, and Xiaoxi immediately looked at his injured leg. However, the master's words were not acceptable, so he had to go in a hurry.

In just a while, two young mans in blue walked into the door carrying a pillar about seven feet long. Looking closely, it was a light golden silk.

I don't know what to do, but I saw Xiaoxi pushing the chair in.

Tanmu Taishi chair, with bowl-sized wheels rotating under its legs, and horizontal boards on its two front legs.

She blew her head... Is there a wheelchair in this era?

I don't know what they are going to do with these.

At this time, Xiaoxi greeted one of the little ones to carefully lift Gu Haoxuan to the wheelchair.

With only this toss, Gu Haoxuan's face was already white and cold sweat oozed on his forehead.

Xiaoxi looked at his master worriedly and rolled up his sleeves to wipe his sweat.

Cheng Xueyan stepped forward.

Xiaoxi retreated and watched the former third grandmother, who was also about to be the future third grandmother, wiped the sweat from his master's forehead with a lake-blue veil. The master's expression is beautiful, and his heart is also beautiful.

Bi Tong stared at the three people with her cheeks.

The two little men slowly unfolded the wide Siluo, and Gu Haoxuan motioned Cheng Xueyan to push the wheelchair forward.

As soon as Cheng Xueyan pushed, the wheelchair bounced and fell. Gu Haoxuan immediately clenched the armrest in pain, and his knuckles turned blue. After a little breath, he turned around and glared at Xiaoxi.

Little happy came up and smiled, "Xiao Xi is clumsy and barely did this according to my master's instructions. I don't know it's will. If I had known that there would be today, I'm afraid I would have made a comfortable and useful one by myself..."

Before he finished speaking, his head trembled. Xiaoxi exaggeratedly rubbed his head and jumped aside. After a while, he jumped back and held a huge tray.

Lifting the silk on it, it turned out to be nine rows of nine rows of wine cup-sized jade plates carved by white jade, all with half a cup of paint and colorful colors. Next to it is a mother's pen holder made of jade, about six inches long, white as a mother, lying on the ground, carrying six sons, ups and downs as grids, bearing the pen; there are pure yellow and black, black and white miscellaneous, yellow and black tortoise... It is actually a piece of impure jade, which is taken as a body carving, and the workmanship is extremely clever and amazing. To stop.

Gu Haoxuan pondered at Silo and reached out to get a brush.

This is going to be painting, Cheng Xueyan thought. She just heard that the painting of Mr. Gu was difficult to find, but she didn't see anything different. Of course, she just accidentally got the fan he painted. It's true, but I think this value is more due to being the son of a lieutenant. Otherwise, why didn't Guan Juguan invite him to be Mr. Painting?

She was waiting to find out when she saw the people in the chair shaking their wrists...

Oh my God, is he painting? It's just an inkjet typewriter! But... it's broken.

But when painting, you always need to draw the outline and then color it. As long as you see the outline, you can probably guess what the painter wants to draw. Instead, he waved the pen, clicked a few points or drew a few lines from top to bottom, and then changed the pen and continued to smear randomly, but it was the line that was tight.

In the blink of an eye, a two-inch wide vertical line was born.

He was still not satisfied. He continued to poke the mess without looking at the paint and brush in the plate. He grabbed it and dipped it twice and began to spoil the silk.

The brush flies and the paint is spread. If you only look at the action, you can look at the canvas...

Cheng Xueyan unconsciously looked at Xiaoxi, but saw Xiaoxi holding the tray with a worshipful face and even a little excited with tears in her eyes.

She had to readjust her mind and look at the chaos. Is this the original abstract painting? And Gu Haoxuan is the founder of abstract painting? Or it's a three-dimensional picture, which requires a fighting eye to see its connotation.

She tried to see something from it.

At this time, a strip about half a foot wide was painted.

When Gu Haoxuan's little vermilion fell on the silk, her eyes lit up. Is this painting about a woman?

She began to think about it carefully, but the more she looked like a woman. It seemed to be a complicated snake bun, and next to it was a three-winged warbler feather beads. In this time, the collar of the gold-inlaid treasure has also been outlined, drawing a flying ribbon on the silk satin shirt of Yunxia. Then...eyebrow...eye...nose...showed in the flying movement of the brush...

She looked past in surprise, and her eyes only wandered with the brush...

The huge pale brown pear... the vertical silver silk... The wide and elegant embroidered robe sleeves are half-hanging, lining the jade-like snow arms and slender fingers... It turned out to be a woman playing the pipa. Whether the appearance is unparalleled or not, the charm alone is vivid and vivid. If the viewer's eyes move a little, he will feel that the woman in the painting is inadvertently moving.

She couldn't help sighing the superb painting, but she didn't understand the meaning of the chaos he created beside this beauty.

Unconsciously, she pushed the wheelchair forward slowly to see what kind of scenery the next inch of canvas would show.

The gouache splashes ink, and the charm is slowly spreading, as if the spring breeze is passing by, and the flowers are bright.

The woman in the yellow silver light long skirt strokes the harp and looks elegant; the water-green hibiscus-like chest-length skirt woman plays the flute and looks silent; the middle of her eyebrows are lit with gold ** cut gold foil, and the woman decorated with red ruby is responsible for playing the flute, and there is still a little red mole on her eyebrows, which looks very playful; the hairpin is The woman with white jade inlaid red coral beads is playing the guzheng. Her eyebrows are extremely light, but there is a different style. Next to her, a woman in a rally embroidered light skirt stroking the brocade. One hand is slightly away from the string, as if she is intoxicated in the music. Behind them stood a three-layer embroidered dress with gold. The woman with phoenix tail is ringing the clock. Although it is just a back, her body is graceful and makes people want to go around to the front to see the beauty...

I couldn't help thinking of what Bitong said about the beautiful woman who saw his painting and pestered him to see the person in the painting. It turned out to be true.