"He is the younger son of the prime minister of southern Xinjiang and the youngest uncle of the southern Xinjiang prince. The soldiers who have guarded the border of southern Xinjiang know him all!" Yuan Fangfei said softly.
Murong Xue nodded his understanding, such a noble identity, indeed qualified to be a messenger in southern Xinjiang!
"I also heard that this human being has a weird temperament, and the weather is uncertain, and the murder does not blink ..." Yuan Fangfei mysteriously lowered his voice, his eyes flashing with a little dread.
Murong Xue smiled, the sky surrounded with a thick dark breath, and at a glance he knew that they were born in the dark, and their fierceness and brutality were their nature. How could their temper be good!
The emperor on the golden chair looked down at the sky and said coldly, "I don't know why the sky came to Qingyan, why?"
"It is at the order of my emperor to come to give a gift to the emperor." The corner of the sky lifted a beautiful arc, mysterious and weird!
"Gifts?" The emperor's eyes were deep: at the end of last year, Nanjiang and Qingyan fought a battle, and ended with the heavy losses of Nanjiang. The emperor of Nanjiang hated him for being a bone, and the gift he gave was definitely not a good thing ...
Looking up at the sky, he saw that he took out a scroll and quickly tossed it off. A picture was slowly displayed in front of everyone. A five-clawed golden dragon was drawn on the white paper. The golden dragon had a bright eyes, long beards and sharp claws. , Domineering and exposed, very powerful.
It's just that Jinlong only painted the front half, and the back half was blank, like something suddenly smashed, and the other half of Jinlong's body was smashed without a trace ...
The dragon represents the supreme emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and the firmament gave a remnant dragon as a gift to the emperor. It was cursing the emperor's disability and dying early ...
Duchamp, who was sitting at the very end of the book, flashed his eyes and shot the case: "Sky, you dare to disrespect the emperor, it's a real courage!"
He was the first to reprimand the sky, and the emperor will definitely remember him, and when the matter is over, he will definitely be rewarded for his merits ...
An angry rebuke drilled into the eardrum and hit the heart directly. The sky did not take it for granted. He glanced casually at him, and said in a hurry: "How can the sky do not respect the emperor, please speak."
"You are drawing a half dragon on the painting, isn't it a disrespect to the emperor?" Du Shangshu pointed at the remnant dragon on the scroll and scolded.
"This is obviously a mighty five-clawed golden dragon. Congratulations to the Emperor Qinglong for his good health. What kind of half dragon ..." Du Shangshu looked up and down at the sky, his eyes full of contempt: "However, if you read it wrong, you can't be full Blame you, after all, you are old and you will inevitably be dizzy ... "
"If you are old, you can't do much in the Chaotang. You should sue the old and return the position to the young and talented person. You are still dying to occupy the position, and you don't think it's a laugh ... "
"You ..." Du Shangshu pointed at the sky and was speechless. What a sky is really sharp and sharp. He was obviously a party of reason. Not only did he fail to teach the sky fiercely, but he was also ridiculed. It's really abominable!
He was the first to reprimand the sky, and he showed his limelight. Both the emperor and the civil and military officials noticed him. Unfortunately, he was a loser. The embarrassment and mockery brought to Qing Yan, the emperor must be very disappointed with him ...
The sky said that the whole dragon was painted on the painting. If he scolded the sky again for half a dragon, the sky would definitely despise him more. Then why would he reprimand the sky and export evil spirits for himself, and let the emperor treat him? Take a look ...
Su Nanxiang stood beside the platform and looked at the picture. His beautiful eyes narrowed slightly: the picture was framed on paper, and there was no hidden mystery on it. The picture was a half-dragon.
The firmament insists that it is the entire dragon. As long as she can complete the golden dragon, the painting will be perfect immediately. Not only can she hit the firmament hard, but also maintain the dignity of Qingyan and make the emperor smile.
But, looking at the color and texture of this painting, the painting has been painted for a long time. Even if she is good at painting and light in ink, the back half of the painting is also different in color from the front of the dragon. It will destroy the beauty of the entire painting and make the painting very ugly. At that time, it was not a show of skill, but an ugly ...
The proud glance of the sky swept over a famous literary minister, military commander, noblewoman, Qianjin, the sons, proudly said: "Who thinks this painting is an unlucky painting of a half dragon, welcome to come to testify!"
Looking at his provocative eyes, the Emperor's eyes flashed a faint gloom, and disappeared instantly ...
Su Nanxiang's eyes turned sharply, his expression was anxious, and his head was messy, and he couldn't think of a countermeasure at all.
Ouyang Shaochen held the wine glass lightly, and the slow lightness was light, and his expression was faint, as if the sky had fallen down. It had nothing to do with him ...
The ministers of culture and martial arts looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed, and frowned tightly, indicating that they did not come up with a response ...
The arrogant gaze swept across the silent people on the square, and the eyebrows were mocked: "If you don't say anything, it means that the painting is not wrong, then give it to the Qinghuang as a gift, ha Haha ... "
The sky smiled proudly, and Yu Guang saw a young girl approaching slowly, took a wolf pen and drew a light stroke on the scroll, and said with a loud voice: "Thank you, Mr. Cang Qiong for the painting, so magnificent, metaphor Xiangrui ’s scroll, the emperor naturally likes ... "
There was a sound of laughter in the sky, and when I looked down, I saw a very simple high mountain appearing under Jinlong. From a distance, it was like Jinlong flying in the mountains and clouds, and half of his body was covered by the mountain ...
"Longteng Jiuxiao, the metaphor is indeed auspicious, wonderful!" Xie Chengxiang glanced at Murongxue and landed on the sky, with an unabashed mockery: "Thank you, Master Cangqiong for your painting!
"Yeah, thanks to Master Cangqiang, to the Southern Emperor, thousands of miles away, and thinking about our emperor ..."
"Although it's just a small picture, the etiquette is light and affectionate ..."
"The Southern Emperor has a heart, and the Young Master of the Sky has a heart too. Our emperor will surely be like the Emperor of the Southern Emperor and the Young Master of the Sky.
The voice of the civil and military officials with a deep sarcasm, smashed over mercilessly, the sky was dark and terrible, sharp eyes narrowed sharply, and looked coldly at Murong Xue: "Who are you?"
A small boudoir is worth a thousand dollars and simply added a stroke to the painting, which ruined his hard work in the past few days and destroyed his purpose. It was really abominable!
Murong Xue glanced at him, and said, "The people of Qingyan!"
"I'm asking your name!" The firmament corrected sharply, and the red eyes flashed darkly: Dare to ruin his paintings between the world, she was the first one, and he would never let her go easily.