That's it!

When the little girl in her heart squinted her eyes and put her pen down, Liu Nong also swung the brush at the edge of the ground table with a quick speed of two points on the drawing paper.

"Ah, I'm alive!"

Luluo still rubbed her right wrist with her left hand, but her right palm covered her mouth and exclaimed, "She didn't know how to draw, but she knew that the painting was very good. The person on the paper could withstand the little husband's little husband, and she immediately lived."

"Yeah, sang!"

Liu Nong rubbed his wrists and looked at the painting, and he felt a little happy. If the brushwork was about it, it might not be as good as Shu Yao and the Queen Yuan, but he thought that it would be different if he wanted to capture the gods. The person in the painting was Yuan Dan, who saw him holding a robe in one hand and throwing the five woods into the pot with the other hand. At that time, his flying eyebrows, bright eyes, and slightly raised mouth were all caught in the painting. He also used the method of drawing the gods to lightly describe the expressions of the people present, which further highlighted the protagonist in the painting's radiant and vividness.

After thinking for a moment, I mentioned the title of Lang Hao: "The beginning of the Red Chamber, the seven friends gathered, but I watched Yuan Yan and Dao play games... It was like the chef Ding slashing the cow, which was shocked to the four seats without knowing it. Even if I was in my heart, I had no choice but to have enough time..."

"Huating Liu Zhanhui admired him and gave him a look with a painting."

After the inscription was finished, Liu Nong put his pen down, stretched out his wide sleeve and slowly fanned it above the painting. When the ink traces were soaked in the wind, the painting would be completed.

Luluo said happily: "Have you finished painting by the little man? I took it to put it on."

"Yeah, go."

"Yes, little husband." Lu Luoruo was blessed, and then carefully carried the painting board to the room, afraid that she would accidentally defile the little husband's painting for two days.

At this time, Mo Li stepped out of the room and looked at each other.

Mo Li held a stack of books and stood on the water steps and looked down from above. Her eyes were fixed on both sides of the green ivy's bun, with a faint disdain on her face, but she was muttering in her heart: Why did the little husband give the green ivy such a precious buyao? Could it be that I slept too well at night? Or...

"Let's go!"

The green ivy smiled charmingly, just like the spring flowers blooming, and the sunshine fell on the shaking steps...

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Chapter completed!