"Dream in the palace?"

Yang Jian and Yang Su looked at each other, feeling a little confused about what the scholar wanted to do. The former had heard from his clan brothers that Lu Liangsheng had the essence of his skills, not magic and swordsmanship, but brush and ink illusion. When he heard that he wanted to paint, he became curious.

"I have heard that Mr. Su is so good at painting, just satisfying his desire for eyes!"

In an instant, several eunuchs brought a long table and a big chair. Two maids held the four treasures of the study and grind it carefully, slowly spreading a blank scroll on the table.

"gentlemen."

A maid was holding an exquisite brush, made of sandalwood, with red markings and flowers. The tip of the pen was made of purple hair from the marten, and the ink was dried up on it. It was obvious that Yang Jian usually used it.

"This pen is not valuable, it is something I often use. It is written in hand and the lines are smooth and beautiful. I hope you don't dislike it."

"I am not disgusted, but the paintings I have drawn later, which can be made by extraordinary brushes."

Lu Liangsheng was indeed not picky. He turned around and walked outside the hall and whistled. The old donkey walking around the square outside turned his head and shook his long ears. Before the guards around him could react, he flashed through their gaps, and excitedly shook his tongue and rubbed against Lu Liangsheng's hand. Seeing someone in the hall standing up and looking out, he quickly withdrew his big tongue, straightened his body, and straightened his neck straight.

"Acquaintance, don't pretend."

The scholar smiled and patted the donkey's head, walked to the bookshelf to take out the spiritual root wood from the inside. Mu Qi was sleeping lightly, not knowing what was happening outside. As soon as Lu Liangsheng took it in his hand, it suddenly turned into black smoke. In front of everyone, he turned his skirt and turned into a graceful and charming woman, and rushed to the scholar's chest and rubbed it against him.

"Old demon and old demon!"

When the palace maids and eunuchs and even the guards in the hall saw Xuanqi, they all widened their eyes and their toes were stretched in their shoes, and they didn't dare to show off their anger.

Yang Su, who was holding a cup to drink the wine, felt the terrifying demonic aura, and with a puff, sprayed the wine out and looked at the woman in black dress.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, where did you find the monster..."

On the dragon throne, Yang Jian put down the wine glass in his hand and couldn't help but stand up.

"Sir, who is this...?"

"Brother..." Yang Su on the left side below slanted slightly towards the imperial stairs and lowered her voice: "This is a monster, a thousand-year-old monster."

Hiss ~~~

Yang Jian took a breath, then vomited heavily, but sighed: "I didn't expect that there were such beautiful monsters."

Cough cough cough!

This made Yang Su cough a few times during the meal. This was the first time he saw his brother say such words. If he let his brother and sister-in-law know, what would be better?

Fortunately, Lu Liangsheng didn't know what he said to the monster there. The black smoke rose up and transformed into a rough and dead brush. Countless slender rhizomes extended downwards, and intertwine the pen tip.

"Don't be surprised by your Majesty. This monster has been with me for a long time and will not do anything harmful."

After a brief explanation, I walked to the table, gently brushed the paper with my palm, and dipped it ink with my other hand holding the pen. The lights shining from the palace maid's hand slowly fell down, and wandered in a winding way, drawing a belt of ink to the back of the drawing axis.

On the imperial stairs, Yang Jian had seen two mysterious things today, but he still couldn't help but walk down curiously. He walked across the table with his clan Yang Su and looked at the painting.

Lu Liangsheng's eyes were focused, and he could see his cheeks and his forehead were covered with fine sweat beads. The pen body he was holding was trembling slightly, but he still waved his arms and wandered outlined.

The ink band is embellished, gradually revealing the prototype of the long river. The tip of the pen is slightly raised, hanging on the paper and falling to other places. Below the paper, the pavilion on the top of the mountain is hooked, and the old pine trees are independently welcomed to show off.

The brush turns, quickly decorate and outline it. In the nearby pavilion, the literati and elegant guest waved their fans and joked, and pointed out the gap at the foot of the mountain.

"Standing on the top of the mountains and watching the Wei River flowing eastward, it's a good mood!"

Just by painting, Yang Jian saw the artistic conception of this painting at first glance. When he was admiring, Lu Liangsheng, who seemed to be unable to hear all the sounds, finished painting the strange stones of the grass and trees on the mountain, drew the blank on the west side of the scroll, and made the tip of the pen, and the ink was as light as smoke. He could vaguely see that it was a city outline, and an official road followed the faintly opened city gate, winding with the tip of the essay.

"This is Chang'an...then here..."

Yang Jian's expression of admiration gradually subsided, and some clues were seen on the drawing. His eyes stopped on the east side of the official road as the tip of the pen extended, and he had guessed what was going to be drawn there.

The clan brother beside him, let him know first.

“…it’s Daxing.”

Lu Liangsheng, who was writing and painting on a desk, gradually smiled, and he was immersed in the painting, dipped ink, and walked away again. The green ink outlined the city wall, with flags standing on it, two steps and one post, and the soldiers were majestic and raised their heads and chests.

The houses and buildings in the city streets are lined up one after another. On the streets, people are dressed in simple clothes, people come and go, and bricks and stones can be paved in the subtle areas. The streets are rolling flags along the shops. The guy holding a teapot wipes sweat from his forehead, and his mouth opens as if he is shouting towards the street.

In the open wine shop, the greedy man took a bottle of turbid wine from the shopkeeper and was touching the money for the wine. In a street and alley, a woman was drying clothes in the distance. She looked into the alley below. The peddler took a windmill and handed it to the two children around her.

......

In the hall, the lights are burning quietly, and in the quiet, you can hear rustling sounds.

The brush and ink are sprinkled, and the last blank space of the painting is decorated with the daily life of people full of lively and noisy, full of fireworks on earth.

When the lamp oil dried up and some eunuchs came to add oil, the figures of calligraphy and painting at the desk fell to their last stroke.

Presented in front of everyone was a long painting of people living from distant mountains, cities to streets and alleys. Lu Liangsheng exhaled, put his pen off the inkstone, attracted the palace maids, took the wine handed over and took it, and sprayed it on the painting.

The wine was filled with mist, and spots fell on the paper. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated into the painting. Yang Jian, who was also sprayed with wine, and Yang Sufei danced in her cuffs and fanned the water vapor room. She saw that the paintings on the table came alive.

"this....."

The emperor, who had never seen an illusion scene, had not spoken yet. In an instant, he seemed to smell the fresh air on the mountain, and birds were singing crisply. When he turned his gaze, he and his clan brother beside him suddenly changed the world.

The night is pushed away by the sun, the bright sun is hanging among the clouds, and the pine branches on the cliff are swaying slightly with the gentle breeze.

The two of them were no longer cold floor tiles in the main hall, but soft soil. In the cliff in front and in the pavilion, there were a few literati and elegant guests fanning the peach blossoms blooming outside the pavilion.

It was exactly the scene in the picture that Yang Jian saw before.

"I'm...into the painting?"

In a horrified tone, Yang Su, who was standing beside him, smiled and said, "Brother, go and take a look. Maybe Fellow Daoist is right in front of you."

As he said that, he protected the emperor and walked towards the pavilion.

At this time, the palace became in chaos. In the main hall, the palace maids and eunuchs rushed out of the hall gate in a panic.

"It's a disaster. Your Majesty and the Duke of Yue have been locked in the painting-"
Chapter completed!