Chapter 296

Zhuo Qingyan opened her eyes and saw the full room of candles. Her hand was still in Chu Yichen's hand. She sat up with a smile, and the thief with a special smile.

"What are the benefits?" Chu Yi Chen saw her so, immediately asked with a smile.

"How long is this time?" Zhuo Qingyan did not answer questions.

Chu Yi Chen looked at the hourglass in the eye Palace: "less than two hours, this time faster."

"That's good. I'll use this time limit in the future. I can't let her stay there for too long. Otherwise, you'll have a bad rest." Zhuo Qingyan said and jumped to the ground.

Chu Yi Chen immediately came over and held her back to bed: "barefoot, will catch cold, what do you want to do? I'll do it. "

"No, I just want to give you something." Zhuo Qingyan is very happy.

"What can't be given here, naked?" Chu Yi Chen light white her one eye.

Zhuo Qingyan didn't care, opened the bracelet, took out a scroll and handed it to him: "look, fresh out of the oven..."

Chu Yi Chen took over the painting, and then looked at her proud look, smiling and shaking his head. The moment he opened the painting, he couldn't help but be stunned. Then he started immediately and took a breath again.

"Amazing!" Zhuo Qingyan was satisfied with his reaction.

"She painted it? Just painted? " Chu Yi Chen's eyes are wide.

Zhuo Qingyan pointed to the place where the painting was inscribed: "of course, all her paintings used the pen name of" baohuai master ", but this one, with a pure and authentic real name, kangyao!"

"Her original name was Kang Yao? Not Kang Zihui? " Chu Yi Chen is slightly surprised.

"Didn't I tell you? I found a self-report record of her. Kang Zihui, whose original name was Kang Yao, was the 127th generation descendant of Qianji palace. However, the Qianji palace she took over was not the same as that of the past. She was not well known. In order to make Qianji palace shine again, she went down the mountain to practice in person, dressed as a man, and walked in Shenghan continent under the pen name of Kang Zihui, baohuai Dashi Between. "

Zhuo Qingyan began to tell Chu Yichen what he had seen in the book, but Chu Yichen was surprised and happy when he heard this. Now Zhuo Qingyan has made friends with this elder, and things may be better in the future.

"So the fall of the state of Daxia was, in fact, her revenge?" Chu Yi Chen frowned slightly.

"In fact, even without her, it is estimated that the state of Daxia will not exist for a long time. As long as the courtiers exercise power, the head of the state is powerless, and the people of the world live a hard life, it will be sooner or later to destroy the country." Zhuo Qingyan got out of bed again, this time wearing shoes, went to the table and poured a cup of water to himself.

"But it's a wonderful painting. Are you willing to show it?" Chu Yi Chen too understand how stingy this girl is, good thing let her take out than draw her blood all ache.

"The exhibition doesn't matter, but it can't be taken away. As soon as the poetry and painting conference is over, I'll take it back. It's good to let these people open their eyes, and then let them understand where their gap is. I'm going to be late. Otherwise, I'll let Master Kang write a poem and another piece of words. Oh, my God, perfect!" Zhuo Qingyan is holding a cup in his hand, slightly raising his head and thinking about beautiful things.

Chu Yichen put the painting away and put it in the painting scroll. Then he went to her and directly kissed her on her lips. She said, "girl, you scared me today. How can you compensate me?"

"Er I Do you have any? " Zhuo Qing Yan's eyes have been a little confused, Chu Yi Chen tongue tip gently licked the corner of the mouth: "have."

Again gently covered her lips, Chu Yi Chen one hand on her back of the brain, one hand around her waist, gently force, will her in the arms, to the bed.

The next day, the Yayun pavilion was full of people. Everyone was struggling to look at the picture of flowers hanging on the fence on the second floor. The beauty of this painting was amazing. But when I saw the signature of Kang Yao at the signature, they were confused.

People have been asking and discussing about the sacred place of this man. People who have such painting skills must not be unknown. However, all kinds of literati from the whole Shenghan continent gather here, but no one has heard of him. This is a little strange.

It is also speculated that this person is a young man who just started his career? Unknown?

However, he was rejected immediately. Everyone looked at the man and was shocked. This man is the famous contemporary "painting saint" Zou Yitian. His paintings are recognized by the world as uncanny and lifelike.

He was nearly fifty years old, and his hair was gray, but he still had his spirit. At this time, he stood in front of the painting in a dark blue cloth robe, stroked his beard, looked at the painting with bright eyes, shook his head and said, "this painting must not be made by the people of today, but the ink is brand-new, but the technique and technique are the" treasure skill "which has been lost for a long time. Is it his descendants

"Mr. Zou, what you used to call" baohuai skill "is the legendary skill of" baohuai master " A middle-aged man approached to inquire.

Zou Yitian nodded: "yes, but this technique has been lost for more than a few years. How can it appear here?"

"It's said that" master baohuai "did not accept any apprentices in his life. Maybe he is his descendants..." The middle-aged man said again.Zou Yitian stroked his beard again and said, "I hope so. I want to know that master baohuai's painting skill is unique in the world, and no one can match it. It's a pity to learn that this skill was lost earlier. Now it's back in the river and lake. It's just like God's eyes and eyes are full again..."

The following discussion is heated, while the people sitting in the elegant room on the third floor are all looking at Zhuo Qingyan who is eating snacks, drinking tea and eating melon seeds.

"Princess, can you tell me the origin of this painting?" Bai Yu Lou couldn't help it any longer. He threw away the hand of Chu Haojun, who was holding his sleeve, and asked.

"Sorry, I can't Zhuo Qingyan raised his head and gave him a cool and polite smile, then lowered his head and continued to eat melon seeds.

Bai Yu Lou's eyebrows are almost twisted, but there is no other way. He can't use a strong one without being told. Even if he wants to, he can't beat any of these people here.

"The melon seeds here are not delicious. They are not as good as those fried by mother Qiu." Zhuo Qingyan pushed the melon seed plate in front of him and didn't eat it.

But the original full plate, at this time has little left, this is not delicious, if delicious, what is it like?

Several people all pursed up the mouth, want to smile, but not dare to smile.

Chu Yi Chen reaches out to one side, Mo language immediately passes a wet towel in the past, he naturally holds her hand, carefully wipes up, is very serious, is very gentle.

Zhuo qingfan also took a pot and poured a cup of tea. After blowing it, he handed it to her lips and let her drink it.