Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 157 Painting
More than 3000 troops guard the mountain.

Wen Qian's sedan chair landed in front of the small lake on the top of the mountain, Mo Xuan, Chang Sheng, Wen Gan followed, and a group of male guards carrying pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

After getting off the sedan chair, Wen Qian looked around at the small lake at the mountain pass.

"Yaying, what do you think that girl is looking for?" The handsome young man in the sky looked puzzled.

"Coo? Coo coo!" Spirit Eagle shook his head, expressing his ignorance.

The small lake is not big, after looking at it for a while, Wen Qian stopped by the lake in the east.

"The position of the dragon's mouth spitting out pearls? That's right, it's here!"

Wen Qian's eyes lit up, and she turned her head and ordered: "Mo Xuan, let someone tamp this place down, pave it with stones, and place a desk!"

"Yes!" Mo Xuan immediately accepted the order.

Mo Xuan took the lead in cutting down a big tree and cut it into big wooden stakes. The armored guards quickly rammed the land with wooden stakes.

Then, I found a large stone, cut it flat and laid it on it, and finally placed the desk!
High in the sky, the handsome young man's eyes were full of confusion, not knowing what the people below were doing.

After Wen Qian saw that Mo Xuan and his team were done, she looked at Chang Sheng beside her: "Chang Sheng, bring the white cloth woven from the flag!"

"Yes!"

Chang Sheng immediately took out the five-foot-long white cloth from his cuff.

Put the white cloth flat on the desk and press it with a paperweight.

Wen Qian said lightly: "Research ink!"

"Yes!"

Just as Chang Sheng was about to step forward, Wen Gan walked up to Wen Qian's side first, and began to grind ink with curiosity in his eyes.

Wen Qian cast a glance at Wen Gan, and then at Chang Sheng, who was slightly annoyed that she was a step behind.

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of her mouth, and she took out a top-quality purple jade phoenix carving brush, looked at the five-foot white cloth, and thought for a while.

Mo Xuan was secretly hurt, and then all the guards showed curiosity.

In the sky, the handsome young man also looked at this scene in astonishment: "Here, what is she going to do? Writing?"

Just when the handsome young man was astonished, Wen Qian who was below had already started to write.

"call out--!"

A stroke fell, like a breeze blowing across the lake, and the lake suddenly rippled.

"Am I blinded?"

The handsome young man was very surprised, and immediately rubbed his eyes.

After rubbing my eyes, I saw that the wind on the lake was getting stronger and stronger, and a lot of mist was floating on the lake. The mist lifted into the sky and gradually condensed, even forming a rainbow of seven colors, which was extremely beautiful.

"The pen falls to shock the rain? The words she wrote are actually the pen falls to shock the rain!"

The handsome boy exclaimed: "Impossible, how is this possible!"

He really couldn't figure it out, a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old could stir up troubles in all directions with just writing?
The pen falls into a storm?
This can only be done by great scholars and calligraphers who have embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, but she is only seventeen or eighteen years old?
It is too preposterous and unbelievable that it is worth dozens or hundreds of years of cultivation of others!
Below, a group of guards thought that the sky had suddenly changed.

Only Wen Gan, Mo Xuan, and Chang Sheng had light in their eyes at this moment, because they had already guessed it.

This may be the change caused by Wen Qian's writing.

is this real?
Wen Qian made one stroke after another, and Mo Xuan who was beside him also leaned over.

Up close, he could see clearly that there was a painting on the white cloth.

Although it was only outlined with a black pen, this monotonous color made him see vitality.

Wenfu?

What the Empress Dowager painted was the mansion where she lived before, and the scenery around the mansion?

Looking at this painting, Mo Xuan felt unreal, as if this was the mansion.

A majestic mansion, the mansion is empty, and there is a small bamboo forest outside the mansion.

The Empress Dowager did not paint the mountains behind, nor did she paint the open space around the bamboo forest and the martial arts field.

There was a strong wind on the lake, and the torrential rain was majestic, and a huge vortex was formed in the lake.

All the guards were astonished.

Beads of sweat dripped from Wen Qian's forehead, but the brush in his hand kept drawing, stroke by stroke.

"Bang!"

The writing brush suddenly made a crisp sound, turned into powder, and was blown away by the wind.

Wen Qian didn't pause for the slightest, grabbed the last top-quality purple jade phoenix carving brush, and started to paint with ink again.

Rumble!
There was a roar in the lake.

High in the sky, the handsome boy's eyes were wide open, as round as black gemstones that would glow.

"Maybe only Miss Huayue can match such a powerful penmanship?"

The handsome young man stuck out his red tongue and swallowed with emotion.

"Wow!"

Lingying suddenly became restless.

The handsome young man lowered his head and looked at the spiritual pet under him suspiciously: "What's wrong? Falcon?"

"Cry! Beep!"

Spirit Eagle screamed anxiously.

The handsome young man said unexpectedly: "What? The energy of the dragon veins? Have you felt the abnormal movement of the energy of the dragon veins in the earth?"

"Hey!" Spirit Eagle kept nodding.

The handsome young man said strangely: "Dragon vein energy? Although it is only a small dragon vein, it can be accumulated for thousands of years, and there must be a certain amount of dragon energy. Certainly, she wants to absorb the dragon energy here?"

Below, a painting has been completed, and a crack appeared on the brush again.

Pointing the brush at a painting, Wen Qian stroked Xu.

"Take it!" Wen Qian whispered.

"Boom!" A strong gust of wind suddenly gushed out from the mouth of the vortex in the lake.

The strong wind soared into the sky, instantly dispelling the surrounding clouds and mists.

Then, it fell with a bang, straight into Wen Qian's painting.

It rushed out of the water violently, and rushed into the calligraphy and painting violently.

Vaguely, a faint red light could be seen in the wind.

"Aura of dragon veins? It really is the energy of dragon veins of the earth! She is so powerful!"

The handsome boy in the sky was surprised again and again.

"Boom!"

The surrounding mountains suddenly trembled.It was like an earthquake.

A whole stick of incense time.The earthquake stopped.

"Boom!" The vortex on the lake suddenly closed.

The strong wind also entered Wen Qian's painting, and the sky immediately became bright again.

With the brush in Wen Qian's hand, she made another virtual drawing.

"close!"

"Bang!" The top-quality purple jade phoenix carving brush was instantly turned into powder again.

When the second writing brush dissipated, Wen Qian's face was covered with sweat, and her ruddy face became pale as snow.

However, the painting she wrote was completely completed.

On the scroll, there was a faint red light, and the red light quickly disappeared into the painting.

At this moment, the mansion in the painting is more and more lifelike.

Even the original black and white colors, a lot of emerald green colors are miraculously added, and the grass on the ground in the painting is as real as it is.

Wen Gan put down the ink ingot in his hand, and was the first to congratulate: "Congratulations, Empress Dowager!"

After reacting, Mo Xuan, Chang Sheng and other guards also congratulated excitedly: "Congratulations to the princess."

When Wen Qian heard this, a flash of surprise flashed in her heart. As expected of the hero in the book world, she actually understood what she was doing.

Without changing her face, she asked Chang Sheng beside her: "Can you watch?"

"The slave will... know how to watch!" Chang Sheng was a little awkward when he spoke.

Wen Qian nodded: "Look up this painting!"

"Yes!" Chang Sheng immediately touched the painting cautiously.

Wen Qian walked to one side of the sedan chair, entered it, and adjusted her breath slightly.

The painting just now is what Wen Qian's current body can bear to its maximum limit.

【Master, you are awesome. According to my request, you made a defective spirit weapon similar to space in one go】

Wen Qian regained her energy, and as soon as she opened her eyes, a young girl's voice sounded in her mind.

She frowned slightly, and when she stepped out of the sedan chair, Chang Sheng had already made an appointment.

The handsome young man in the sky held his chin, looking thoughtfully at the painting in Chang Sheng's hand.

Chang Sheng handed a picture scroll and a scroll directly to Wen Qian.

Wen Qian took it and opened it gently.

In the painting is the mansion where he lived before.

Chang Sheng's eyes were full of curiosity, and all the guards showed admiration.

Mo Xuan tightened his grip on the long knife at his waist, and had some kind of guess in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

Wen Gan noticed the subtle changes in Mo Xuan, and for the first time, he paid attention to Wen Qian, the man who is both the leader of the guard and the future husband.

Perhaps, men in this world are not as incompetent as imagined!
(End of this chapter)