Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 311 - Unlimited paintings in the world, unable to draw with sadness
"Um……"

He buried his face in front of her chest, and almost exhausted all his strength to manage to utter the nasally "hmm".

"what happened to you?"

She held up Sikong Que's cheeks, her hands were covered with warm water stains, that was...

"Que, don't cry! You idiot!"

She took Sikong Que into her arms and let his face rest on her shoulder.

"What are you afraid of! Just assume that everything now is Nankeyimeng. You father and son have survived without me for so many years. I believe that you will be able to spend the spring, summer, autumn and winter without me in peace and joy!"

"…Um……"

Sikong Que was already in tears at this time, he bit his lip tightly, not letting himself cry.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Li Qingmei tightly. He only realized later today that the most breathtaking scenery in the world is from the perspective of leaning on her shoulders, looking at the spring flowers and autumn moon , summer wind and winter snow.

As long as she is by my side, any time is a good time in the world.

"Que, I want to draw a family portrait with you, one every day until... how about it?"

"Okay! I'm going to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstone for my husband! I'll be here soon!"

The decorations in the cold palace were all available, and Sikong Que quickly fetched pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and even moved a long desk.

"This is the first stroke, I will draw!"

She rested her chin and "looked" in the direction of Sikong Que expectantly.

"Well! Then I will grind ink for you!"

As Sikong Que said, he picked up the agarwood ink and began to grind it carefully. After a while, he dipped the Langhao pen into the ink and put it into her hand.

At the same time, he signaled Sikong Nianqing who was standing aside with his eyes and gestures: no matter how well she draws later, remember to applaud her.

She moved her pen vigorously, almost without stopping for half a minute, and completed it in one go.

His appearance has already been engraved into the bone marrow, and it will be indelible forever. After a while, she stopped writing and hesitated.

"I haven't drawn for a long time, and my drawing skills are rusty! Can I still watch it?"

Sikong Que was a little choked up, but he saw two people jumping on the rice paper, a man and a woman.

The appearance of that man is impressively the same as when he was not enthroned, he was still a little young, but now he has already been a husband and a father for many years, the years are not forgiving, and he has never spared the years, right?
But the woman in the painting is only a vague figure, and the strokes are messy.

She forgot her original appearance, and she never forgot him...

"I'll draw you and Nianqing!"

"it is good!"

He took the Langhao brush from her, and began to draw seriously with his head down.

From the beginning to the end, he did not raise his head to look at their mother and son, because the appearance of their mother and son could emerge in front of his eyes as soon as he closed his eyes.

Xiao Nianqing poked her head, her eyes sparkling without blinking, but she saw that the father and emperor in the painting were tightly hugging the mother in blue shirt, and the mother was holding the lovely him in her arms.

"Can my son hang this painting on the bedside?"

Xiao Nianqing's tone was full of pleading, so that every day when she opened her eyes, she would be able to see her father and mother at the same time. Thinking about it, she felt happy.

"Okay! Let your father be a revolving lantern later!"

Li Qingmei paused, describing the specific style of the revolving lantern.

"Carve out the sun, moon and stars on the lamp bone, and then draw a few more family portraits. Let's make a revolving lantern with eight sides!"

"Put on the wind chime again! When Nian Qing hears the wind chime ringing, it means that my mother is singing to my little Nian Qing!"

"Do you agree?"

"Wow! Really? That's great!"

Sikong Nianqing clapped his hands happily.

"It's all up to you! There are still seven paintings left today, I will draw now and make dinner later."

The speed of Sikong Que's brushwork accelerated a bit, and soon the mother and son were sitting or standing, eating dishes secretly, or talking and laughing happily on the rice paper.

"What's for dinner tonight?"

"Plum Blossom Crisp, Braised Noodles, Honey Sauce Chicken Wings, Braised Pork!"

Sikong Nianqing bit her finger, salivating.

"I want to eat noodles. I haven't eaten your braised noodles for a long time. I miss it very much!"

Sikong Que pressed down the wet painting with stones, and immediately turned around to prepare dinner for the family of three...

On Meishao on the moon, Prince Sikong Nianqing, escorted by the shadow guards, walked towards the East Palace alone with a smile on his face.

The royal father and the queen mother sent him away tonight. Although he was a little disappointed in his heart, when he thought that the royal father promised to take him and the queen mother to play outside the palace tomorrow, his little face was full of excitement.

"Hahaha!"

He couldn't help the joy in his heart, and inadvertently laughed out loud.

"Your Highness, why are you so happy!"

Sikong Nianqing's servant Zhao Wuyong couldn't help but smile very brightly when he saw His Highness's happy appearance.

But only for a moment, his face darkened, and he immediately stood in front of Sikong Nianqing.

And the eight shadow guards hiding in the shadows also quickly appeared, guarding Sikong Nianqing in the middle.

"Oh!"

A magnificent orange-red firework blooms into a strange and unpredictable dahlia in the dark night where the moon and stars were sparse.

"Fengchi, hold them back for a cup of tea! Reinforcements will arrive soon!"

After Zhao Wuyong sent out the signal for help, he immediately threw more than a dozen hidden weapons towards the southeast direction of the Merlin, which was driving Zhengsheng.

"Who is coming! Haven't shown up quickly!"

"Ding ding ding..."

Soon there was the sound of weapons being handed over from the depths of the Merlin, and when the sound of metal clashing stopped abruptly, no less than thirty black figures like ghosts appeared in front of them.

But seeing one of the men in black, who was obviously the leader, take a few steps, his eyes were cold.

"Hand over the prince! Spare you not to die!"

"What if this old slave refuses to agree! This is the palace of the Gale Empire! Reinforcements are coming soon! If you are willing to retreat obediently! This old slave promises not to hold you accountable!"

Zhao Wuyong is one of the shadow guards sent by Sikong Que to protect Prince Sikong Nianqing. He has the highest martial arts, and he can fight with Sikong Que a hundred moves without falling behind.

At this time, he felt the extraordinary skills of these masked assassins for the first time. They obviously carried the hostility flowing from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. What was even more dangerous was that judging from their steps and shapes, they were obviously well-trained. Disc!
The leader of the man in black who was negotiating with them was a woman with extremely high martial arts. He was definitely not the woman's match, so he could only delay as much as possible.

"Quick fight!"

The woman seemed to have seen through Zhao Wuyong's thoughts, so she drew out the soft sword at her waist, and slashed at Zhao Wuyong's face.

Zhao Wuyong blocked the fly whisk in his hand in front of him, but the blade of the sword carried strong internal force, he couldn't dodge it in time, so he could only bite the bullet and catch it.

"puff!"

He only felt that his internal organs seemed to be crushed by Qi Qizhen, so he turned his face and looked at the prince Sikong Nianqing behind him with pain and determination in his eyes.

"Your Highness! Run! These people come from Jianghu! We are not their opponents!"

"Crack!"

The whisk made of cold iron in his hand shattered into two pieces, so he stretched out his palms and caught the second white blade cut by the woman with his bare hands.

"Hehe! Want to escape? Dreaming!"

The woman sneered twice, and immediately mobilized her internal force. The eunuch in front of her was instantly torn into two halves by her internal force. The thick bloody aura was mixed with yellow and white viscera, flowing all over the place...

When Sikong Que and Li Qingmei got the distress signal and rushed to the scene at the first time, there were only corpses left on the ground. The prince Sikong Nianqing was blatantly taken away in the deep palace. !

The other party didn't even leave any message, who did it and what is the purpose?All this is unknown!

(End of this chapter)