son, who is your father

Chapter 142 Communication Communication (2)
Chu Tianyi shook his head, looking at Bai Moyi with worry in his eyes.

There were fewer and fewer people performing on the field. As time passed bit by bit, Bai Moyi felt that his body was much better. If it wasn't for continuous movements, he should have no problem to survive this game.

Holding the silk handkerchief in his hand, it seems that he can still smell the elegant lotus fragrance that belongs to that person, just like his person, even the fragrance is indifferent.

Thinking of those three people who went out to "communicate", Bai Moyi subconsciously cast a glance outside the door. It's been so long, he should be back, right?She wasn't worried that Prince Li's life would be in danger, but he was too naughty, and even she couldn't help but want to teach him a lesson.

"Your Majesty, the No. 1 of this piano, chess, calligraphy and painting has been decided. Next, should I let Yiyi show it to everyone?" There is no one in the game anymore, she can't just let her go!
"Alright, Yiyi, what do you think?" Chu Junhao returned to his gentle look, and turned his head to ask.

Bai Moyi got up and walked to the venue, picked up a pair of calligraphy and painting in the first sentence on a table, looked at it twice, and said: "Let's draw first!"

The pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table were all ready, and the white ink clothes didn’t say much, spread out the paperweight, touched the paper twice, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, after a little thought, he picked up the pen, With a focused expression, the cold and pretty face was peaceful and peaceful, revealing an indescribable charm, no usual indifference, only tranquility.

The white dotted plain dress outlines her beautiful and exquisite curves, her concentrated expression, and her red lips are slightly pursed, all of which reveal the arrogance in her bones. The hall is silent, and everyone is quiet Looking at the woman wielding the brush wantonly, her movements fluttered on the drawing paper like flowing clouds and flowing water. Two strands of hair hung down on her chest, flying with her movements, adding a softness to her virtually. beauty of.

The woman on the stage was concentrating on painting, but she didn't know that she had become a scenery in the eyes of others at this time.

There is a touch of Qinghua pouring around her, and any beautiful woman standing beside her at this time will become a foil, because some people are born to be the focus, and a random movement is full of endless charm.

A woman is like a poem, a woman is like a painting, she is moving for the painting, in fact, she herself is a beautiful ink painting.

Before a stick of incense was available, Bai Moyi stopped writing and looked at the painting on the table with a satisfied smile on his face. After thinking about it, it seemed that something was missing. By the way, the inscription!Thinking about it, I lifted the pen and went to the empty corner on the upper right.

A slender jade-like hand stretched out across the air to stop her. Accompanied by a faint scent of Li and a trace of sadness, Chu Junli stood beside her, with a faint light in his peach blossom eyes, and slowly said: "Let me Come!" Tomorrow, he will leave, he wants to leave a good memory for himself, a memory that belongs to him and her!
Perhaps it was the sadness that inadvertently radiated from his body that moved her, Bai Moyi stopped his hands, and slightly erred to the side.

Chu Junli smiled gratefully at her, took the pen in her hand, and the moment his fingertips touched, his hands trembled slightly as he pinched the pen, glanced at the painting on the table, his eyes flickered with appreciation, She always does unexpected things.Turning to Chu Junhao, he said, "Brother Huang, she must be the number one!"

"Really? I want to see it!" Chu Junhao walked down impatiently, with anticipation in his eyes.

At this moment, Chu Junli had already inscribed the words on the painting, and quickly rolled up the painting on the table, saying, "I'm sorry, this painting will belong to me from now on! Brother Huang, I will be away for a while tomorrow, so I won't leave it." Come to bid you farewell!"

"You want to go?" Chu Junhao was stunned, obviously disagreeing.

"Brother Huang, you can't stop me!" Chu Junli looked at him with persistence in his eyes.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow, you can show me the painting first!" Chu Junhao thought about finding a way to keep him after the banquet was over, but it was not the place to talk about this at this time.

"Doesn't the emperor believe in the eyes of the younger brother?" Chu Junli glanced at the people in the hall after saying this.

"I believe it! The fourth brother said that the first is the first!" Chu Junhao believed Chu Junli in this point, and the fourth brother had no intention of going to court, otherwise, with his talent, the throne might have been his back then.

"Yiyi, thank you!" Chu Junli smiled at Bai Moyi, but that smile was too sad and forced, with a touch of heartache and parting.

Bai Moyi was still angry when he rolled up her painting, but seeing Chu Junli's desolate expression, he swallowed all the words on his lips. Forget it, anyway, the painting is for people to see, for one person It doesn't make any difference to her whether she watches it or how many people watch it.

"Your Majesty, this is biased, and we didn't look at it, so how can we count her as the number one?" Bai Xinyi was already jealous when she saw the harmonious atmosphere between Chu Junli and Bai Moyi just now, but now she heard him announce that she is No. 1, even more dissatisfied.

"The old minister can trust the fourth prince. Although I haven't seen it, I believe that the fourth prince's vision is right!" The right minister who had been silent for a long time opened his mouth, and the moment he opened his mouth, he wanted to protect the white ink clothes, which really made the minister suffer. shock.

Even the emperor and the right minister said so, no one dared to speak out even if they had thoughts in their hearts.It's nothing to win this round, anyway, there are still four rounds to come, so I don't believe that she can win it all, and it's nothing if someone comes forward to help her.

"Next round!" Bai Moyi didn't want to get entangled in this issue. If they didn't believe it, she naturally had a way to convince them, and she didn't want others to see the words that Chu Junli inscribed on the painting just now.

"Fourth brother, I want to see it!" Chu Ziyi jumped over and pulled Chu Junli to play tricks. Of course he wanted to see Yiyi's painting, and he wanted it even more!

"No!" Chu Junli refused without even thinking about it. This is his, only his and hers. It is unique. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a little sweetness in my heart!
"That Yiyi, you can also help me draw a picture when you go back, okay?" Seeing that the fourth brother failed, Chu Ziyi wrapped up the white ink clothes again, and finally had an excuse to find her, hehe.

"Not good!" Bai Moyi refused lightly, and his already weak body was dazzled by him.

"It's okay, I'll look for you every day until you finish the painting!" Chu Ziyi who was rejected was not unhappy, but even more excited. It's better if you reject it a few more times, then I will come to you more often!

(End of this chapter)