No One Can Fight

The young couple hurriedly parted until the sky broke.

Ying Qianyun is here.

As soon as I got home, I saw Ying Qianyi lying on the table asleep.

A stove was burning next to the little girl to keep warm, and a blanket was draped behind her back.

The red face was deformed by his arm, and his little hand stubbornly held an empty teacup.

Ying Qianyun looked at Xiao Lu and the others.

"The fourth lady insists on waiting for you to come back."

"Already served strong tea, but... the fourth lady couldn't hold it."

Ying Qianyi's work and rest are always regular, even if he talks about Bingzhuye, he won't talk too late.

This time staying up all night for the first time, with insufficient experience and unable to make it through.

The last sentence before going to bed is: I will squint, you are not allowed to move me.

"Didn't you explain?"

"Explained, but..."

They explained, using the standard rhetoric that Ying Qianyun told them.

Mysterious masters teach martial arts, and only a talented person can practice martial arts.

Ying Qianyi was stunned for a long time, and finally said "accept".

But still refused to go back.

Not even going to bed,

Life and death have to wait here at the table.

I guess... I just want to wait, but I don't know what I'm waiting for, I just want to ask, I don't know what to ask.

Ying Qianyun leaned over and hugged Ying Qianyi's princess directly.

Take it to the bed and lay down.

Xiao Lu and the others immediately took the quilt and covered it with Ying Qianyi.

Finished the Fourth Miss.

Xiaolu and Mujin went to the small kitchen to get a bowl of porridge.

Extraordinarily understand Ying Qianyun's small habits after staying up late.

"Yesterday I remember you said how many more boxes Meng Lei sent?"

While drinking the porridge, Ying Qianyun also remembered a little incident before.

Yesterday early in the morning they were curious about things collectively.

It was strange that my family gave the second wave of gifts inexplicably.

"Take a look."

There are three boxes in total.

Two big and one small.

The big box is a bit large, but not heavy.

The wood is superb, although the carved patterns on it are not hand-painted by famous artists, but they are also carefully crafted, and the flowers are clustered.

Put it in ordinary people's homes, it is estimated that it can be one of the dowries for the generations.

Ying Qianyun opened the first box, which contained several beautifully packaged scrolls with a letter on it.

You don't need to look at the content of the letter, just look at the thickness of the letter, Ying Qianyun and the others will know who sent the gift.

"Meng Lei seems to have indeed gone to Jiangnan to buy goods a while ago... Is this a gift from the gang leaders who know that the young lady is going to be a princess?"

"It's possible." Ying Qianyun handed the letter directly to Mu Jin.

Reach out for those scrolls by yourself.

"The old way, it's all nonsense, a series of beards and horses."

Every time I read the letters of the big guys, it is very embarrassing.

The big guys have no problem with literacy and basic writing.

But if you want to talk about literary talent and handwriting, you will definitely not be able to get it.

Therefore, every time I write to Ying Qianyun, it is written by a scholar who makes the best writing.

But I don't know what caused the misunderstanding.

The initial letter to her was either beautifully worded or concise.

not bad.

But later, it was the vernacular that was extremely nauseating.

Every time it was written stinky and long.

"This time it's even more nauseous. It seems to have said a lot. They are very loyal and save trouble. They will never cause trouble to the young lady."

Mujin quickly read each page of the letter, and accurately found the key to the higher repetition rate in the nonsense.

"Why? They got into trouble? I want Miss to run again?"

Xiao Lu is very dissatisfied, if it is usual, forget it, now the lady is busy.

Is Jiangnan far away?

Every time something happened, the young lady did her own effort and effort in a hurry.

This also means that the lady not only can't take them, but also has to go all the way and sleep and eat.

"Mujin, don't look at it roughly. Take a closer look and see if there is anything important in the letter."

Ying Qianyun has opened the first picture scroll.

The expression...very shocked.

Xiao Lu and Mu Jin looked together, and soon the master and servant's expressions of the same style could make up a group of fun.

"Now the famous artists in Jiangnan have this hobby?"

"I'm not a famous artist, and I'm not very good looking at painters."

"At least the painting looks alike."

"Who is this?"

"do not know."

The exquisite scrolls, the gilded paper, and the faint fragrance, the painting is...a man.

He is a scholar, so it should be considered good-looking.

Everyone understands the ancient style of painting.

But it can be expressed that the author wanted to boast and portray the beauty of this man with care.

"The man standing by the bridge holding a fan and preparing to pick flowers... Is this any allusion?"

Ying Qianyun couldn't think of it hard to think of it as a metaphor for that ancient allusion and celebrity.

Suddenly I feel so illiterate.

"Look at the next one." Bao Qi is like the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, which can only be understood by combining them as a complete set?

It made sense, so I went on to dismantle and watch.

Amazed, confused, and embarrassed.

Three expressions rotation.

There are still various beautiful men in the painting, but compared to the scholar in the first painting, the protagonist of the latter painting is a bit less serious.

A male dancer who sings a play, a young boy who dances a sword, a fairy with a ghostly makeup...

One wears less than one.

Ying Qianyun opened the second big box suspiciously.

Inside is no longer a picture scroll, but a rather exquisite house model.

It can be seen that it is an extremely exquisite Jiangnan style garden.

Ying Qianyun fiddled with the small waterwheel in the model garden and was sure that if water was added to the pool, the small waterwheel would move.

This gift is not bad.

But... if she remembers correctly, this model was not fun in ancient times.

But when rich people use it to build house gardens, they will ask people to design hot samples.

After the host's approval, the work will be started according to the hot sample model.

Generally, hot samples will be kept well at the end.

It can be useful for repairing or reselling in the future.

At first, basically only the royal family could enjoy this kind of private customized service.

The good things that go up and down, and those that are exclusive to the rich and powerful will always flow to the people with the development of the times.

"Last little box, let's see what it is."

Before opening, Ying Qianyun had a hunch.

After opening...

"Sure enough." Dumbfoundingly, he looked at a piece of land deed iron coupons, a lot of sales deeds.

Garden, for her.

Beautiful boy, for her.

"Should they say that their consideration... is comprehensive?"

For fear that she, the princess, would be wronged, even Jinwu Cangjiao’s "house" and a large number of "outside rooms" are ready.

Fully demonstrated his "sensible" and "easy to use".

"I'm afraid that I will resign?" Ying Qianyun threw back the portrait and the deed of deeds.

"Ask Meng Lei, what the **** is going on, and all of these, send them back."

What a mess.

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Ye Huaishu looked around.

The people around who caught his gaze suddenly turned their heads to avoid his gaze.

But it is certain that once Ye Huaishu looks away, those who hide a few meters away will stare fiercely.

reason?

Because there are Yang Heng and Ying Qianyun beside Ye Huaishu.

As soon as these three people appeared on the stage, the effect was really too sensational.

But the three of them don't care too much.

As the "victor" in the rumored version, Yang Heng is worth showing off.

Ying Qianyun is a "favorable beauty...to a certain extent, it is also worth showing off."

What's more, these two people...

Well, there is no one else in love.

All the way is sweet and sweet, and doesn't care about other people's eyes at all.

Does Ye Huaishu care?

It can be said that since childhood, he has become too accustomed to people whispering around.

Now this kind of avoiding his sight and usually pounced on hotly, there is no difference at all.

As for why these three people came out in a group.

Isn't it for a wedding photo?

After the little couple had an unforgettable birthday.

Going to find Dazhi enthusiastically, I want to paint this scene.

He also wore a similar outfit to show Ye Huaishu.

The result was a strong opposition from Dazhi.

"If I remember correctly, is this painting to congratulate you on your wedding?"

"Yes."

"The child, the waning moon, and the white yarn dance." When is the wedding photo suitable?

Ying Qianyun wanted to emphasize that this is light pink, not pure white.

Although it looks like in the moonlight...

"If you want it, I will paint it for you in the future. It can be used as a wedding gift. This won't work."

Well, Ying Qianyun doesn't emphasize the color anymore.

This is a piece of painting in vain.

Yang Heng, as a traditional ancient person, agreed faster.

Indeed, the wedding paintings are still a bit more vulgar.

Good luck is more important.

Then...then they came to climb the mountain.

Bring the artist to find inspiration.

In this season, the scenery is mentioned.

What could be more beautiful than the maple leaves of Cuihua Mountain?

It's just the most beautiful scenery, not just for them to appreciate and find inspiration.

There are also many other tourists.

It can't be compared with the small and long vacations of later generations, but even now, I can definitely admire the flow of people.

Fortunately, fortunately.

Yang Heng was appointed king.

As long as his **** is standing by.

In this place, no one can attack the prince's "honor guard".

So everyone was looking a few meters away, gossiping with each other, and couldn't move forward.

"The prince, the princess, the Fu Kong Pavilion is here, do you want to go there and sit down?"

A famous tourist attraction, the rich, rich and celebrities like to spend money to build a variety of resting spots.

You can also leave a good name by the way.

This pavilion was built by the royal family.

If no one comes to the royal family, forget it.

When someone comes, they have to be free.

Fu Kong has nothing to do with Old Master Kong.

It’s a line from the Book of Songs: To Qiabaili, to bring blessing to all Confucianism

It means blessing to drop thousands of households.

The guard specially added "The Princess", just to remind the girl that she is not physically strong.

After walking for so long, I should be tired.

Well, in fact, the princess is the least tired one.

Yang Heng and Ying Qianyun looked at Ye Huai's book.

Quite a bit...Where the wedding photos are taken, it feels like the photographer has the final say.

"The royal pavilion?" Ye Huai became interested, "The location should be excellent."

Is excellent.

Not on the side of the main road, few people are secluded, and a great view.

Because it is a pavilion built by the royal family.

In fact, even if there is no royal family resting there.

In order to show respect, there are not many people sitting there.

There are no other pavilions nearby.

If you have good physical strength, you can walk to the temple on the top of the mountain and rest.

Ye Huaishu was very satisfied as soon as he got there.

Command the book boy to unfold the pen and ink, and he wants to frame the scene.

The guards also dispersed a little, not to disturb the noble Yaxing.

"This seems to be the second time."

Yang Heng and Ying Qianyun smiled at each other.

Although Ye Huaishu didn't know.

But it was really the second time they looked at Ye Huai's calligraphy and painting from the same angle.

In the same pavilion, the same person, the same Ye Huaishu was setting the scene.

Even Ye Huai's calligraphy and painting are the same protagonist.

However, unlike the last time, Ye Huai's book is not a good picture this time, only the last reference.

This time is the first step in the idea.

So the picture is only a preliminary draft, but with a few strokes, you can see the variety of maple trees and the splendor of autumn.

"Not only from this angle, but also the beautiful scenery on the road."

"Has Zimo ever had a maple leaf work before?" He painted so many in one breath, as if he had arrived at a new scenic spot with excitement.

"Yes." Ye Huaishu obviously heard the quiet discussion behind.

Only at the draft stage, he would not forget himself completely.

"How could the beauty of Cuihua have not been painted. It's just that this year's Maple Leaf looks... very naughty and agile."

Inspiration broke out.

Ying Qianyun turned his head and looked at Yang Heng: Smart? Naughty?

Yang Heng looked at the surrounding maple leaves carefully: I didn't... see it.

Don't delve into the artist's mind.

Ye Huaishu obviously wanted to freeze all the beautiful scenes on paper in one go.

Finally, he combined these drafts to create the artistic conception he wanted.

Fill in the next two models.

Two models who were not important in the early stage, quietly prepared to sneak away.

Well, it's nothing big.

It's just a couple who came to see that Red Maple has a little game.

Couples or couples should choose a maple leaf they like.

Write verses and give each other a gift.

It's all here.

The verses are all ready in the stomach.

It is the kind of meticulous preparation that the teacher has done.

Looking at Ye Huaishu, there is no need for a model now.

Of course, the little lovers are splitting up and looking for Ye Zi.

"That hypocritical guy from Ye Huaishu is really here?"

A very greasy voice came over.

Ying Qianyun followed the voice and looked over.

Well, people are really greasy.

It looks like a dog, and the look in the eyes and facial features give people an...undecent greasy feeling.

"Look at him coming up." The doglegs next to Greasy Boy also fit the dogleg template.

Sharp-mouthed monkey gills, roe-headed rat order.

At first glance, it was a **** who bullied others.

Even if they didn't mention Ye Huai's book, Ying Qianyun couldn't help but look at it.

Phase is born from the heart.

I have seen too many "people should not look like" and "people's heart is separated from the belly", and I see that the two look so in line with the personality.

Really rare.

"My son, he came with King Rui, we..."

"What are you afraid of? Who is Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu is Ye Huaishu's cousin. As an elder, I see what's wrong with my nephew. Seeing my nephew... What's wrong with caring about his emotional injury? Hahahaha Ha ha."

The greasy man is happier when he smiles.

"Bah, people look like dogs all day, those little ladies are still rushing up like a demon, Ye Gongzi, Ye Gongzi~" he learned a few words sharply.

Dogleg echoed the ridicule again.

"Isn't it just hypocritical things, hypocritical, disgusting, and pretending to be a gentleman. It's just that these little ladies are blinded, who is Ye Huaishu? He is a white body, and when Ye Shangshu is dead, he is not a fart, son, me? I have a knighthood!!"

"Yes, yes, he is not worthy of putting your feet on him."

"I heard that he failed to steal a woman this time? Hahahaha, I have to laugh at him."

"But……"

"Relax, I know in my heart, I won't offend King Rui..."

"You said, as my cousin, I specially admonish my nephew not to obsess about the princess and empress... Do you think King Rui can be so pretentious?"

"The son is wise!"

"Hahahahaha...huh?"

The eyes of the greasy man suddenly brightened, and light appeared in some of his yellowed eyes.

A fairy-like girl suddenly appeared in front of you.

The color of this garbage is naturally bright.

Even if the fairy wears a veil, but only half of her face, just this slender and slim figure.

It's worth molesting.

"Where is this little lady."

The fairy who appeared suddenly bent her eyebrows at the garbage.

Stretched out a slender hand.