The Empress’s Gigolo

"Can't see?" Instead of showing the book to Zhan Caixian, the old man asked Ren Qianqian instead.

"Thank you very much." Ren Baqian was just interested in the little Huangwen of this world, and there was no reason to refuse.

The old man was happy to see him agree, and his old face smiled like a chrysanthemum: "It's a good person, and it's more sincere than those who obviously want it, but say no."

People around are twitching and watching Xiao Huangwen with you is a good person? Is it your brother who is visiting the blue building with you?

Ren Baqian took the book and said politely, "Thank you for sharing."

The old man laughed more happily, praising: "The little guy is nice, has a vision, and is polite."

Others don't understand, but Ren Baqian understands.

This kind of thing can only be understood by those who come here.

Take a look at the major forums on the Internet. There are sprays everywhere, and any word will be sprayed with dog blood, and everyone is full of suffocation. Only 1024 netizens are all "Thank you for sharing, the landlord is a good person, a good person is safe for a lifetime ...", there is almost no anger.

So everyone is good.

"Then I'll take it first? Return you later." Ren Baqian signaled with the book in his hand.

"If you like it, you don't have to return it. I will have the opportunity to return a new one in the future. The sword is a hero, and the pink powder is a beauty!"

However, Ren Baqian always felt wrong.

The sword is a hero, the pink is a beauty, and the little Huangwen is ...

Ren Baqian didn't think that he could think about it. The more he thought about it, the more he thought he was scolding himself. The old man smiled like a chrysanthemum in full bloom and gave himself a little yellow book. ?

Arching towards the old man, Ren Baqian took the book in his arms silently.

"What's in the book? Let me see, why can't women read?" Lin Qiaole came over and looked curious.

"You'll know in another fifty years!" Ren Baqian said. After thinking about it, even though Lin Qiaole is still okay, he may not be able to marry. Maybe it will be another hundred years.

After entering the village, from time to time you can see an old man basking in the yard to water the flowers, just like the old lady in the village.

Anyway, I saw a person setting a table in the yard to draw with a pen, squatting on a horse, the forearm of one hand was parallel to the table, and the brush in his hand made a stroke on the drawing paper from time to time.

Every move of this man looks very imposing, so Ren Baqian finally feels that he has such a little mastery.

After all, these are the older generations who survived the war. These masters are not all mud-legged, and it is not surprising that there are some masters of chess, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy.

"Grandpa, what do you draw?" Zhan Caixian carried the firewood three or two times and jumped into the yard.

"Painting mountains!" The old man said without raising his head.

Zhan Caixian glanced around the drawing paper and turned his head to look at the nearby mountains, wondering, "This mountain is a bit fat!"

"So majestic!"

"A little shorter?"

"This is gaining momentum, and it will one day break!"

"Is this obviously a mountain bag?"

"It's called looking at the mountains, not the mountains, and the girl just speaks a lot." The old man became angry and angered.

Although Ren Baqian didn't see what the old man drew, he understood it. He could paint the mountain peak that pierced the sky like a mountain bag. This is not an ordinary person.

I just found out that this person has a style, and make a soul painter for a long time.

As he thought, he added: "Soul Painter!"

The old man's ears were sharp and his eyes lightened, and he laughed, "This little guy is an educator. The most important thing in painting is the soul, meaning, not form. Come and come, let ’s take a look, old man His paintings can only be seen by discerning people. "

"This old man is a **** wheel, which is a little weaker than me." Lin Qiaole added in a timely manner, and stretched out his hand, turning his hand to the sky and his fingers.

Ren Baqian thinks the meaning is probably: the gap between heaven and earth. But if you say weaker, what do you mean by this?

"Little girl's breath is so loud." The old man almost laughed at her action.

"Today my husband is not familiar with the general, the little guy came to see my painting." The old man looked at her carefully, and then greeted Renba Qian, looking for someone who can appreciate his painting, it is more important than fighting with others. Already.

"excuse me."

Ren Baqian walked to the table with a back and glanced after speaking, his face was weird.

Where is your mountain bag?

You are clearly a hoe, and there is another side of the **** behind the hoe.

A small stone was painted on the hoe.

"How?" The old man was complacent.

"Looking horizontally into a ridge and a peak!" Ren Baqian immediately jumped out of this poem, and from a certain angle, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the peaks and valleys are undulating.

"Okay, that's good!" The old man laughed immediately when he heard the poem. "This poem matches my painting, which is in the mood."

"Have you got the next sentence?"

"Far and near are different!"

"Yes!" The old man laughed and put these two poems on his head.

Ren Baqian felt that there was nothing wrong with the ancients. Rogues are not terrible, but they are afraid that they have culture!

In front of this is not only a cultural gangster, but also a god-level cultural gangster.

The little girl next to him looked passively at a "horizontal view of a ridge and a vertical peak." He was still studying the ridges and peaks in this painting carefully!

The old man then put the paintbrush aside and saw that Zhan Caixian was holding the firewood beside him, and said, "Don't you send the firewood to Hu Qinghua? Are you tired?"

"Oh!" Zhan Caixian nodded quickly, and seriously said to Ren Baqian, "Your poem is so good." Then he ran towards the outside with the firewood.

The old man reached out and slaps two hands ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Then he looked up at Ren Baqin and asked, "The little one is my Taoist, good! Good! What does Ye Sanbo have to do with you?"

After hearing this, Ren Baqian started to turn his head. Does this old man know the people with the surname of Yun Guo? That is at least 70 years ago. If I live to this day, I am afraid that I am also a master.

But I haven't heard of such a character in Qingfeng City before.

Then two possibilities, or the masters of the older generation, or the ancestors of Qingfeng City Lord, have long since died.

Or the old man slaps himself. There are often such episodes on TV. If he climbs up the pole and says that it is the ancestor, the old man laughs three times and then slaps himself to death.

After thinking about it, Ren Baqian said: "I've never heard of this person, I don't know where the seniors know?"

The old man was silent for a moment before sighing: "Is that so? I thought I saw the old man. Time is gone, things are wrong!"

"Come in and talk." The old man waved his hand, his mood dropped a lot.

Ren Baqian thought he might be thinking too much, but he was careful. After all, he is now in the enemy's hinterland.

If it succeeds, it will do more with less in the future.

If they were spotted, they would be hunted down.

This old man is a **** wheel. I don't know if there is a **** wheel in the village. If so, coupled with a large number of old-fashioned masters in the wheel, Lin Qiaole may not be able to run away if he wants to run away with himself.

I took a sleeping pill last night and fell asleep from 2pm to 8am and woke up at 12pm. After a long afternoon, I was awake at night and wrote a chapter. Change this chapter first, and go to sleep now. A lot of readers asked the group and announced it again: May 8 449 6 7 0 41