Shen Rou'er was good at painting, especially figures. She would often draw some of the things that had happened and show them to Le Dan like a picture album, but she would not tell anyone about them.
Not even a single thread from the woman's house can easily escape from the house.
Every time after reading a book in Le Dan, Shen Rouer would carefully keep it all.
At this time, the maids quickly laid out the desk, and Shen Rou'er stood in front of the desk, looking at the soft blue waves in the gentle breeze in front of her, and her mind returned to the scenes at that time.
Up until this moment, she kept recalling and profoundly remembering the scene.
Unknowingly, I was immersed in it... I picked up the pen and swiped my brush, frame by frame, to make those scenes appear on the paper one by one.
After she finished painting one piece, Le Dan couldn't wait to pick one up and look at it carefully.
The first picture shows Ye Feng running very fast. There seems to be a whirlwind in his sleeves and between his legs. It seems that he can hear the sound of his robes.
The second picture: Ye Feng has one leg bowed and one leg horizontally drawn like a line, his body is straight back, his right hand has grown out, there is a cold light on the fingertips, and the tip of the light is pressing against the ankle of a Japanese melon.
Above Ye Feng's head, there was the samurai sword that clearly struck down the Japanese melon, but it was empty. Ye Feng's cold eyes are clearly visible in the painting.
The third picture: Ye Feng is also doing a lunge. A Japanese melon's samurai sword swept across. Ye Feng faced the Japanese melon sideways, with his front legs arched and his hind legs stretched. While his head was tilted back to dodge, the cold light on the fingertips of his left hand penetrated the Japanese melon's armpit from bottom to top.
Shen Rou'er also used a few strokes to outline Ye Feng's sliding steps, lunges, and shoveling steps, as well as the speed and crisis atmosphere brought by the cold light.
At a glance, one can strongly feel the thrill and thrill of the time, as well as Ye Feng's calm but sharp counterattack and momentum.
Le Dan couldn't help but flip through each page carefully...
To the seventh picture.
Ye Feng was dressed in black, with a long body and a stern face. With one hand behind his back, the knife held between his fingertips, he pointed at the wailling Japanese melons in that place, as if scolding Fang Qiu, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura.
On the corner of the painting, there are three big words: Kneel down for me!
Proud, fierce, mighty and domineering, full of oppression!
A good boy is nothing more than that!
Ledan's heart seemed to be beating violently when he saw it, and he could feel his blood pumping and his heart racing!
And the next one.
Ye Feng was sitting at the teahouse table, his facial muscles were tense, his brows were erect, his eyes seemed to be filled with dancing flames, the hairs on the black and white edges of his hat seemed to be standing at all, and his whole body was filled with a faint black aura.
At first glance, it feels like there is a heavy mountain weighing on his body, but he is still so upright, unyielding, and fearless!
It's... very heartbreaking, and I feel like I want to brush away the black air and move the giant mountain away for him at all costs.
And the last one.
Everything seemed to have cleared up. Ye Feng and Qi Jun faced each other with fists, and their whole figures were like light clouds floating leisurely in the blue sea and blue sky, as calm as the wind, easy-going, warm, and relaxed.
The most eye-catching thing is the black and white trim on his hat. Those furs are loose and relaxed as if being blown by the breeze.
Ledan was deeply drunk after seeing it.
And Shen Rouer, who painted these paintings, was deeply immersed in various emotions and couldn't extricate herself.
It turns out that when I picked up the pen, I realized that the person in my mind had been so deeply engraved...
The surging thoughts follow that person, whether they are happy, angry, sad, or happy...
Only when I felt him so clearly did I understand him...
Painting, painting, painting, it seems that I can't get enough and I can't stop. But when I finished writing, I felt filled with sadness.
There is a kind of emotion that cannot be painted or described, but there is a stronger impulse and desire to run towards that person, willing to do whatever it takes...
"I want to follow him and help him shine even more brilliantly."
Ledan murmured.
This voice and these words suddenly brought Shen Rouer back to her senses.
She turned her head instantly, with deep hostility in her eyes!
He stopped immediately and lowered his eyes.
Le Dan didn't realize it yet, he only wanted to look at the paintings and looked at them over and over again.
Shen Rouer walked over and wanted to take away the paintings.
In the past, she painted and Ledan read. After Le Dan finished reading, she took it away.
But this time, Ledan didn't want to.
She hugged the painting to her chest and stood up to avoid Shen Rou'er's hand. She pouted and said, "I won't return these to you. I'll keep them."
Shen Rouer: "..."
She slowly put away her fingers, slowly retracted her arms, shook her head, tried her best to be gentle, and even had a pleading tone in her tone.
He said: "These are the most immersive works I have ever done. Princess, just look at them and return them to me. I will never be able to paint such masterpieces again."
She wanted to take it back, wear it in a book, use it as a pillow when she was alive, and bury it when she died.
But Le Dan still refused, shaking his head like a rattle, ignoring the water splash in her eyes, turned around and handed the paintings to the eldest maid, and also told: "Keep them in the boudoir of this princess."
At this moment, a certain string in Shen Rouer's mind suddenly broke.
But she didn't make any fuss or fuss, just dug her nails into her palms, and the smile on her face became gentler.
He stepped forward, took the paintings out of the palace maid's hands, put them back on the desk, then took Le Dan's arm and walked out of the pavilion.
He said: "Put it here for now, and collect it later. Let's go for a walk by the lotus pond first. I feel there are still some omissions. After enjoying the scenery and clearing my mind, I will come back and draw a few more pictures for you."
When Le Dan heard that there was still something there, he immediately nodded his head like a chicken pecking at the rice, and happily watched the flowers and scenery with Shen Rou'er.
The wind is getting stronger, causing the lotus leaves to sway.
When the two of them were overjoyed, they saw only the bookcase but no paintings.
It turned out that Le Dan forgot to tell the palace maid to watch, so the wind blew the paintings away one by one, and they all scattered into the lotus pond on one side.
Shen Rouer was anxious.
She originally wanted to attract Le Dan's attention by admiring the scenery, give herself some time to come up with a more interesting story, come back and draw it for Le Dan, and then take the painting away while he was reading the story.
Who knows...
In her haste, she also forgot to use the paperweight!
It's over now, it's all over.
Shen Rou'er jumped into the pool desperately, trying to salvage it.
Jiang Ledan was also shocked.
She was thinking about how to grab Ye Feng, but the painting was gone and Shen Rouer fell into the water. She hurriedly called the maid and her mother-in-law to save her.
Shen Rou'er didn't know how to swim. She said, "Gulu, Gulu," and she would sink when she drank water. She didn't forget to ask someone to fish out the painting first. Ledan was so angry that his liver ached.
But I quickly arranged for someone to fish it out.
But what’s the use of catching it?
The new ink has become scattered and drips into the water. No more sonorous meaning, see my daughter's heart again.
Shen Rouer fainted.
…
Ye Feng didn't even know that he had become the protagonist of the "comic book".
After he finished the initial inspection of the six parts of the first corpse, he tied his hands and went to the door to look for Qi Jun.
Asked: "Can the intense pain break open the acupuncture points?"
