Chapter 143

As night fell, the other courtyard was dressed up as fast as possible. At this time, there were all kinds of lanterns everywhere. The originally beautiful garden is now even more beautiful, and the scenery is moving more and more. It can be seen that these people also took care of themselves.

Every month, take Han Ling and Su Yun to go out together. It's not far from the street. After a few people walk for a while, they see the most lively central area. At this time, those lanterns are hung all over the streets. Along the way, they can also see some opera groups singing and dancing vividly. There are also scholars who sell literary talent at this time. If they write words, there will be people praising and asking for advice from each other.

A few people walk in this busy place every month. The beauty passing by the street brings a gust of fragrance, which is very attractive. There is no lack of some beautiful or exciting.

This kind of life is really too real. Walking on this street is like a dream, in a trance

Every month, she came out without a veil. Passers-by glanced at her one after another. She looked a little unreal in the light of these lanterns in a blue dress. What's more, her indifference all the time made people feel that her identity must be not simple.

After looking at the two people around her, they were sure of this idea. Therefore, many people just dared to look at it vaguely and praised it in their hearts. What a beautiful woman! Unfortunately, they didn't have the chance to get to know each other, just because Su Yun, the bodyguard with a sword and a cold face beside her.

When I came to the middle of the street, I stopped every month and looked at the man who was painting the opposite scenery on the stall. He looked like a painter. The technique is familiar, the pen is powerful, and the wrist moves without hesitation. A painting is finished like a stream of clouds and water. Every bit was vivid, and immediately attracted every month and let her stop for a long time.

"What's the matter, girl?" the painter raised his head, and the slightly magnetic voice spread to every month's ear. She saw that the painter was so good. It's not too much to say that he was a romantic talent.

Every month she sat down on the stool in front of the stall. "Can the painter make a portrait of the little woman?" she looked at him with a light smile.

The painter turned up his mouth, which made Han Ling blush. Su Yun frowned and didn't say much. His intuition told him that he was too excellent, but he was just a painter

"If you want to do this, why don't you do it!" he said. He changed his brush, changed his paint, spread out a piece of rice paper again, and soon outlined the outline of the characters on it. Every month he picked his eyebrows and looked at his things. He smiled, but he didn't say anything. He kept his posture and let the painter follow his appearance.

In the bustling street, a group of people surrounded here not long ago, but the people on the portrait radiated light. They looked at it from beginning to end every month. Those pigments seemed to be something special. The blue clothes and skirts emitted blue fluorescence, the face was also like jade fluorescence, and the fingertips around the hair were true and false, and the shape and color were moving.

The eyes are cold, but with a smile. Just right, at the moment, on the rice paper, the fluorescence is scattered around. The people in the painting are like fairies, but the real person is still on the side.

"Oh, as like as two peas, it's a real God. It's the same thing. It will shine."

"Yes, I haven't seen such a picture in my life!"

Someone on the side of the road said that he couldn't believe it and squeezed into the painter's side. At this time, the painting was almost finished, only the last place was the red lips.

A vivid and lifelike portrait was completed with the tip of the pen lightly. The painter put away his pen and raised his eyes to look at the moon that was already deep in the painting.

It's not that she hasn't seen the world, but... The painting is too perfect. That's her face, but she never knew she could be so perfect.

Fluorescence is not dazzling, but vivid. It softens the eyes of the people around it. I don't know what this thing is every month, but it's really a good thing. It looks expensive. Today's painters are really rich. They can have such strange things

The painting held up the painting and compared it with every month. Every month still sat on the stool and didn't get up. Han Ling beside her had already been stunned. She was so big that she had never seen a painting that would shine!

Su Yun is naturally addicted to it. It's a pity that he can't paint. Even if he does it, it's shameful, otherwise

"How much does the painter charge?" asked every month. She also liked the painting, because I'm afraid such paintings are rare. You can see from the reaction of passers-by.

The painter smiled and looked at every month with fixed eyes, "this painting... Xiaosheng doesn't sell..."

Every month, his eyes turned to his face, and the corners of his mouth that originally smiled suddenly became cold.

"It's funny that you are a painter. Why don't you sell it when you paint it for the guests? Are you afraid that the little girl... Won't give me money?" Feng Yue said and glanced at the painting.

At this time, she was sitting in the place surrounded by lights. It was very attractive, especially the luminous portrait, which not only attracted people on the roadside, but also Prince Xiao Yuchen who was drinking to the moon in the restaurant.

He had focused his attention on the lake where the moon and lights were shining, but suddenly there was a noise not far downstairs, which led his attention to the past.

This look just made him see the painter holding the portrait and looking at the jade man opposite. He can see the picture very clearly and the people there

He was a little distracted and looked at the picture, the woman.

"Brother Huang, what's the matter?" sitting opposite him was Xiao Yuhua, the brother of his mother's compatriots. At this time, they came out to breathe during the festival, and the prince also took his brother who came back to pray for blessings. Because things have been bad recently, of course, the bigger reason is that his children are gone. You know, although he has a lot of concubines, he has never let a woman pregnant with his own flesh and blood. Liu is the first and he really wants it.

"If we don't go down for a walk, it's a rare holiday." Xiao Yuchen said. Xiao Yuhua nodded. His character is gentle and elegant. He has always listened to the arrangements of his brother and mother since childhood. He has never disobeyed, so naturally he won't have any objection.

They came to the restaurant and walked into the place surrounded by people. They only stood outside and stopped to watch. From their perspective, they could just see the picture and the person opposite.

"Since the painter doesn't want to sell, the little woman doesn't force it." when she sees that the other party has no intention of buying or selling every month, she won't say more, because there's no need to waste time with a person who obviously doesn't want to do your business.