The Villain Acts Recklessly [Fast Wear]

Before I had time to think about how long, I started to paint.

However, this canvas is fresh and soft, and the touch of writing makes the talented man of both literature and painting unable to stop pausing again and again.

The skin is greasy and the bones are fragrant, the sweet and warm fragrance is neither the smell of incense in the room nor the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus from outside, it is difficult for Yan Qin to describe.

Mixed with some bitter medicinal fragrance, with a bit of cold and lingering meaning.

The osmanthus twigs slanted across the young man's spine and reached the waist, causing people to tremble slightly, and the fingertips of Xiao Langjun, who is still unknown to the worldly affairs, also trembled slightly while holding the pen.

"I'm a little uncomfortable, you have to hurry up."

The eccentric young man also spat out urging words, making the osmanthus trees all over the place dazzling.

When half an hour is up, General Yan Qin will stop writing.

On this cool autumn day, his palms were covered with beads of sweat, and he could barely hold the paintbrush.

A luxuriant pear blossom was formed with faint golden ink marks. Lin Sui stood in front of the large mirror placed in the room and looked sideways.

The beauty twisted her waist, and the obscene clothes were thrown aside, leaving only the dark green robe hanging on her forearm, forming an arc behind her, stretching and tightening slightly with his movements.

Yan Qin didn't want to look at him at first, but couldn't help looking at him. What fell into his eyes happened to be this picture, like a glimpse, engraved in his heart more and more.

Yan Qin wiped the sweat from his palms with a handkerchief. In the past, he must have been confident in his paintings, but today he is not so sure.

It seems that some of the writing is not perfect, and there are a few stamens that are not beautiful enough. Is it too ingenious and not expressive? In short, the thoughts are complicated.

In Yan Qin's somewhat uneasy mood, Lin Sui put on his robe.

"Shang Ke, Mr. Xiao Lang, go home, I will naturally talk about it with His Majesty."

Lin Sui waved his hand, didn't stay with Yan Qin, and sent someone to see the guests off.

Yan Qin could only get this two-word comment, and he was in an indescribable mood. He was in a trance all the time, and he was a little absent-minded when he got home. He didn't come back to his senses until he saw the worried eyes of his mother and sister.

"Don't worry, mother. I went to see my father. He is in good condition. I checked the cell. He didn't suffer much."

Yan Qin told his mother what he did during the day in detail, but he got into Lin Sui's carriage and went to Lin Sui's house, and concealed the frivolous love of painting on Lin Sui's body, which seemed unbelievable to others. down.

"The cell must be cold and damp, and the food must be worse than at home. Tell me why he is so stubborn."

Mrs. Yan grabbed the handkerchief, anxious and helpless.

"Mother, don't worry, your body is the most important thing, don't worry, dad will be fine."

"Didn't you say you were going to Hangzhou? Did you find someone to intercede?"

"Hmm..." Yan Qin responded in a low voice, and didn't say who he was looking for, just said, "It should be all right, let's see in a few days."

Mrs. Yan sighed: "It's good if someone is willing to help. I don't want your father to work so hard when he is old. His health is not good. Why bother?"

"Mom, you also know Dad's temper, brother is back, let's make dinner."

Yan Rongzhen is thirteen years old, and like her second brother, she was very intelligent at a young age. She comforted her mother and diverted her attention like a little adult.

After dinner, Yan Qin went to his sister's study to help her with her homework, and then returned to her own study.

The book was in front of him, but he couldn't read a single page, pacing back and forth in the room.

Putting down the book, Yan Qin rubbed the ink to meditate, and when he was about to practice calligraphy, the brush fell on the paper, which reminded him of the touch when he was painting just now.

Although he was painting with one hand, he would occasionally hold the drawing paper and make habitual movements inadvertently. After touching his hand softly, he hurriedly let go of it. I don't know if Lin Sui noticed it.

The room seems to be filled with the faint scent of bitter medicine and warm fragrance, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard is also left on the clothes.

As his thoughts became more and more chaotic, Yan Qin simply put down his pen and went for a walk in the courtyard, thinking about the purpose of Lin Sui's actions today.

He didn't remember when he provoked the lord, his father was busy with the flood recently, and he didn't impeach him, so it is unlikely that he used him to vent his anger because his father was in the prison.

Could it be that he really just wanted to see how his painting skills were, or did he have any special preferences for people to paint?

Yan Qin decided to suppress his suspicions, wait until a few days later to see the will of the Holy Majesty, and then consider what kind of medicine is sold in Lin Sui's gourd.

He fell asleep with his mind full of worries and dreamed at night.

The beauty looked at her back in front of the mirror, but there was no trace of anything on her back.

The beauty smiled affectionately: "Mr. Yan Xiaolang, you should hurry up."

Yan Qin woke up from the dream, looking at his slightly dirty underwear, his face was flushed.

He washed the clothes by himself, even though breakfast was useless, he copied the Qingxin Sutra three times in the study.

He didn't know why this happened, it was a waste of reading sage books!

Lin Sui washed off the marks on his back when he took a bath at night, and the person who presented the gift didn't deceive him, and the brush and ink were indeed easy to wash off.

He asked Caixiao to change the water, and Caixiao was startled when she saw the blackness in the water. After all, this was not a medicinal bath, and she was relieved when she learned that the master accidentally dropped the painting and calligraphy into it.

Lin Sui let Yunxiao enter the palace again, and entered the palace to face the saint on the second day.