Xingjun, he is a heartthrob

Back in the heavenly realm, both Yu Haoran and Little Mushroom were exhausted.

By performing arts, they did earn a little money in the world, but with that little money, wanting to see Mr. Shenglan Xing is simply a daydream.

But selling art is too tiring.

Yu Haoran tried hard to recall the modern marketing model, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration: "Little Mushroom, I can draw some portraits of Xing Jun and sell them!"

Isn't this equivalent to modern peripherals?

Little Mushroom was so tired that he collapsed on the ground and didn't want to move: "Okay."

"But, why can't I change back?" Yu Haoran was almost bubbling with depression, "Walking in the crowd like this, I will be trampled flat in a few strokes."

"I do know the formula of that elixir, how about I try it?" Mushroom Fairy was still innocent and cute, before Yu Haoran could answer, she ran to the pharmacy: "Don't bother me in the next few days."

Yu Haoran looked at the back of Little Mushroom and sighed: Although Mushroom Fairy has two legs, she still loves that cute Mushroom.

For several days in a row, the little mushroom was soaking in the pharmacy and making medicine, Yu Haoran went to the mortal world to find Lord Sheng Lan Xing, hoping that Lord Sheng Lan Xing would recognize him.

However, every time he went there, Shenglan Xingjun either cared about fighting wine in the Red Mansion, or splashed ink in Nanqing Pavilion.Every time there are thousands of people emptying the alleys, shouting and embracing.Let alone meeting, it is very difficult to squeeze in front of the crowd.

Even when he was free, Yu Haoran followed him and found that he was always drinking and composing poems alone, and he ignored anyone who came to see him alone.

The dignitaries and dignitaries in Huyang City always like to join in the fun, there is an endless stream of people who come to ask to see each other, but they have never been able to enter the door.

One day, Yu Haoran hid at the door and peeked.Shenglan Xingjun came out of the door, a little drunk.When the four eyes met, Yu Haoran's heart was pounding, he thought that Shenglan Xingjun would recognize him.

However, Shenglan Xingjun patted his head with drunk eyes: "Hurry up and go home, your parents must be very worried."

Yu Haoran was very disappointed.

Lost for several days.

Shenglan Xingjun seemed to have completely forgotten about him and the heavens.

He went to wait outside the door of Yihonglou to meet him by chance, and wandered around Nanqing Pavilion trying to attract attention.However, after a long period of time, nothing happened.

Yu Haoran looked at Shenglan Xingjun's decent-looking and outstanding calligraphy in his hand, and began to put painting on the agenda.

He thought, what would Sheng Lan Xingjun think of if he saw those portraits?Or, in case Shenglan Xingjun finds those portraits interesting, he will take the initiative to look for himself.If it doesn't work, rely on those words to sell some money, and go to Nanqing Pavilion to meet Shenglan Xingjun.

He painted many different styles of paintings for Shenglan Xingjun - cartoons, portraits, ancient styles, including modern costumes and vampires.As soon as these paintings arrived at the market, they were sold out immediately.

Among these paintings, the one with two antlers on Sheng Lan Xingjun's head is particularly popular.

"Holy Emperor." Xianjun Haomiao presented the portrait of the white-haired antlers in front of the Holy Emperor, "Do you want to capture Yu Haoran?"

"Let him go." The Holy Emperor took the portrait and waved his hand.Looking at the face on the painting, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to rub it: "It has the charm of Hanlin."

Immortal Haomiao heard the words and withdrew.

There was silence in the palace.

Yu Haoran's paintings are in short supply in the street market, relying on this, he has made a lot of money.Finally collected enough 1000 taels of silver, and had a chance to meet Shenglan Xingjun in Nanqing Pavilion.

Unfortunately, many people entered Nanqing Pavilion on this day.Yu Haoran paid 1000 taels of silver, but he could only stand outside and watch.

"Time flies like a shuttle, and the branches are full of flying flowers in the past." Sheng Lan Xingjun sat in front of the table, took a sip of wine, muttered, and wrote the poem on the white paper with a pen: "Between the temples Although the color of snow is gradually growing, if you don’t see you, you won’t grow old.”

As soon as the work was completed, someone bid immediately: "I will offer 1000 taels!"

"One thousand five hundred taels!"

"3000 taels!"

Yu Haoran's ears were buzzing, his violent temper finally came up again after he had endured it for so long - if things go on like this, he won't be able to see Xingjun again today.

He had no choice but to resort to the most primitive method—sinking into his dantian, closing his eyes and shouting loudly: "Fang Hanlin, come out!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Yu Haoran was also a little surprised that this trick actually worked.

People turned their heads and looked at this little guy with rabbit ears, wondering how he made such a loud noise.

Shenglan Xingjun was also attracted by Yu Haoran's voice, turned his head sideways, and saw a child with rabbit ears. He thought it was cute and familiar.

He who seldom speaks, this time he pushed aside the crowd and came: "Hey! Whose family is this kid, come to beg for calligraphy for your father?"

"Just your ugly words, don't!" Yu Haoran raised his head proudly.

The crowd let out an exclamation—it was the first time they saw such a follower with personality.

"Then what do you want?" Sheng Lan Xingjun also found it interesting, and knelt down to stroke Yu Haoran's ear.

Yu Haoran stretched out his short hand and pointed at Shenglan Xingjun: "I want you!"

The crowd exclaimed again and again—this kid is so courageous that he openly flirted with Hanlin, the house of thousands of people in Huyang City.

Shenglan Xingjun smiled, and when he got up, he gave Yu Haoran a painting: "Stop making trouble, go back."

"This painting can keep you safe from food and clothing."

"You call it painting? Do you dare to compare with me?" Helpless, Yu Haoran blatantly challenged him.Only in this way can he not be kicked out and have more opportunities to get along with Shenglan Xingjun.

"You know how to draw?" Sheng Lan Xingjun turned around again, his face was gentle, but with an inexplicable sense of alienation.He stared at Yu Haoran for a long time, his brows slightly moved: "Child, have I seen you somewhere?"

Yu Haoran was very excited, he thought that Sheng Lan Xingjun was about to call out his name, Sheng Lan Xingjun suddenly had an expression of enlightenment: "You are the child who got lost that night, right?"

"Stop making friends with me!" This time, Yu Haoran became even more angry, regardless of the question mark on Xingjun's face, he walked to the desk before him and sat down, "Let's draw Luohe."

"After two hours, let's see who can draw better."

"If I win, let me follow you." Yu Haoran clarified his purpose.

"What if I win?"

"It's up to you." Yu Haoran said decisively, his gaze firm.

People's eyes fell on Shenglan Xingjun, and they waited with bated breath, wanting to see the reaction of Hanlin, who has always been polite and alienated from others.

"Okay." Sheng Lan Xingjun agreed.

For some reason, he just felt that this kid was very familiar.Some inexplicable images flashed in my mind-a galloping river, torrential rain, a running white deer, a lion chasing the white deer, and...

The thunder that crashed by.

Shenglan Xingjun was shocked by the sudden thunder, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the incense had been lit, and Yu Haoran had already started to draw.

Several people from Nanqing Pavilion helped him rearrange a table opposite Yu Haoran.

He sat down and picked up a pen to paint.

Every time I write down a stroke, images flash in my mind - glaring blood, pouring river water, flying roc birds.

But in the picture, what will never change is the thunder that strikes.

Shenglan Xingjun endured the doubts in his heart, took a deep breath, and began to paint calmly.

In order to make the guests not so bored during the waiting time, and to let Yu Haoran and Fang Hanlin paint with peace of mind, the people from Nanqing Pavilion took the guests to the backyard to prepare tea and pastries, and wrote some crossword puzzles for the guests we guess.

The guests had a great time in the backyard.

Two hours passed quickly, Yu Haoran and Sheng Lan Xingjun each finished their paintings, and waited until the guests came to the front hall to judge.

"Is this me?" During the period, Shenglan Xingjun saw the scene painted by Yu Haoran and himself with white hair and antlers, and felt a little funny: "Why do I have antlers on my head?"

"It's cuter this way." Yu Haoran tilted his head, secretly observing Shenglan Xingjun's expression.

"Who are these people?" Sheng Lan Xingjun frowned, pointing his slender and pale fingers at the nine-tailed fox in red.

"Bi Fang, Qiongqi, Xiangliu, Nine-Tailed Fox." Yu Haoran introduced them one by one.

"Is it a divine beast cultivated into a human body?" Nodding, Sheng Lan Xingjun praised without hesitation, "The painting is vivid."

"This is Kun?" After speaking, he pointed to the big fish spreading its wings in the sky, and a beautiful face flashed in his mind, "Why is he not human?"

"If he cultivates into a human body, he must be a handsome man."

Hearing Shenglan Xingjun say that about the Holy Emperor, Yu Haoran felt sore in his heart, and he folded his arms angrily and did not speak.He snorted coldly in his heart: "How about the handsome man? Do you still want to continue your relationship with him?!"

"But..." Seeing that Yu Haoran didn't speak, Shenglan Xingjun continued to look at the painting carefully, "Is this really Luohe?"

He laughed, thinking that this child is very interesting, relying on his imagination, he actually drew such a moving beauty.

At that moment, he admitted that he had lost.

He was moved by the beautiful scenery in the painting, and he even felt that it was what the Luo River should look like.

But when he thought about the current appearance of the Luo River, he felt a little melancholy: "The Luo River has been flooded every year, and it has already become a vast ocean. The only piece of land is also occupied by foxes. How can this be the Luo River?"

"This is the Luo River 2000 years ago." Yu Haoran retorted.

Seeing that Shenglan Xingjun not only didn't think of himself, but only thought of the Holy Emperor, he became even angrier and tried to remind him.

"Have you ever seen Luohe 2000 years ago? Are you a little fairy?" Sheng Lan Xingjun joked.

By coincidence, he naturally stretched out his hand to pinch Yu Haoran's face, just like the habitual action before.

But halfway through stretching out his hand, Shenglan Xingjun reacted, and withdrew his hand in a daze: "It's strange."

He laughed at himself: "What happened today? Didn't you wake up from the wine last night?"

"I'm an old monster." Yu Haoran replied angrily.

While talking, the guests had already gathered in the front hall.

Several teenagers in white clothes came up from the Nanqing Pavilion, and presented the two paintings to the guests, showing them one by one.

What Yu Haoran painted was the scene of the Luo River that he had painted for Shenglan Xingjun as a birthday present.Because he had painted it once, he painted it very smoothly this time.

The characters, birds and beasts in the paintings are lifelike, and every frame is so beautiful that people seem to be in the Luo River full of flowers.

While they were obsessed with the painting, they couldn't make up their minds.

Shenglan Xingjun painted the Luo River in heavy rain.

The rushing river flooded the embankment, and on the only piece of land, foxes of various colors lay lazily together to rest.A big bird flew in the sky not far away. Behind the big bird, a bolt of lightning shone on the big bird's back.

Although the tone is gray, it is still magnificent.

They have a hard time choosing.

In the end, Shenglan Xingjun's painting bid 8000 taels and was taken away by a wealthy businessman, while Yu Haoran's painting was won by Shenglan Xingjun who bid 1 taels.

"I like this painting." He put the painting away carefully, and reached out to touch Yu Haoran's ear, "Whether you are a little fairy or an old monster, follow me."

"I give you the best of everything."

When he finished that sentence, there was a loud thunder in the sky.

Seeing a heavy rain is about to fall.

Yu Haoran burst into tears with excitement: "Fang Hanlin, I will protect you from now on."

Shenglan Xingjun chuckled, and stood with Yu Haoran, watching the heavy rain coming.

The author has something to say: talk about the update.

Little angels, Thursday is a fixed non-update day, and it will be updated at other times.

If I didn't update, it must be me Carvin.

It took a long time for Calvin this time, so I'm sorry little angels.

As long as it is written smoothly, I will definitely update it and give refills to the little angels.