Hanyu carving fairy

Di Jue stayed with Yuan Shikai all day long.At night, he would quietly transform back into his original body and hide under the pillow that Yuan Shikai didn't sleep on, absorbing Yuan Shikai's imperial spirit that had been recognized by the Dao of Heaven.

Normally, as long as there is enough energy, or replenished to a certain level, he will no longer fall into a deep sleep for no reason.However, every day when he absorbs it quietly, he will always lose consciousness strangely and naturally.

When he woke up, he would find himself lying on the bed in his guest room.

It's weird.He suspected that he had absorbed too much and fell asleep comfortably, or that his memory was insane - in his long life, this kind of thing happened from time to time.

However, as the number of times increased, he had to pay attention to it.

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"Mr. Shen, Pan's small gift is a personal gift."

Di Jue turned his head to look at Mr. Pan who was smiling softly, and saw the extremely exquisite framed scroll in his hand.

He shook his head in refusal.

Mr. Pan was still holding the scroll, and his smile deepened: "Why don't you open it and see what's in the painting, and then decide whether to accept it or not?"

After hearing this, Di Jue reached out to take the scroll, put it on the table, and spread it out gently.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and his deep black pupils made it hard to see what he was thinking.

"What do you mean?" His face was still solemn, and he didn't seem to be moved by it.

"It's not interesting, I just think this scene is very artistic." Mr. Pan stroked the screen with his hand, and his finger touched Di Jue's little finger inadvertently.

Di Jue put his hands behind his back, and looked at the painting carefully, which almost surprised him a little in his heart.

Very simple ink painting.Without him, a tree, a person, and a flower are all.The next seal is printed in two traditional Chinese characters.Di Jue didn't understand.

However, the flavor in the painting can't be described in detail, it can only be understood.

Emperor Jue in the painting stands under a magnolia tree with a small magnolia in his hand.

The peerless style drawn in ink and wash moved him himself.

He never knew that he turned out to be like this.

The corners of his mouth gradually curved up.Uncontrollable, there were small cracking sounds one after another - Di Jue stretched out his hand to cover his face, and Mr. Pan gently held his wrist, so that the cracking face was exposed to Mr. Pan's eyes.

Di Jue didn't care.If he wants to see it, just watch it.

He had already forgotten what was overflowing in his heart at this moment—it was something called "joy".

There are already jade crumbs falling.Di Jue vaguely saw the reflection of the figure in Mr. Pan's eyes.

The man's face was vivid, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and there seemed to be a faint smile on his lips.

——This is Di Jue who is really laughing.

For thousands of years, no one has ever been lucky enough to see the smile of this Jade Carving Immortal.Except, today's self. ——This man surnamed Pan was so intoxicated that he was so ecstatic.

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