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On the second day, there was a heavy rain, and the rain was too heavy, so I stopped going to court, and the inner study also stopped classes.

Heavy raindrops fell on the eaves one after another, and the wet rain and the fragrance of the vegetation outside poured into the hall,

Xiao Yan took the booklets and looked at them one by one. Lich was standing in front of the window, drawing on a huge standing drawing board facing the outside. There was not a single servant in the palace, and the servants of Ziwei Palace had already accepted it silently. The little emperor's rule is that no entry is allowed, that is, it is really not allowed. To enter, you must first report loudly outside the door and get permission before you can enter.

In fact, Xiao Yan was not concentrating on criticizing the scriptures. He would involuntarily glance over to see the back of the blond long-haired figure in front of the window, with wide shoulders and narrow waist under the well-cut magic robe, particularly slender legs, holding a pen in his bony hand, and Waving the drawing board, clear leaden gray lines fell down. The Lich still remembered that he wanted to draw him the places he lived in before and the scenery he had seen, so he "sketched" a few pictures outside the window first to find out the feeling.

"In the past, our family had a court painter to teach us how to draw, and I learned some intermittently. I'm not good at it, and the way we draw is very different from yours."

The lich is always so attentive.

He understood very well why the Lich's relatives used forbidden techniques like crazy to force him to stay. No one wants to have him, no one can watch him die, even if he sacrifices everything, he must be kept. If there is any forbidden technique that can bring him back to life, allow him to have the breath and body temperature of a mortal, and allow his own shadow to be reflected in his eyes, he will probably hand over everything he owns in exchange for it.

Aunt Gong from the inner palace came to report that the Empress Dowager had a nightmare last night, she was very frightened, she was seen by the imperial doctor and prescribed tranquilizing medicine, she originally wanted to invite the national teacher to come in to give a lecture, but she only invited her a few days ago Too often, I can only rest quietly by myself, so that the emperor doesn't have to go to pay his respects.

Xiao Yan had a free day, but it was raining at the Villa and he couldn't hunt, so he just approved the papers first, the Holy Master always had to review the papers, he tried his best to rule the night, he worked hard, and he was vigilant.In the past, he was bored and was in a difficult situation, so he could only find answers in books. He rigorously completed the homework taught and arranged by the tutors, practiced calligraphy and wrote policy theory meticulously, recited the Four Books and Five Classics over and over again, and read historical theories.

Now he knows, it's because he didn't know how many interesting things there are in this world.Now he wants to hunt, swim, go paragliding, let someone make a huge windmill stand in the valley, and then plant flowers all over the valley, build towers, eat, drink and have fun, all of these are lich He took him to see how big the world was, how beautiful and wonderful it was, and then he couldn't concentrate anymore.

He wanted to be a fool, but then the lich wouldn't be with him.

He came up with an idea, obviously there are also "sages do not speak", "the king rests on the top, and the ministers work on the bottom", can he be the "sage" who hangs down from the top and rules?

He sighed slightly, thinking that he is now, isn't he?To put it bluntly, is there any difference between a saint who hangs down and rules, and a puppet?The cabinet raised the emperor high, isn't it just to govern? Now Ji Tongzhen and Zhang Chenying, the two prime ministers, don't they just think about this?

The torrential rain gradually became smaller, the clouds appeared in Phnom Penh, and the sun came out.

Lich turned to see Xiao Yan staring at him in a daze, and waved: "The painting is finished, come and see."

Xiao Yan quickly put down the booklet, walked to the window, and let out an ah.

The Lich painted a catalpa tree facing outside the window. Yingzong said that there are many catalpa trees planted in Ziwei Palace. The tree blooms in full bloom in April and May on weekdays, but this year the weather is late and the tree is still in full bloom.

The Lich only drew a few flower branches, the flowers are full of flowers, the blossoms are bright and beautiful, the petals are thin and delicate, even the dewdrops on them are drawn, and the ocher red palace wall behind the green leaves and pink flowers is also drawn in detail. The color of the flower is indeed very different from Dayan's here, the color of the tone is exactly the same as the color of the flower branches outside, the light and shadow of dew on the flower, the shade of the leaves, and the shadow of the flower on the palace wall behind are all painted with light colors.

Xiao Yan said in a daze: "The painting is really good, it looks like the real thing."

The Lich smiled: "Practice it so that you won't be unfamiliar, and I will show you the flowers from our side later."

Xiao Yan approached and looked at it obsessively for a while: "Can you see me off?"

Seeing that he liked it, the Lich said, "Okay, I'll frame a picture for you and put it in the room over at Jin'oufang."

Xiao Yan remembered the paintings hanging on Lich's wall, and understood: "Thank you."

The Lich said again: "Speaking of which, I do have a collection of palace paintings, but I didn't put it on the bookshelf because it was too big. I'll look for it at night and show it to you, so that you can learn more about our world."

Xiao Yan looked at the golden light outside, the rain had stopped, but he must be idle today, he said: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, why not go and see now."

The Lich said: "Okay."

The two came to Jin'oufang from the portal, because there was nothing wrong, Xiao Yan didn't let Wu Yunduo go to Zhu Rufeng, the two of them were only in the Lich's room, watching the Lich find a mithril treasure chest, Open it, and there are indeed a book of paintings thickly stacked inside. The Lich said: "It's been too long, this treasure chest has been thrown in the corner, and I have forgotten it. I only remembered it when I painted today."

The Lich picked out a book and put it on the table. When he opened the first page, he saw a valley stream, with countless thick grass leaves and daffodils growing on both sides of the stream, and in the gurgling water, a woman was lying on her back in the water, Her skin is as white as jade, and she is wearing a thin gauze skirt. Her body is immersed in the water, but one hand is floating on the water. The light and shadow of the stream are very transparent and bright, and even the confused and sad expression on the woman's face is very clear.

The Lich said: "This is the Water Spirit, a very famous painting... This was painted by our court painter Lophael, who is good at drawing people..."

Lich's bone hand pressing the cover of the album suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, hesitated after a while and said: "I have something to deal with, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon, can you take a look first?"

Xiao Yan felt a little sudden, but he also understood: "You go, is there something wrong with your cousin?"

The Lich said: "En." The bone hand was put away, and he disappeared very quickly.

Xiao Yan looked at the cover of the album again, then flipped through the cover and opened the first page of the album.

The first page is a picture of several plump and beautiful women as white as jade dancing in the forest.

Xiao Yan just opened it and then closed it back with a bang, his face flushed red, he touched the soul box, he almost suspected that Jiuyao was still inside, just pretending that something was wrong!

Those few women were only covered with very thin and fine tulle, which barely blocked the key parts, but their exquisite figures were still fully visible.

He touched his hot face, closed his eyes and turned over the first page, opened his eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief. This is a very handsome man, wearing a set of extremely powerful armor, holding a golden sword in one hand , he was leading a horse, and he was immediately equipped with something like armor and a shield. The drawing was still very realistic, even every eyelash on the facial features was drawn, and his expression was very melancholy. He led Ma, I don't know what I'm looking at when I look back.

Xiao Yan turned to the next page, and the ears gradually became hot again. This next page showed several very handsome men by the river, some were riding horses, and some were washing horses by the river. However, these few The men were all barely dressed, and some wore lower gowns, but their legs were barefoot. The skin and muscles on their bodies were well-defined, just like real people.

Xiao Yan's ears were so hot that they almost exploded, and he quickly flipped through the palace painting, and there were some normal scenes of men and women in clothes, but there were quite a few fair-skinned women lying on the bed with nothing on, or dancing girls. Wearing gorgeous jewels and wearing tulle dancing, there are also many paintings of men, some fighting with swords, some praying, many wearing armor, and some wearing nothing, holding guns and going into the distance Throw it, every muscle is full of strength.

Xiao Yan closed the painting collection, blushing, thinking about the magic world on the side of Lich, the folk customs are so open.

He took a deep breath and wanted to put the art book back, but he saw that there was another art book under the treasure chest. On the cover was a little boy with blond hair, his eyes were crooked with a smile, and his skin was snow-white. When he looked closely, his eyes were golden. He was holding handfuls of delicate pink and white roses in his arms, many of which fell down, making people just want to go up and hug him.

He was startled, his heart skipped a beat, he took out the painting book, and opened the first page. There was a little blond boy, about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a blue mage robe, holding a With a long staff, the other hand is stretched out flat, and a snowflake is formed in the palm of his hand. He is casting magic.

Xiao Yan looked around again like a thief, his ears were extremely hot, he quietly turned down again, not knowing what he was looking forward to, this book is probably a collection of paintings from when the lich was still a mortal.

Looking at the brush strokes and delicate painting style, it should still be painted by the court painter Lophael. Xiao Yan flipped through the pages one by one to see how the Lich grew up from a young boy, and the mage robe on his body was also there. From blue to purple to white, sometimes he is kneeling on one knee and praying, behind a huge stained glass dome window, sometimes he is reading in front of the window with a book in his hand, no matter which one he is The golden light is bright and warm like the sun. He is always smiling, even his eyes are full of smiles.

Xiao Yan wanted to read it quickly, but he had to read it carefully, but he was worried that the Lich would come back quickly. Under such a huge nervous pressure, he finally turned to the last page. This is a group portrait, drawn Many, but the young blond mage remains the center of the picture.

He seemed to have just ended a battle that was extremely balanced. His robe was ragged, a large area of ​​his chest was exposed, one hand was hanging down to the ground, and his body was covered in wounds.He lay unconscious in the arms of an old man. The old man was wearing a white robe and a jeweled crown. One hand floated on his chest, emitting a soft light, which seemed to be healing.And other men and women wearing the same style of snow-white robes surrounded his feet, all of them stretched out their hands, some held his feet, and some hung their hands floating in the air on the wound on the graceful calf, with golden light floating , should be treating the dying mage.Everyone looked anxious, and there were even tears on the woman's face.

Xiao Yan stared closely at the portrait of the handsome man with his eyes tightly closed, pale and weak, with a familiar face, and the body that was smooth and beautiful but full of scars in the painter's strokes, his heart was beating like thunder, and he closed his eyes.

The author has something to say:

Lich: It's been a really long time... I don't remember what art collection was in that treasure chest, and when I opened it, I realized that Luo Feier is best at drawing the human body... I...or I should run away.

The little emperor blushed, wanting to look at it but not daring to look at it: Isn't he good at drawing that...why didn't he draw the lich...

The battle damage is good, the battle damage is wonderful, this is the little emperor's first experience, um, isn't it a good enlightenment...