Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 491 Distorted aesthetics (3)
Since it was night, everyone ignored that, insisting on incarnating the sissy of the ancient black swan, allowing him to tiptoe furtively and move behind trees.

Naturally, all people will inevitably feel a sense of remorse, it is necessary for them...

Revisit this friendship!

Gongsun Liu suddenly remembered something, turned his face, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "The empress is happy, congratulations."

Daqin War God's eyes immediately brightened. As a father-to-be who will soon have "Little Leng Xia", his handsome face was full of pride, and his eagle eyes unconsciously bent into crescent moons: "Well... a girl, already... "

Zhan Beilie blinked and forced a smile twice: "Already...already..."

How many months has it been?
Damn, he didn't even know?

How old is my little Leng Xia, and he doesn't even know?
The Daqin God of War froze his body, and his hair exploded!

The situation on his face was changing, and his mind was racing with the idea of ​​cutting that idiot into pieces. Zhan Beilie had a dark handsome face, and he hadn't forgotten to put his arms around his daughter-in-law so as not to get pregnant. Every step the museum took was full of murderous intent.

Finally, in the midst of this creepy murderous look, he returned to the small hall.

into the backyard.

"Mother! Shi Qi hasn't seen you all day... ah!"

A small white figure rushed forward, but was thrown away by a certain man by the collar.

Looking at the perfect parabola flying far away, Gongsun Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his eyelids kept twitching. If he heard correctly, the child is called Queen Mother, so she is also King Lie The... son?
Hua girl leaned forward, raised her orchid fingers and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, with a smiling face of "it's natural to get used to it": "It's good to get used to it, good to get used to it!"

Leng Xia called Zhong Yu, and was about to instruct her to arrange a room for Gongsun Liu, when she saw a certain man rushing towards Mu Er's room without saying a word...

She quickly followed!
Hua Qian and Tuoba Rong also followed behind, and behind, Lightning and others who heard the wind also ran up with a smile on their faces.

Such excitement, must watch!

boom!
With a loud noise, the door was suddenly kicked open.

In the room, Mu Er was standing blankly behind the table, staring at a picture scroll on the table, with a small expression of satisfaction in his light eyes.

Hearing the sound, he raised his neck inch by inch. If eyes can kill, Mu Er believes that he has died countless times by now, and the sharp little hailstones flew out of the eagle eyes, "咻咻咻" toward the His whole body is shot.

Looking blankly at the angry man standing at the door, Miracle Doctor Mu looked bewildered.

Daqin God of War walked towards him fiercely step by step, and suddenly, his eyes fixed on the table in front of him.

In the picture scroll spread on it, there is an understatement of freehand brushwork of mountains and rivers, the brushstrokes are chic, the ink is sparse and light, one mountain, one water, one cloud and one boat, as if all the impetuosity of the world of mortals are naturally melted into the fragrance of ink, with a few strokes, The rhyme is self-contained.

Jian Mei raised his eyebrows slantingly, and just looking at the ink on it was not dry, he knew that this idiot Fang Fang must have drawn it. He glanced suspiciously at Mu Er, who was stunned, which made him look at it with admiration. He twisted the drawing paper One corner, let's appreciate it carefully.

Suddenly, Jian Mei frowned, pointed to a spot on the drawing paper, and asked, "What is this?"

Turning his eyes blankly, he showed a little bit of satisfaction again, stretched out his pale fingers, pointed at Leng Xia's stomach who ran to the door, and did not move.

So far, Leng Xia is probably the only one who can communicate with this idiot.

Zhan Beilie turned his head and asked, "Daughter-in-law, what do you mean?"

Holding the scroll in Zhan Beilie's hand, Leng Xia couldn't see what was on it. After thinking about it, she asked in surprise, "You drew... a baby?"

Before she stepped forward out of curiosity, she realized that Zhan Beilie's face had turned dark!

A long distance away, Leng Xia paused, glanced at the scroll, and finally got a rough idea. In the landscape painting, there was a black spot beside the lake, which didn't look like it was accidentally drawn. There was no burr on the spot, and the force was even, it seemed that he tapped it very carefully and solemnly.

Combined with the conversation just now, Leng Xia thinks that she has an epiphany!
That black spot is her daughter!

"Hmm..." She sighed, but decided not to get involved with such a dangerous two people, and sighed as she exited the door: "Is this considered abstraction?"

Zhan Beilie gritted his teeth, saw the dazzling little satisfaction in Mu Er's eyes again, and an unknown fire in his heart burned even more vigorously, grabbed the wolf hair on the table, and spread out a piece of rice paper , with a wave of his arms, a portrait appeared on the paper eloquently.

It was one of the comic strips he drew for Leng Xia.

"Show me this, this is it!" Daqin God of War knocked on the table, saw the "Little Lengxia" on the paper, that soft and sticky appearance, immediately opened the corners of his mouth, smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes, what? The birds are all right.

Mu Er rolled his eyes, glanced at it and immediately turned away, obviously disgusted, and said slowly: "Ugly."

Zhan Beilie clenched his fists, a cluster of small flames rose in his eyes, his inner strength had been mobilized, and he was about to make a move...

Seeing Miracle Doctor Mu, he took the previous landscape map and pointed to the black spots: "Beautiful."

When a thunder struck, the anger of the Daqin God of War was quickly wiped out, turning into an unimaginable exclamation...

What the hell is this aesthetic?
Zhan Beilie, who always thought he was generous, had a burst of sympathy!

He firmly believed that not only could he not have the same knowledge as these two hundred and five, but he also had to change the distorted aesthetics of this idiot.

As a result, the crowd outside the door, who were waiting to see the two of them fight, were all stunned.

I saw two men inside, very peaceful and friendly, standing side by side in front of the table, one holding a wolf pen full of graffiti, the more I looked at it, the more I felt that the girl I drew was really beautiful, and the other waited for him to finish the graffiti, and just randomly clicked a circle Round point, and then nodded in satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)