The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"Seventy-two!" Yun Qiangyue said while painting.

"It's all different?" Ye Tianqing asked again.

"Yes, absolutely different." Yun Qianyue assured.

"Good!" Ye Tian nodded, embarrassed, uncomfortable, etc. The emotion suddenly faded, looking at Yun Qiangyue's pen, he suddenly looked forward to every painting below her, not for the content in the painting, but pure broken The painting itself. He wanted to see how she could draw 72 different **** pictures.

Yun Qianyue stopped talking and continued to paint. After drawing one, he handed it to Ye Tian. Ye Tianqing read one and took another.

For a time, the room was quiet, and the two took a picture and forgot Qin Yuning on the bed.

Qin Yuning was lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt, listening to the movement in the room. Yun Qianyue hated to death in his heart. If the average woman had avoided this kind of thing, it would have been Yun Qiangyue. Needless to say, she knows all these years that Yun Qianyue is a person who can do anything. Saying good is careless and lawless. Saying bad is bad hearted. She couldn't do the act of dressing in front of her, not to mention that her clothes were torn by the night sky and there was no clothes to wear. Just looking forward to Yun Qianyue leaving earlier.

But she waited for a long time, did not wait until Yun Qiangyue left, and did not know what Yun Qiangyue was doing. She only knew what she was painting. She couldn't help but leaned out to look at the table.

This look is a burst of fire in my heart. Don’t think about it and know that it must be extremely ugly at this time, but compared with her, Yun Qiangyue is purple Ruan Yanluo, her eyebrows are pure and elegant, especially in this room, the sun is shining, the sun shines through the window and sprinkles on her On her body, she carefully mentioned what she was looking like, which seemed inexplicably glamorous. She bit her lips tightly and looked towards Ye Tian.

I saw Ye Tian leaning on the drawing paper in her hand, and her face and eyes were touches she had never seen before. When he looked up to see Yun Qiangyue, his eyes were actually the gentleness she had never seen before. Indescribable, the sun also hit him on the body, with a golden robe and a jade belt, which looked rich and beautiful, and it was just like two people who had treated her somberly in the past and as brutal as today. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe it.

Yun Qingyue felt Qin Yuning's sight and ignored her. After drawing a picture, the corner of her mouth slightly raised and handed it to Ye Tianqing. "I always think this one is the best. You must try it."

Ye Tian leaned over to take it, took a look, and covered his lips with a soft cough, not speaking.

"Don't be embarrassed, this is art." Yun Qianyue glanced up at Ye Tian and gave a serious look.

"Art?" Ye Tian raised her eyebrows and looked at Yun Qianyue.

"Well! Art in ancient times generally refers to books, numbers, shots, imperialism, art, medicine, prescription, divination, and feasting. This is art you know. It belongs to real things. But there is also a very abstract concept, which is all beautiful things. Can be called art. It is an aesthetic that has long been characterized by human emotions and imagination." Yun Qiangyue continued to paint while explaining to Ye Tianqing, seeing him look at her inexplicably, she pointed It refers to the painting in his hand: "Now these things in your hand can be called art."

Ye Tian raised her eyebrows, "Be clear!"

"What do you see through the appearance?" Yun Qingyue thought he should cultivate the aesthetics of this ancient man. Opportunity. In the future, he can use these gestures for Qin Yuning. When Qin Yuning wants to die, he should thank her.

"Does this still need to be said? I see what you see." Ye Tianqing coughed again.

"What you see is dust now. You flick the dust away and look deeper. What do you see?" Yun Qianyue followed the temptation.

Night sky frowned, looked down seriously.

Yun Qianyue finished drawing another one and handing it to him. When he saw that he hadn't looked up, she asked, "Don't you think it's beautiful?"

Ye Tian nodded, "Your technique is beautiful!"

"Besides the technique itself, there is still a beauty. If you look deeper, what you can see is art!" Yun Qiangyue's words fell, and she continued to paint. Is it easy to think about her? She worked hard and now helps Qin Yuning to teach men, but looking at the little beauty on the bed seems to be eating her eyes, she feels that this is really a thankless job.

Ye Tianqing began to watch seriously.

Yun Qingyue stopped talking, painting one by one, and time passed inch by inch, and only the rustle of her pen and the sound of tipping over the paper in the room. Qin Yuning withdrew his eyes and clenched his fists tightly in the quilt. Earlier, the blood was pinched out of the palm of her hand. She did not feel pain. At this time, there was painful pain in her palm, which almost made her unable to breathe.

"Miss, Nanliang Guoshi's car has run into the city!" Ling Lian reminded outside the door.

"Okay, I know!" Yun Qianyue looked at the thick stack of papers in front of her and left a few thin sheets, glanced at the sky and turned her hands into a thick stack, responding to the outside. , "Just soon!"

Ling Lian stopped speaking, and looked at Yi Xue, admiring Yun Qiangyue in her heart. Thinking that her little master is really the first person since ancient times! Draw seventy-two springs in front of two people in their room. Such a feat, there is no ancients before, no one comes after. No one can do this except her. But even if she did, others would think that as long as she did, it would be normal.

After a while, Yun Qianyue finally put down the pen, handed the last piece of paper to Ye Tianqing, and reached out to rub her shoulders, "I'm exhausted!"

Ye Tian held out her hand to take over the drawing paper, and it was rare that she drew so many pictures in one breath, which was naturally tiring. He looked at her, "Do you need me to help you?"

Qin Yuning suddenly closed his eyes.

"No!" Yun Qingyue waved his hand, got up and stood up, put the quill pen into the pen cover and put it in his arms, glanced at the big bed, suddenly leaned closer to the night sky, and sent him a secret voice, using only two The voice that only a person can hear said: "You must take it away, don't let me down my hard work and pains. Treat Ms. Qin well, she is the first beauty of Heavenly Saint, not everyone is blessed to enjoy her tenderness Township. So, you have to use it all for her. Or you can use it several times or even dozens of times if you have the ability."

Night sky tilted his eyes to see Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qianyue had withdrawn, blinked playfully at him, and walked up to the door. When I walked to the door, I suddenly remembered something and said to the bed: "Miss Qin, you were originally the prince-in-law of the Crown Prince. The two of you are one, and I gave him a joyous gift for you."

Qin Yuning was silent.

"It seems that Miss Qin is shy!" Yun Qingyue suddenly smiled and left the room, and closed the door for the two.

As the door closed, the purple figure disappeared, and the night looked down at the door for a long time without looking back.

Qin Yuning opened his eyes and looked at Ye Tian, ​​his lips biting a bleeding wire without knowing it.

For a moment, Ye Tian leaned back to look at the paintings in his hands, and looked back at them one by one, suddenly suddenly understanding the meaning of art that Yun Qiangyue said. Because he looks really beautiful, but it is not that he and Qin Yuning, but this kind of painting skills, I am afraid that even the world’s first painter can’t paint it so vividly, there is nothing superfluous or penless in the brush and ink, each Everywhere is just right. He looked at the seventy-two paintings in his hand and suddenly realized for the first time how stupid he was! Mistake pearls as fish eyes.

"His Royal Highness..." Qin Yuning saw the night sky leaning on the paper that Yun Qingyue was painting for a long time, and finally couldn't help making a sound.

Turning his head at night, Qin Yuning was lying on the bed with a pale face. He raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

Qin Yuning only felt shy and angry, but she was helpless. She couldn't lie here just like that. He bit his lips and said, "Please, Crown Prince, bring me a suit!"

"Oh! I forgot!" Ye Tianqing suddenly smiled and told the outside, "Come here!"

"His Royal Highness Prince!" someone answered the door.

"Go and get a Luo skirt." Ye Tianqing ordered to the outside.

"Yes!" Someone outside answered and went immediately.

Ye Tianqing ignored Qin Yuning and continued to look at the painting in his hand. Thinking of Yun Qiangyue's arm-shrouded sand on her elbow and wrist when she just pulled her sleeves out, it proved that she had never known about men and women. So where did she learn these paintings and drawings? There are really not so many styles in the **** pictures.

"His Royal Highness, the clothes are taken!" For a moment, the man just spoke outside the door.

"Send it in!" Night sky was inconceivable, and no longer explored, folded these drawings into his arms.

"Yes!" The man respectfully answered and pushed open the door and walked in, a black man.

"Leave her in bed!" Ye Tianqing ordered.

The man put the clothes on the bed and turned back. Even if he didn't lift his eyelids, he didn't look at Qin Yuning, who was lying on the bed and wrapped in quilt, but he still shook Qin Yuning with shame and shivered.

"Come on quickly! Master Nanliang is here! Didn't you tell me that the world admires three people? One is Jing Shizi, one is Master Lingyin, and one is Master Nanliang. Now you get up and have time to see He entered the city." Ye Tianpeng collected the pictures, took a tea sip and looked at Qin Yuning.

Qin Yuning didn't say anything, sitting up with all his pain, and dressed silently. She almost lifted her arms, but she wouldn't ask Ye Tian to come over to help. What happened today was the shame of her life.

Ye Tianqing was drinking tea while watching Qin Yuning. Qin Yuning's body was blue and purple, and there was no good place for him. They were all his masterpieces. He watched her lower her head and bit her lips to dress her. A sneer was raised at the corner of his mouth. Xu Sui, the sneer turned into a gentle smile. He looked at Qin Yuning and said softly: "Do you want to know what Sister Yue sent us? Happy gift?"