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It had only been four or five days since Li Minglou¡¯s letter was sent away, and Wu Yaer¡¯s letter arrived.
"Calculating, it should be at the same time that the lady wrote the letter." Jiang Ming carried the big bundle and shook it vigorously, "It's fur again? It's not autumn yet."
Yuanji said with a straight face: "Open it and check."
Jiang Ming shook his head and hesitated: "Should I check it too?"
The things Wu Yaer sent should be brought directly to Li Minglou, and Fang Er could handle them and take a look at them.
Yuanji said: "Now that Hebei Province has been recovered and the capital has been recovered, the safety of the eldest lady is of paramount importance."
"If something happens to the eldest lady, Wu Ya'er can get two places by himself and come directly to take over.
The closer the relationship is, the more profitable it is and the more dangerous it is.
Jiang Ming felt ashamed: "Miss, I was not deceived. Instead, I relaxed my vigilance first. My instinct has deteriorated."
He shook off the bag, took out the fur and carefully inspected every hair
Yuanji looked through the letter. It was nothing. It was a thin letter. He sniffed it and found that it was not poisonous.
"This is a painting tube?" Fang Er squatted aside and pointed at the long tube rolled out of the fur.
Jiang Ming opened it and it turned out to be a painting, and said with a smile: "Hebei Province is rich. It seems that Governor Wu got a lot of good things. He didn't need to make dogs and incense himself, and started sending elegant calligraphy and paintings"
As he spoke, he unfolded the scroll, his voice suddenly stopped, and he lowered his head to look down. Motoyoshi Fangji also stared at the portrait and stopped moving and talking.
A group of men sitting or standing on the scroll, holding knives or bows and shooting arrows, also looked back at them.
"What" Jiang Ming said, "I might as well give you dogs and incense."
¡°At least the wooden dog can be thrown and played with, and the incense can be smashed by the lady. What can a group of portraits of men do? They are all ugly
The lights in Haitang Palace were bright. Li Minglou looked at the letter in her hand and then at the hanging painting. The smile on her face had not stopped since she heard Wu Yaer's letter.
"It was said that Hebei Road was recovered and the soldiers could take a breather. In the military camp, the soldiers wrote letters home. In order to let their relatives see their appearance, they found many painters to paint their portraits." She said, holding the letter and shaking it to Yuanji and others. He shook his head, and the smile fell from his eyes like starlight, "You were inspired by me."
Yuan Ji and Jiang Ming forced out a smile. If you are inspired, just be inspired. Why are you sending them portraits?
Li Minglou stood in front of the portrait with a skirt in one hand and a letter in the other, curiously looking at it: "Is this Liang Zhen? He looks quite mighty."
Yuan Ji glanced at it and said, "It doesn't look like the painting. How can Liang Zhen be like this?"
Li Minglou smiled and pointed to another one: "Look, this is General Wang. He looks like this when he puts on armor. I have never seen him wearing it before."
Wang Li came here as a messenger, and when he saw Li Minglou, he took off his armor and took no weapons.
Jiang Ming twisted his beard and shook his head: "This painter is really bad. He is flattering. Everyone's paintings are too exaggerated. How can Wang Li, a skinny and thin man, be so majestic?"
Li Minglou laughed.
Look, the lady is smiling so happily. Jiang Ming continued to shake his head to make the lady happy: "Compared with our portraits, the painter there must be a three-year-old child."
Li Minglou looked at the portrait with a smile: "It's not that bad, you see"
Her eyes swept across the men crowding the screen, and landed on the man in the center who was sitting on a chair and not wearing military armor. There was a slight smile on his lips, and his eyes fell on her through the crowd. .
"Wu Ya'er's paintings are quite beautiful." She said with a pursed smile.
Yuanji and Jiang Ming said in unison: "It's just because the painting is so beautiful."
How could Wu Yaer be so beautiful! This painter is not good! distortion! exaggerate! So bad!
Li Minglou smiled and looked away, looking at them: "Okay, don't laugh at this. It's so hasty and there are so many soldiers. How can there be so many skilled painters available?"
Yuanji and Jiang Ming immediately nodded and said yes.
"How about we send them some painters?" Jiang Ming even suggested proactively.
Yuan Ji looked at him sideways and said, "Isn't this bad? It seems that we dislike other people's paintings."
Li Minglou smiled and shook his head: "No, the painter they use is different from my needs. There are so many people who can draw quickly. It doesn't matter if they are similar in appearance or in spirit, as long as they have a general appearance. What my family wants to see is not whether they look like each other." , they all have the appearance of relatives in their hearts.¡±
Yuanji Jiang Ming said: "Miss is right."
Li Minglou lowered his head to read the letter and smiled slightly: "It turns out that he is busy with this at this time and doesn't even bother to reply to me."??¡±
Yuan Jicai¡¯s relaxed face suddenly tightened again.
¡°Miss,¡± he said, ¡°you have a lot to do, so let¡¯s pack things up first.¡±
Li Minglou nodded and said hello and walked back to the desk.
Yuan Ji quickly winked at Jiang Ming, who understood and followed him, and went to lift the easel together first
"Put that one here." Li Minglou saw it and said hurriedly, pointing to the baggage on the side, "Take these, and when Mrs. Wu and Jin Ju come, let them see how to make new clothes."
Yuanji held the easel: "Doesn't it look good if it's placed here?"
Li Minglou sat in front of the case and looked at it: "It's very beautiful."
Jiang Ming smiled and said, "Will it take up too much space?"
Li Minglou shook his head and looked at the crowd of men in the painting. They were surrounding Wu Ya'er. They were laughing and having fun. Wu Ya'er was not alone. He was loved by many people. The elder Liang Zhen and his companions, Subordinates
Everyone in that generation said that Wu Yaer was aloof, cruel, had no relatives or friends, and lived alone. It was said that when he fell ill, he lay on the ground for two days before being discovered
Li Minglou¡¯s eyes turned red for no apparent reason: ¡°It doesn¡¯t take up much space. It¡¯s quite spacious here and it¡¯s very lively.¡±
Jiang Ming let go of the easel and laughed: "Although the painting is not very good, it is indeed lively."
After saying that, he pulled Yuanji, who wanted to say something else, and picked up the baggage.
"Let's go, I'll make arrangements to pick up Mrs. Wu right now. Little Jinjue's eyes are going to be pierced."
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Yuanji was forcibly taken out.
"You didn't see what the lady was thinking?" Jiang Ming said, "It's not that you like this painting."
What do you like? Yuanji is puzzled.
Jiang Ming felt that it was a bit unclear. The expression on Miss Shicai's face was both sad and joyful. Her eyes were looking at the painting, but not on it
"It's something like this." He made random gestures with his hands, but he could only understand it but couldn't express it in words, "It's very lively."
??Probably.
Yuanji frowned and said, "Then we also have a lot of paintings. If the lady likes them, hang them with us."
Why hang up a group of Zhenwu Army people?
Jiang Ming twisted his beard and said: "Do we have such ugly paintings?"
Yuanji thought for a while, but he really didn¡¯t.
"Okay, don't think about it, there is no poison in this painting." Jiang Ming patted Yuan Ji on the shoulder, "The young lady is too lonely. Zhenwu Army was also created by her. When her companions looked at it, they received their portraits. It¡¯s okay to come out.¡±
Yuanji had thought about this before, and his expression softened. The Zhenwu Army today was indeed built by Miss. Especially Liang Zhen, it is inseparable from Miss's contribution.
"Just like girls from other families, they like to display their own knives, flower embroidery, etc. in the house for viewing." Jiang Ming waved his hand, "Our eldest lady puts the portrait of Zhenwu Jun in the house. What's wrong?"
There¡¯s nothing wrong with that. Yuanji smiled and said, ¡°You can put real people in the house.¡±
Jiang Ming laughed and waved his hand: "That's not okay for real people!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, but they stopped laughing.
"Do you feel" They said in unison, but were frightened by the same voice, and their voices stopped abruptly.
But they all know what the other person means.
Yuanji said flatly: "It's impossible."
Miss, how could you like this Wu Ya'er!
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The wind was flying in the hall, fluttering the gauze curtains, and the painting scrolls were swaying gently as the lights flickered, making the hall very lively.
The girl, who was sitting alone in front of the case and buried in a pile of paperwork, tilted her head slightly and looked this way.
She looks at the person in the portrait, and the person in the portrait looks at her.
He said in the letter, I really have nothing to do in the capital, I just came to see you.
You sent me many paintings and I often see you.
Now, I send you a painting, hoping that you can see me more often.
Li Minglou lowered her head and put her hands on her face. She didn¡¯t know whether it was the starlight, moonlight or the lights that made her condition worse. The face in her hands felt as hot as fire. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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