MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 93 Cloud mist dragon head is not finished

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   Chapter 93 Cloud and mist dragon head is not finished

  The young man in the mirror picked up his arms, his eyes were clearly in a trance, but when he spoke, his voice was so calm, there was no trembling.

   It's like this drunk boy doesn't seem to be really drunk.

   Jingshi saw Lu Jing's serious eyes, which made her a little hesitant.

   After about two or three breaths.

   Jing Shi suddenly smiled, and there was a lot of helplessness in that smile.

   "Young master, not to mention this flower pavilion, even the girls in other attics on Liuhua Street all want such a strange peony.

It's just that the oiran has set the rules, and this strange peony can only be obtained by talent. In January, on weekdays, only two or three distinguished guests can impress the oiran with their talents, and by this way, I am just a little flower girl. , then how could such a distinguished guest pass it on to me? "

   Girl Jingshi said softly, with a smile on her face.

   It's just that this smile is somewhat far-fetched.

  Peony is the next best thing, but if she can get that strange peony, her life in the flower pavilion will be much better in the future.

   Jingshi saw that Lu Jing was listening carefully to the explanation, and felt that the young man was curious, so he asked.

   What surprised her was that when Jingshi finished saying these words, Lu Jing stretched out his arms to support himself and climbed up from Jingshi's arms.

  King Shi was a little puzzled and looked at Lu Jing in confusion.

   Chen Xuanwu and Yan Rou by his side were also looking at him when they saw Lu Jing get up.

  Lu Jing nodded to Chen Xuanwu with a blushing face, then turned around and smiled at the mirror: "No need to be envious, I'll pick one for you."

   Pick one... for me?

  Girl Jingshi sat on the spot, blinking at Lu Jing.

   Chen Xuanwu probably drank too much, so I don't know what Lu Jing said.

  Yanrou gently shook her head towards Jingshi.

   is about talking, let him go, even if he is drunk, he should not disturb the interest of the guests.

   Miss Jingshi also sensed what Yanrou meant and was still hesitating.

   But he saw Lu Jingji staggered out of the gauze tent and walked towards the stairs.

   Girl Jingshi was about to get up in a hurry, lest Lu Jing would go downstairs drunk and fall to herself, and there was already a fish man beside Lu Jing who came to help him.

   She thought about it, then sat back again.

   Just as Yan Rou thought, young people are drunk and drunk, and some young people should be in good spirits.

  If he is not allowed to go, I am afraid this young master will lose his temper.

  Since this is the case, let him have a try, he has never been selected by the oiran, at most a few trivial sentences, and he will come back.

   With this thought in mind, Miss Jingshi came to the guardrail again and looked down at the high platform below.

   A while ago.

  Lu Jing was still swaying, as if he was drunk, and was supported by the fish man along the stairs to the high platform.

   He came to the side of the stone table and pushed away the two guests who were watching the excitement.

   The two guests wanted to say something, but the fish man hurriedly said a few words, and the two guests moved away.

   So, Lu Jing stepped forward and grabbed an excellent brush.

   He looked left and right, then shook his head and said, "This page is too small."

   The fish man who was waiting on the side immediately greeted the girl and laid a huge sheet of paper for Lu Jing.

   This move also attracted the attention of many Shihuage guests beside the stone table.

   Such a big piece of paper, does this young man want to paint?

   Many people guess.

   Even the veiled woman on the high platform looked at Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing hiccupped, his eyes still hazy.

   Then, everyone saw him write.

   A stroke fell.

   A few points of pen and ink are dotted on the empty paper, as if the clouds and mists in the distance stay in the sky.

   Everyone looked at it carefully, but they only thought that this was quite satisfactory.

   But they didn't have time to think about it.

  Lu Jing was dipped in ink, seemingly swiping at random on the paper!

   A large cloud of mist leaped above it.

  From this moment on, that piece of paper seemed to be filled with mysterious power, and all the guests who saw this piece of paper were attracted.

   For a moment, they seemed to really see a cloud of brewing wind and rain, suspended in the sky!

  Looking at the painting again, it seems to be unremarkable and has no outstanding skills, but it has a peculiar attraction, which makes them feel that this painting is... extraordinary!

   "This young man's painting..."

   In the distance, the woman with the veil covering her face was standing on a high place, and she could naturally see Lu Jing's paintings, her expression couldn't help being different!

   Lu Jing’s painting has just begun.

   Clouds and mists are formed, so wind and rain are needed!

   With a few taps, there are a few clouds and mists that are about to be dispersed in the distance, and it is also faintly visible that the rain falls into a line!

   I heard more and more exclamations, and all of them gathered around. Today, I might watch Lu Jing's paintings.

  When the wind and rain fall, many people also seem to see the world in the painting, the clouds and fog suddenly rise, and the wind and rain fall.

   "It's so strange, this young man's painting skills seem to be blunt, but it's not a fine brushwork. As for the gentleness of the silver hook, and the source of the shock, it's even less so.

   He just drew it at will, and it fell on the paper, so amazing! "

   "Just such a picture of wind and rain is worth a strange peony!"

   "Huh? This young man did not draw a picture of wind and rain. Look, there are still images in the clouds!"

   With the voices of everyone's amazement.

  Lu Jing added dozens of strokes in the clouds nearby.

The    was faintly visible, beyond the clouds, a dragon head protruded out, the dragon teeth were exposed, the dragon whiskers fluttered, and the dragon horns seemed to stir the wind and rain.

   "He's drawing dragons!"

   "The atmosphere suddenly rises, and I vaguely see a real dragon swallowing clouds and spitting mist, galloping in the clouds and waves, walking in the air."

   "Just... how come this dragon has no eyes?"

   So Lu Jing drew the dragon's head behind the cloud and mist, and also drew the dragon's tail under the cloud and mist.

  When he made the last stroke, the dragon's tail moved with thunder!

   For a while, the dragon hidden behind the clouds and mist on the page seemed to be about to take off, entrenched between the heavens and the earth.

   Many of the guests who looked at the painting were stunned, as if seeing waves of visions rising and falling in the painting, making them intoxicated.

   At this moment, Lu Jing slowly put down the pen in his hand.

   At this moment, everyone's eyes were still on his painting, and it wasn't until a long time ago that they focused on the seemingly drunk boy in front of them...

   The shape and spirit are Bi Xiao, the spirit is flying... but it does not emphasize the skills of writing and ink. How is this achieved?

   "This young man has never given the finishing touch to the dragon's head?"

   There are also people who are extremely dissatisfied: "How can it be called a complete painting in this way?"

   "Which boy is this? Can you draw such a painting?"

   Even the veiled woman was stunned for a long time, then glanced at the maid behind her.

   The maid hurriedly stepped forward, carefully picked up the picture of the cloud and mist dragon head from the desk, and hurried away!

   Standing in the private room on the second floor, supporting the guardrail, Jing Shi and Yanrou looked stiff, not knowing how to react.

  Especially Jing Shi, she looked down at the jade-like young man, remembering the way he looked when he was writing and painting at will, and the look on his face when he was drunk and asked if he wanted a peony...

   At this time, she finally realized that this young man didn't seem to be joking with her...

   He can really pick a peony!

  ps: I suddenly worked overtime, so I had to save two chapters for revision and send them out. The two chapters have a total of more than 6,000 words.

   I’m off work now. I’ll finish Chapter 3 when I go back. It should be released around eleven o’clock. Let’s watch it tomorrow.

   (end of this chapter)