Legend of Ling Tian: Meet friends by drawing

　　

　　 Ling Tian followed the lady in a circle, calculating the distance for three or four miles. Finally, I saw the bronze peacock on the top of Changle Palace that wanted to fly high. A small door opened here. The eunuchs and palace ladies who go out for private affairs and purchases come in and out through this door.

　　 led Ling Tian in, and the little palace lady pointed a direction for Ling Tian and hurried away.

　　 Ling Tian was unceremonious, and the one who was directly connected broke into the inner courtyard.

　　 Ling Tian had the inner force spiritual sense before he even touched the target for the first time in his life. He wanted to know whether the little princess of the Yu Family was the wife and niece of the Book of Rites. If that person is really her, there must be a master guard by her side. If you find that you don't have a master of that level, then it means that the wife and niece of the Book of Etiquette is not the little princess of the Yu Family. In that case, it is meaningless for Ling Tian to go in or not, and he will naturally turn his head and leave.

　　 has approached the inner courtyard, Ling Tian’s inner-powered ears have faintly heard the soft words inside, and bursts of Qi Luoxiang have been smelled in his nose.

　　 took another ten steps forward and entered the inner courtyard. As far as the eye can see, among the green leaves and red flowers, there are faintly graceful figures haunting them.

　　 There is a faint smile on Ling Tian's mouth, he has found two people. Although these two people were introverted, they couldn't escape Ling Tian's spiritual search. With a restrained breath, he must be a master of the inner family! However, this level, this state, even though he was qualified to let Ling Tian look sideways, he still couldn't put it in Ling Tian's eyes.

　　 Ling Tian thought about the comparison secretly in his heart, and his subordinates might be able to easily break the combination of these two people even in the early morning. But apart from Ling Jian, Ling Chen, and Ling Chi who were able to win the victory steadily, the others were like thirty-six iron blood guards, probably only among them, the weaker ones, and even the two of them could join forces to resist one.

　　 There are such two people here, Ling Tian is almost certain that the so-called wife and niece of the Book of Etiquette is undoubtedly the little princess of the Yu Family. Presumably, the third person with a slightly weaker breath but undisguised is the little princess of the Yu family.

　　 Ling Tian smiled in his heart, and walked straight to the direction where these three people were. Now, Ling Tian has recovered his internal strength. With the abilities of these three people, although Ling Tian is confident that they can't find their aura, long-term use is quite exhausting. Save if you can.

　　 Surrounded by layers of green leaves, is an extremely clean jade table. In front of the table, there is a small pond with a strange rockery in the middle surrounded by blue waves. Above, there are a few flowers and plants growing sporadically. In the blue waves, a group of red fish are swimming freely. On the edge of the pond, a few weeping willows swayed and danced in the wind.

　　 Now, on the jade case table, a piece of pure white rice paper is spreading on it, and a girl in white clothes is slightly holding a brush and painting. Looking over from Ling Tian, ​​she can't see her face. However, Ling Tian saw from the dark cloud-like hair, the slashed shoulders, and the slender waist that could only be grasped, even if the woman looked bad, she was determined to go there. And her demure and elegant demeanor that emanated from the invisible, but Ling Tian only saw it in his life.

　　 This is an indescribable feeling, very ethereal, but very real, felt, but invisible, but clearly exists. For an instant, Ling Tian had only two words in his heart: Fengzhi. For the woman in front of her, although she couldn't see her face, Ling Tian already felt that she could no longer be described as'fengqing' and'fengzi'. It seemed that only'fengzhi' could barely describe her.

　　 At a glance, Ling Tian has already developed a strong interest in this woman who bowed her head to paint! This feeling is the first time that even the past and present lives are added together! And all these feelings come from a back figure! Ling Tian shook his head, this feeling made him unbelievable.

　　 behind this girl, three people stood. Three women. Two of them have a slightly greyish hair, and the other is about 40 years old. The third is a young and beautiful woman just like the painter. However, Ling Tian didn't know him, he was probably the daughter of the Book of Etiquette.

　　 At the moment Ling Tian appeared at the end of the trail, the two middle-aged women turned their heads at the same time, and their eyes looked at Ling Tian like a sharp lightning.

　　 Ling Tian was just right to show a touch of stun, then he nodded and smiled and walked over gently.

　　 This is Chengtian Imperial Palace, and only members of the royal family can come here. The special environment made the two women who turned their heads to look at Ling Tian instinctively thought that Ling Tian might be a prince, and after a little hesitation, they gave way.

　　 The painting girl still didn't look up, as if she didn't notice Ling Tian's arrival.

　　 Ling Tian held his breath, slowly approached the jade case table, and looked at the case table.

　　The painting on white rice paper is almost finished. The paintings are the pavilions in front of them. The rockery and ponds are already vivid. At present, the girl is painting the willow branches that dance with the wind. But the spring breeze dances with willows, the artistic conception is vague, the most difficult for the painter is to grasp the artistic conception in the painting. The girl seemed to be confused, her eyebrows frowned, and she was unable to write.

　　 When Ling Tian looked at the painting carefully, she saw that although the girl's brushwork was skillful, she lacked a sense of agility. Although the painting was a cool real thing, it was a bit more rigid. Although knowing that everyone in the world paints like this, Ling Tian still sighed slightly. Couldn't it be impossible to draw a beautiful woman like you?

　　 Ling Tian sighed inadvertently, but at the same time awakened two women. One painter and one viewer. The two women raised their heads and looked to him at the same time ~ IndoMTL.com~ What was unexpected to Ling Tian was that the woman who painted her back is already the clock of heaven and earth's spiritual energy, but when she saw her front face, her complexion was dark. Although not ugly, it is definitely not a beauty. Only the pair of elegant, light, but indifferent eyes are still shining.

　　 Ling Tian's eyes saw her pair of slender and soft like jade, white and white Aoshuang, and the exposed half-powder neck, she couldn't help but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. It seemed that the girl was disfigured.

　　 The two women suddenly saw that in this place where a man should never be a princess, there appeared a very handsome young son with sword eyebrows and star eyes. Not only were they unexpected. Suddenly, in addition to the prince, who else could come here casually?

　　 The painting woman nodded slightly, said hello to him, and said, "Such only heard the son’s sigh that seemed to be full of regrets, somehow?" She didn’t even ask Ling Tian’s identity and originated this section. I skipped it directly. Of course, for fear that the cumbersome etiquette would be even more troublesome after the identity was revealed, it would be better to pretend to meet each other and go away for a while to save trouble.

　　 Ling Tian couldn't help but praise her for being smart, but since she didn't mention it, of course Ling Tian was also happy to mention it. Seeing her asking questions to herself is like an old friend for many years, without seeing the pretentiousness of ordinary women, it seems even more generous.

　　 Ling Tian smiled and said: "There is no intention, but to see a girl painting, no matter how to use brush, moisten ink, and compose, they are all in the realm of a generation of masters. I really admire them."

　　 The eyes of the two women lit up at the same time, and the painting woman said, "If this is the case, why does the son regret it?"