"Miss Ling San, do you want to have a portrait, a portrait of a husband and wife, I will give you a twenty percent discount." The owner of the small art gallery greeted the guests with a smile and a clever tongue, "Let's have a pair, the painting is very fast, and the painters in our museum are the best." ”

"Portrait of a husband and wife?" Xuanyuan Yu stretched out his hand and touched his chin, "Sounds pretty good." ”

Ling Luo asked, "Yu, will you be danqing?" ”

"A little bit of it."

Ling Luo smiled lightly: "What's the point of letting someone else hold the pen, let's draw one together, I draw you, you draw me, get together, isn't it?" ”

Xuanyuan Yu's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "It's so good, it's still Luo'er smart." ”

Ling Luo threw a silver ingot to the owner of the small art gallery and said, "Shopkeeper, you prepare pen and ink, paints and rice paper for us, and then make a private room." ”

"Yes, yes, Miss Ling San's direction, the little one will do it immediately!" The owner of the small art gallery was holding a large ingot of silver, and his heart was full of joy, and he ran to work in a hurry.

In a short time, the pen and ink and the private room were ready.

"I'll come first, you sit in the chair and don't move." Ling Luo wrote first.

A thousand years ago, the Ling family could be regarded as a famous family on the Tianyuan Continent, as a glory, she was not only a genius alchemist, but also a talented woman who shocked the party at that time, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

She looked at the few figures Danqing at the door of the gallery just now, although the brushstrokes were smooth, but they were slightly flashy, and her skills were insufficient, and she was not very satisfied.

The pen and ink are also spiritual, if they are integrated into the thoughts of the writer, it is a masterpiece displayed on the picture.

Ling Luo raised his head and glanced at Xuanyuan Yu, who was sitting on a wisteria chair, his eyes were shining, his posture was lazy, and his expression was gentle.

He was looking at her.

I'm watching it very carefully.

She accepted his affection, received his heart, and painted it on paper with her heart.

Her penmanship was very skillful, and soon, Xuanyuan Yu was already alive on paper.

"Alright." She breathed a sigh of relief, and a slightly smug smile curled up at the corner of her lips, "Yu, how about coming over and have a look?" ”

Xuanyuan Yu came over, his eyes were almost narrowed with a smile, and said, "It turns out that in Luo'er's eyes, the husband is so handsome." ”

He was satisfied, very satisfied, very satisfied.

"Don't be poor, it's your turn." Ling Luo walked over to the side chairs and sat down.

This so-called "portrait of husband and wife" is a man and a woman sitting on two chairs next to each other, and let the painter of the gallery paint a portrait of you.

Yes, the chair that Ling Luo was sitting on now was next to the chair that Xuanyuan Yu was sitting on just now.

drawing paper, she also left him exactly half of the blank.

She looked forward to it with great eagerness.

He drew with great concentration, his eyes shining, and a thin smile on his lips.

After about half a pillar of incense, Xuanyuan Yu put down his pen, let out a long sigh of relief, and said happily: "It's done." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger, and his fingertips condensed with a faint golden sword qi, facing the center of the drawing paper, and the "brush" was cut.

Ling Luo was slightly stunned, got up from the chair, and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

Wouldn't it be a separate portrait of the two of them from the center of the paper, and what kind of husband and wife would be painted?

Xuanyuan Yu put the half of the paper in his hand and shook it gently, with a sly smile like a big fox on his face.

Seeing that smile, Ling Luo's heart suddenly had a premonition that it was not very good.