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However, after about two quarters of an hour, the wall that had just been closed was removed again, and the light came up for a second time, lighting up the small studio.

The tall figure walked in, and after taking two steps, he stopped, and the ink in the painting room was much thicker, apparently someone had just used it.

After a moment, the figure continued on its way.

If there were other people here, they would definitely be surprised, because this was clearly Emperor Yuanhui who had left earlier.

However, if you look closely, you can find something unusual.

Although this Emperor Yuanhui is exactly the same as the dragon robe on his body just now, even the crown on his head or the Ming Huang dragon boots under his feet are exactly the same, but the one who comes in now does not have the fragrance of heavy ink that can be preserved for a hundred years.

Walking to the desk step by step, and when he saw the picture scroll on the table that had not been put away, Emperor Yuanhui had a momentary contraction.

The skill of the painter is so profound that in just a few strokes he sketches out the entire background, which is now the studio.

On the scroll, the black-haired boy sitting on the bamboo chair was very lazy, the crown of hair on his head was crooked to the side, and the neatly tied black hair fell to the side of his face.

The face of the young man in the painting is very smooth, and some curly sideburns kiss his cheek at the end, and there is a remarkable elegance in this moment, and he does not know what attracts his gaze at this moment, and looks at the side with half-squinted eyes.

It's clearly just black and white, but at the tail of the long eyes outlined in black ink, it seems to give birth to a gorgeous crimson.

After staring at the scroll for a long time, Emperor Yuan Hui pulled out the scroll in the painting tube next to him.

Unfold.

In this color painting, the artist's skill is also profound, but it can be seen that the painting technique is completely different from the one just now, but although it is completely different, the picture in the painting is still a beautiful boy with a bright appearance.

At a cursory glance, this young man is clearly the same as the one in the painting just now, but if you take a closer look, you can find that the scroll in the hand of Emperor Yuan Hui is not brand new, and it can even be said that it was many years ago.

After opening this one, he looked at it for a while, and then Emperor Yuan Hui opened another one.

Unfold one by one.

What is shocking is that all the pictures on these scrolls seem to be... The same person.

......

He stayed in the palace for another night, and the next day Luo Bai slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up, and after that, he still took the carriage in the palace back to the palace.

When Luo Bai came back, it was already close to lunch, but today's Xiaoyao Mansion seemed to have guests, and the maids were busy, and plates of fruit snacks were constantly sent to the backyard.

"Who's coming?!" Intercept another maid casually, Luo Bai asked.

"It's the eldest prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he said he was coming... Visit you. ”

Luo Bai raised his eyebrows.

Yan Liang?!

As soon as his footsteps turned, Luo Bai was about to go to the garden.

She had only taken two steps when a frightened exclamation suddenly came from there.

"Second Miss overboard! Someone! Come on!! ”

"Come on! Help me! ”

Luo Bai was immediately interested, and quickened his pace to walk over there.

And after turning into the small arched door, she saw a chaos, Luo Qingyun's maidservants shouted and screamed everywhere, Luo Yunjin frequently looked into the pool, seemed to be a little anxious, as a foreign guest Yan Liang stood aside very calmly.

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