At this moment, Lu Nianli, holding a paintbrush, seemed to be more dazzling than the Empress Beili.

More and more people looked up at the writer standing in front of the huge easel.

When the new Rouge Review was released, many people knew that the prince had the skills of painting and mastering magic. At that time, someone compared him with Mr. Wu from the prosperous dynasty.

According to historical records, Mr. Wu was the most prosperous time in the prosperous dynasty, and he entered the world of fate!

In terms of the purity of painting, looking at the past and present, no one can compare with Mr. Wu.

In the hearts of many people, although Lu Nianli's beauty pictures are vivid and vivid, Lu Nianli's own heart is not pure enough and emphasizes too much vulgar thoughts.

Compared with Mr. Wu, it seems that the difference is only a slight difference, but in fact it is a thousand miles apart.

Reading, painting, music...

If you want to use these paths to drive the celestial phenomena into creation, it is thousands of times more difficult than the path of martial arts practice. If it is not pure enough, it will eventually be difficult to enter the main hall.

Everyone in the audience talked in a low voice.

"Mr., do you think Your Highness can achieve success by relying on painting?" Song Qing asked Ruan Qiu.

"Disaster!"

Ruan Qiu shook his head, "From my understanding, those who have always attracted the creation of heaven and earth through piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all extremely pure people. They have been immersed in it since childhood and can only be enlightened in one go."

"Your Highness's painting skills are not bad, but for him, painting skills are far less important than beauty. Most of the time, he paints for women."

"Today, His Highness has many paintings circulated. Have you ever seen him paint anything other than women?"

"And that Mr. Wu was an all-rounder at the time, and he was incomparable."

Ruan Qiu's evaluation is very objective and also represents the thoughts in most people.

If you want to enter the creation, the painting skills and the spiritual realm are indispensable. Your Highness's painting skills have reached, but the spiritual realm is far behind.

Song Qing smiled, "Although what Mr. Big is saying makes sense, I still believe that Your Highness can give everyone a surprise."

Chen Jianjia also said: "I believe in Your Highness too."

Ruan Qiu glanced at the two of them, "Haha, it seems that both of them are your nobles' good men."

"It's Mr. Grandpa who doesn't know His Highness deeply enough." Song Qing retorted: "Your Highness can always be unexpected."

"Mr. Great Mr. said that Your Highness is not pure enough? But I want to say justice to Your Highness."

Chen Jianjia followed and said, "I wonder Mr. Big, is Your Highness better than Mr. Wu in terms of the skills of painting beauty?"

"In terms of understanding the beauty, how can Mr. Wu compare to Mr. Wu's attainments?"

"It is the hardest thing for people to draw in the world."

"But whom the beauties painted by His Highness, from the queen of the previous dynasty to the brothel geisha, does not praise His Highness for drawing his inner self?"

"Your Highness's paintings are more real than the self in the mirror."

"Isn't the purity of His Highness when painting beauty also an ultimate purity?"

Looking at Chen Jianjia, a talented woman from Jiangnan who once wrote poems to criticize the romantic playboy in the world, but now she argued for Lu Nianli, Ruan Qiu was stunned for a moment.

What Chen Jianjia said is indeed reasonable.

It is hard for a man to draw! It is even harder for a woman to draw! The prince painted a woman’s ‘god’.

Maybe it's really because I'm too biased in the definition of purity.

Song Qing also took a deep look at the concubine who might be competing for favor with her in the future. She could feel that Chen Jianjia's body was very weak and her face was pathologically pale.

This woman looks casual and natural, and she is very stubborn in some things, like a child.

Even she didn't expect that His Highness would have such a status in Chen Jianjia's heart.

While several people were discussing, Lu Nianli had already started to write and paint. With just a few strokes, he outlined the backgrounds of Zhenbeicheng, Wu'an Hall, and Longquetai in a blurry manner, magnificent and magnificent manner.

This alone is enough to impress countless masters of painting.

But no matter how grand the background in Lu Nianli's paintings is, they will never be the backbone of the painting.

In his paintings, the heart of the master will always be a beauty.

All kinds of beauties!

The background is outlined with beauty as the core, no matter how good the background is, it is just to set off the beauty's beauty.

That's right now.

Zhenbei Capital with thousands of families all over the streets! The civil and military officials who bowed down and bowed! An unprecedented grand ceremony of the throne! The dragon bird platform that entered the sky! The five-clawed golden dragon covering the sky!

And! The faceless painter who holds the pen to paint.

Everything! It's background! Including himself.

In the world in the painting, only the splendid Empress Beili is the absolute protagonist.

After all the backgrounds were portrayed, Lu Nianli stopped writing, took a deep breath, and looked up at the empress Lu Changle of Beili again.

The latter's eyes greeted him.

There is a hint of concern in my eyes.

The empress who reached the top and looked down on the world already has a peerless style, but the empress Beili is not a ruthless immortal god, and there will always be less in the painting.

What is less is a little affection for the world.

This tender concern is the finishing touch and the ultimate element of sublimating the soul.

Lu Nianli looked at the empress's sister with deeper eyes, as if he wanted to pull her off from the dragon bird platform and imprint it in his heart.

Until the moment when the invisible spiritual vortex was about to swallow Lu Changle, Lu Nianli suddenly withdrew his gaze and quickly took action. The brush fell on the drawing paper, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced.

Rumble!

At this moment, the cloudless clear sky roared.

The end of the world seemed to be cut open by something, and the glow of light bloomed from the gap, dazzling and dazzling, rendering the world into another color.

There are golden boys and jade girls who are smiling and greet each other, there are the blessing land of the Immortal Sect, there are three thousand gods reflecting the heavens, and there are purple lotus all over the sky leading to the Nine Nethers!

This vision is not inferior to the scene when the Empress ascended the throne, and is even more dazzling and shocking.

Everyone was already amazed by the successive grand scenes.

"Look, what is that?"

Lu Nianli was still painting without distraction, and the grand scene that stuns the world could not cause any turmoil in his eyes.

He does not seem to exist in this world, but he is the only one among the world.

On his body, the brilliant power rose into a bridge and rushed to the end of the world.

The Empress Beili on the drawing paper is also gradually outlined perfectly.

Every stroke and stroke, trigger the celestial phenomena!

A bridge of splendor, seize the fortune!

When the finishing touch points out the touch of love from the peerless empress, the person in the painting seems to have come alive.

The blurry but stunning light and shadow walked out of the painting, climbing to the brilliant bridge of creation that leads to the other side of the world, and lotus grows step by step until the end.

The light and shadow in the painting are finally stepping on the other side.

Lu Nianli also put down his brush and turned around.

The light and shadow that turned around at the same time on the other side looked at each other from afar. At the moment when the eyes merged, Lu Nianli's breath completely transformed.

The empress holds the pen and draws the empress! Once you enter the fortune!

After an endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly got up from the bed.

He breathed fresh air in his mouth, and his chest trembled.

Confused and puzzled, all kinds of emotions surged into my heart.

Where is this?

Then, Shi Yu subconsciously observed the surroundings and became even more confused.

A single dormitory?

Even if he successfully received rescue, he should be in the ward now.

And his own body...how could he be injured at all?

With doubt, Shi Yu's gaze swept through the room quickly, and finally his eyes stopped on a mirror at the head of the bed.

The mirror shows his current appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looks very handsome.

But the problem is, this is not him!

Before, I was a handsome young man in his twenties who was extraordinary and handsome. I have been working for a while.

Now, no matter how you look at this, you are just the age of a high school student...

This change made Shi Yu stunned for a long time.
To be continued...