Tang Qian finally met the woman named Hua Suwen.

The Daxia Dynasty is called the Little Courtyard, because the annual "flower evaluation list" of the Shenzhou City election has not yet begun, and the woman who suddenly appeared has already reserved one of them, at least she has no shortage of appearance and talent.

But on the eve of the beginning of this "flower evaluation list", this woman did not even follow the powerful. She naturally did this kind of thing by her peers, but if she didn't do it, no one could force her, because where she was located was the very small brothel in the capital of God, with few people and few people. More importantly, I heard that this Songzhu Pavilion had an indescribable connection with those gods and practitioners.

Those powerful and powerful people in Daxia who wanted to have a love for their beauty had no choice. They knew about gods and monks, but they still respected them when they really mentioned them.

They understood that the dynasty and the monks actually had the power to fight, but they were neither the Emperor of the Great Xia, nor were they in power, and they were not worthy of being a Daxia dynasty and a monk on the mountain.

So Hua Suwen naturally maintained his rules on the eve of this flower review list. One day, he saw a customer, the price was very high, and there were many queues. Many people came today and had to continue to set time. The Suwen girl set another rule. If she wanted to see her the second time, she had to complete one thing for her before she could continue to meet. If you even do some things, you don’t even need to queue up in the queue.

There are actually many rumors about what to do. The easiest thing is probably to help her get a kitten and puppy with specialties from other states. The more difficult one is to get a magic weapon and pill from a monk. The more difficult one is to hear something, and I have never confirmed it. I am accompanying this Suwen girl to a place.

This should have been the last item that those who pursued and admired were flocking to, but no one has ever done it. I don’t know if Miss Su Wen had not made this request or if the place she was going to was too dangerous. Those officials and monks who had already learned about this matter were all retreating.

Tang Qian was still a little drunk and said, "I'm not seeing the emperor, why are there so many rules?" before he remembered the madam in Songzhu Pavilion came over and said to him in a low voice, "You can go," Su Wen's girl has already started to rest."

Tang Qian thought that he should go upstairs. He waited here for seven days, not to get drunk on the table, so he shook his head and did not use his magic power to remove the alcohol. He walked up to the second floor staggeringly.

The second floor is only Miss Suwen. This is what the guests on this floor know about. They immediately booed, because Tang Qian seemed not a elegant man at all. After a long time, Miss Suwen liked the most literary talent. The difficulty of what she asked those people to do was actually her.

The more difficult it is to like these people, the less she likes them.

If she said she wanted the stars and moon in the sky, it would mean that it would be difficult for that person to have the chance to see Hua Suwen in his life.

Miss Suwen is not short of money and jewelry, and jewelry, and jade. She is also disdainful of the identities of monks. If she is a monk who has practiced and has made his brains broken, she is not aware of the style, no matter what sect it is, Miss Suwen will not give her a good look.

Tang Qian just walked up there. Regardless of the lowly curses and dirty words below, he had already walked into the house belonging to Su Wen.

"Young Master?" Hua Suwen lightly opened her white teeth.

Tang Qian reacted because he had forgotten how long he had been in the house, or had just taken a nap because of alcohol. Tang Qian couldn't help but think that although he was actually very sober, it was because this woman was too amazing. This was a perfect face. Tang Qian asked himself that he had seen many women, and when he saw Xia Yubing before, he would have a stunning feeling, but he never was completely stunned like this at this time.

Tang Qian suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I think you are used to someone looking at you like this. If I'm stunned for a while, you won't care."

After saying that, he really stopped talking and continued to look at Hua Suwen.

Hua Suwen was amused by his words, and few people could make her laugh. She looked even better when she smiled. It seemed that she was still a quiet cold plum blossom, but after laughing, it turned into a crabapple full of spring. She was also confident about her appearance. Tang Qian commented seriously and felt that the appearance of this woman might be God's explanation of beauty. As long as she saw this woman, the word beauty might not need to be explained.

Her eyebrows were very slender, but just right, and there was a kind of charm between her eyebrows and eyes. What's even better was that she seemed to be charming everywhere on her body, but it was different, with her straight nose, small cherry mouth, and a slender waist that she held. Tang Qian had to admit that he was very moved.

This is not the love of love, but the little bit of demeanor he thought was useless now. He actually said directly: "I wonder if the girl can let me draw one?"

Hua Suwen was stunned. She had heard of this request before. She was also a monk with a low level and knew many monk methods. For example, a monk came here, first bathed incense, then picked up his pen and started painting, saying that it was painting, but the stroke was not in the hands of the monk. The monk just stared at her and made a painting.

It's more like this person watching and drawing the pen by himself.

After the painting, the monk sighed and even broke the pen. When he sighed, he said: "No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it still cannot describe the beauty of a girl. If you are not talented, you cannot paint the girl's face.

But I have no face to see the girl again."

He left after saying that. He was really a weird person.

Tang Qian was so angry that she was afraid that she would not agree, so he hurriedly said, "That, we can chat, and the girl doesn't need to sit upright. I drew it slowly, but fortunately I still have a few hours." As he said that, Tang Qian had already walked to the only table in the room, laying a piece of rice paper, and then took out a brush. Although Tang Qian was worn in a worn-out manner, this brush looked priceless. The pen rod was complicated, and there were countless flowers, birds, fish and insects, and they were subtly carved on this very thin pen rod. The hair used on the tip of the pen was as white as snow, and there were a few traces of gold threads in it.

Tang Qian looked at the paper and looked at Hua Suwen again. His expression was very calm. Hua Suwen couldn't forget the cultivators who thought of recording their appearance as if they were facing a great enemy because they were not confident that they could draw their own appearance, but Tang Qian's eyes were serious and confident.

Hua Suwen felt a little reluctant. This young man who looked very sloppy probably likes painting, but if he really painted himself, he might be disgusted with the thing he liked. So she said, "Since the young master is here, why should he draw? Come here to talk to the little girl, chat, and relieve her fatigue. Wouldn't any of them be happier?"

Tang Qian had already started writing, and the pen was like a dragon and snake. Hua Suwen sat on the other side of the room and couldn't see clearly. Tang Qian raised his head and was silent after hearing Hua Suwen's words, and then suddenly realized: "Let's talk about something." Tang Qian smiled and said, "Watching the beautiful woman and drawing her down are all things that make me happy, but I have a little bit of self-knowledge below, so I can't let the girl see you and I'm very happy, so I'm working hard and making the girl happy when chatting."

Hua Suwen was praised for her beauty for being praised for being beautiful for a long time, but Tang Qi said what she said at this time more in line with her wishes. For some reason, what this man said seemed to be better, and he looked serious and pretty good.

Although this Suwen girl is a monk, she knows a lot about the miscellaneous knowledge of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even some medical divination. She did not practice for the sake of practice, or perhaps even for her appearance to get older, so she spoke: "I don't know if the young master knows that there is a painter named Tang Qian in Zhongzhou."

Tang Qian raised his eyebrows.

He then said, "How is this painter? What's the difference?"

Hua Suwen said, "The little woman asked herself that her appearance was pretty good. Tang Qian, which ordinary painters could definitely draw. Tang Qian, a painter who ordinary people could not draw. Tang Qian, would definitely know how to learn."

Tang Qian kept talking on his hands, saying, "Oh? This person is so powerful?" He even felt a little complacent. He was praised by Hua Suwen such a beautiful woman, and there was always some happiness that he had not experienced before. Tang

Qian thought in his heart that it was me who said this.

Hua Suwen was a little surprised: "Young Master doesn't even know Tang Qian?"

Tang Qian was a little amused and crying. He was still very serious in writing. When he raised his head to look at Hua Suwen, he found that she looked longing on her face - this was another kind of beauty.

Tang Qian had already taken back the words he had just reached his mouth. He seemed to know who Hua Suwen was talking about.

Hua Suwen seemed to introduce Tang Qian, but it was more of a girl's longing: "Tang Qian painter was wearing a white robe, with eyes like stars, eyebrows like swords, and his face was very handsome. His eyes seemed to have great magic power. After seeing it, he could instantly record the essence of the scenery and characters, and then write as if he was helping him when painting-"

Every time she said that, Tang Qian would look at what he looked like on his body. When he said that he would use his empty hand to touch his eyebrows. When he said that, his expression became more and more dismal.

Hua Suwen continued, "So perhaps only painter Tang Qian can draw a little girl in the world. I saw a painter who was so angry that he vomited blood when he painted me - Young Master, don't take the risk of painting."

She raised her head and saw that Tang Qian's face was really bad. She thought that Tang Qian was really obsessed with the fact that she couldn't draw her own charm when she was painting, so she hurriedly got up and walked towards Tang Qian.

Tang Qian asked dryly: "Where is your extremely wise painter Tang Qian now?"

Hua Suwen walked quickly. She was really afraid that she would become the devil of the guest in front of her. This guest did not have that ability and was too pitiful. She quickly replied: "He is also in this Shendu, but the Shendu is so big, and the Songzhu Pavilion is remote and not famous. The little woman thinks that Mr. Tang Qian should have seen many women with outstanding appearance than the young woman, so he will definitely not come here."

When she walked to Tang Qian, Hua Suwen was stunned because in her eyes, the portrait of her painter who was "far less than that of Tang Qian's painter" was much better than she thought. Even the person "Hua Suwen" was really vividly revealed on paper!

"Although I can't be very elegant, I'm still a little bit 70% or eight." Tang Qian's words were a little proud, but also a little helpless. Why can't others recognize him as Tang Qian? Although the other person he admired and liked was also called Tang Qian, Tang Qian himself became more and more angry the more he thought about it.

Tang Qian's paintings are moving.

Hua Suwen in the painting seemed to see the cute man who looked like him outside the painting. He was a little surprised, but more surprised. In the painting, it seemed like he was going to come out of paper and talk to Hua Suwen.

Hua Suwen was also a little confused when she looked at her frown and smile in the painting.

The bronze mirror of the world's clear water reflects itself, but the color is reduced by a little bit. The young master's painting is more than seven or eight. Hua Suwen thought in his heart.
Chapter completed!