Chapter 3033: Not doing well

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The night of Jade Peak is peaceful and peaceful.
The scene on the Jade Peak was also very warm.
Ye Chen, tonight, did not carve wood carvings, but he held up an easel, picked up a paintbrush, and painted the most beautiful scenery in the world.
As for the scenery, it was his wives.
In the moonlight, Yaochi dance sword, Nan Mingyu danced, Lin Shihua embroidery, Liu Ruyan Fuqin ... are idle.
With a smile and a smile, Ye Chen used the paintbrush to interpret it on the scroll.
"Dad, you are really a personal talent!"
Ye Ling booed and stood beside Ye Chen.
The mixed-world little devil is also eye-opening today, only to know that her father was fooled and cheated by a thief, but he didn't know that he was so proficient in painting, calligraphy, painting, and calligraphy.
"Girl, learn a little."
Ye Chen spoke slowly, glanced at his wife who was not far away, and adorned the scroll with a stroke of praise, praised by his own daughter. The legendary force was so overwhelming.
"I heard that you were in Lingyu and painted a picture for your mother."
Ye Ling groaned with smile, and his big eyes flickered.
"That's the pride that Dad is most proud of."
Ye Chen took a deep breath, and his expression was serious.
How do you say! What about Chu Linger's portrait of a human body, still hovering in his small world? Usually there is something okay, so he took it out and studied it carefully. He was listed as a collector's edition in the collector's edition, and the world of heaven and earth was the only one in the three realms.
"Then show me!"
Ye Ling dragged Ye Chenyi's horns, blinking with big eyes.
"Beautiful, really beautiful."
Ye Chen pretends to be stupid, pretending not to hear, draws a few strokes, and doesn't forget to take a few steps back. He takes a appreciative look at him, and he doesn't talk about Ye Ling at all.
For some scrolls, he can see it. Ye Ling can see more than .
Ye Ling didn't say a word, looking at Ye Chen's eyes, a little bit oblique.
How do you say! She still knows her dad's urine, and every time Gu Gu talks about him, he must have a ghost.
The more so, the more curious she was about the picture.
"Ningshuang, don't stop!"
"Xi Yan, can you sit still."
"Yu Shu, come again."
Ye Chen spoke one after another without stopping.
At this moment, he is not only a painter, but also a conductor, trying to be perfect, he will use brushes to interpret.
I have to say that this young and old painter is no worse than cooking. If there is a divine help in writing, he will portray his wives vividly and gracefully, and perform a dreamy color.
"Not good yet?"
Shangguan Yuer glanced at Ye Chen, always felt that the goods were entertaining them. A painting had been painted in the middle of the night.
"Linger, late at night, go to rest."
Ye Chen said, and made another stroke.
"Do you want to say that I am in the way?"
Ye Ling drummed his mouth.
Ye Chen did not answer, it was the default.
It ’s not blowing. If his daughter were n’t here, the painting in his hands would be more fragrant and beautiful than he thought. It would be a portrait of a human body. He absolutely believed in the brush in his hands.
This time, Ye Ling is pretending to be inaudible. I don't know you yet? Just don't leave, just stay here and watch your painting.
"Beautiful, really beautiful."
Seeing that Huyou failed, Ye Chen concentrated on drawing.
The picture is still so warm.
"It's funny."
There are quite a lot of talents on quite a few peaks, who have not yet fallen asleep, and they are all holding their hands, watching the scene of Yunv Peak.
You said, it ’s a full moon, what a special painting.
You said, so many daughters-in-law, where are you going to draw.
"Wait in the middle of the night, no benefits."
The Emperor yawned and paid special attention to the Jade Peak every night when people were quiet. Those mountains and rivers were tired and I always wanted to see some wild ones, such as love action movies.
At this time, the fishing ancestors would send a squinting look across the barrier: take a look!
"perfect."
Accompanied by Ye Chen's words, he finally received the paintbrush.
"The neck is sore."
Xi Yan walked first, twisting her neck and rubbing her shoulders. When Ye Chen was painting, she was restless and mischievous.
Yaochi them also came over.
Seeing the picture, the beautiful eyes are instantly blurred.
Ye Chen of their family really can do everything like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The strokes and strokes are filled with divine connotations, and the wonderful and beautiful depiction of them is definitely a masterpiece of the world.
"Not doing well."
Ye Chen clutched his beard, forcing him to enter a better state again.
This look made the girls laugh and laugh.
This night was longer than expected.
Ye Dashao showed off the show, and all the wives, they also had to show their painters, such as Xi Yan, who had rolled up their sleeves.
After that, Ye Chen was placed as a model.
Ye Dasha also came to the road, and the pose was called expressive.
"Like, really."
Ye Ling stood next to Shangguan Yuer. This sentence was said many times, and the look was also focused.
"Like it!"
Shangguan Yuer smiled, the posture of holding the pen was not right, but the deducted scroll, but domineering side leakage, which is personal, clearly a pig, very fat.
Going to Yaochi and Lin Shi to paint them, it is much more normal.
At night, I could see a mist of water lingering in their eyes, reflecting the moonlight, condensing into frost, and every time I painted a strand of Yechen's white hair, it hurt inexplicably, painful.
It seems that it has been many years and I haven't looked at Ye Chen carefully. All the good years in my memory have been drowned by the old.
Shangguan Yuer pursed her lips, no longer being naughty, and changed her drawing paper again, quietly painting the man named Ye Chen.
I do not know when, sitting Ye Chen bowed his head slightly, the white hair scattered along with it, and fluttered on the face with the slightest breeze, but he couldn't hide the vicissitudes.
He should be tired and fall into a deep sleep.
Ji Ningshuang both stopped, sacrificed the soft power, and returned Ye Chen to the room, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
Ye Chen may be really tired. It takes many days to sleep like this, like a statue lying on a bed, without moving.
It was still a quiet night, and Jade Peak was deserted.
With a scent of women's incense, a boudoir slowly opened.
It was Ji Ningshuang who stepped out, and stepped on the peak of the Jade Girl Peak, silently looking up at the Emperor Daomen, her beautiful eyes were stunned.
She was watching, and the two emperors were watching.
The difference is that she is looking at Emperor Daomen.
Daozu and Emperor Emperor looked at her quietly, sometimes frowning, and there was a hint of struggle in their eyes.
Emperor Daomen The door of the Emperor Dao has the door. What is missing is the emperor's Tao. What is missing is the source of the emperor, the divine power, the root of the Tao, the divine possession, the law, the Yuanshen, the emperor's body ... and everything about the emperor.
To put it plainly, there is a lack of emperor.
In order to forge the gate of the emperor, an imperial emperor ... is required.
This is what Emperor Daomen lacks.
The two emperors thought for many years before they really figured it out. It was not until the moment Ye Chen wanted to destroy the emperor's gate that he was really sure.
The Eucharist has no precedent for emperor, and it is not without aim.
The ancestors of the Allied Eucharist most probably did not expect that the Eucharist would have to pay such a terrible price to become an emperor. It would be a emperor's road to exchange one supreme for another.
Because of this, Ye Chen wanted to destroy the Emperor Daomen. She was afraid that Ji Ningshuang would see that once she saw it, she would sacrifice without hesitation and use her life to exchange his life.
In this life, he has owed enough.
"She will think about it sooner or later."
The imperial emperor did not intend to inform Ji Ningshuang, and was not afraid that Ye Chen would find him to settle accounts. It was because he knew Ye Chen, and the Zongyao Pond made a sacrifice, and he forged the emperor's gate, and Ye Chen would not go there.
The Emperor didn't say it, Daozu didn't say it either.
It was an affectionate and obsessive Eucharist. When the child was sacrificed at the end of his life, his wife lost his life when he did not want to preach.
A Ye Fan has almost collapsed him.
If there is another Yaochi, he will really collapse.
"Two seniors, what is missing from Emperor Daomen."
Yaochi whispered, I have no idea how many times I asked.
"I don't know."
Daozu and Mingdi shared the same voice.
Yaochi didn't ask again, and slowly turned around. After walking three times, he always stopped in solitude and looked back at Emperor Daomen.
As the Emperor Ming said, she will think sooner or later that she is also an emperor. Although her vision is not as good as them, she will eventually see it.
In fact, it is exactly the same.
Ye Chen was asleep, but Yaochi was awake. She would go to the peak of the Jade Girl every day, and quietly looked at the Emperor's Road Gate.
Since that night, she has never asked Daozu and the Emperor.
In other words, there is a speculation that not only took root and sprouted, but also accompanied the passage of time and gradually became that true meaning.
"Jiu Niang, what are you looking at?"
Ye Ling was not asleep, and came to the top of the mountain, dragging the Yaochi clothing corner.
"hope."
The tenderness of Yao Chi's smile was still the answer that year.
"hope?"
Nan Mingyu rinsed them, and looked up at Cangyu for many days.
It is a pity that they are not emperors.
However, one thing is worthy of recognition. The two emperors of Tianming will not doubt, and Wanwan Cangsheng will not even doubt. Any one of them can break the bones of Ye Chen in any situation without hesitation. It is also an obsession.
This family is sorrowful.
Except Ye Ling, any one has died, and any one has taken his own life in exchange for Ye Chen's life.
The world-famous God of War is worthy of Wan Wan Cang Sheng, but he is sorry for his wife and children, who have carried too many lives.
"It's late and rest early."
Yaochi whispered a smile and flicked his hand gently.
The girls only felt a breeze blowing, and they were crooked one by one, and Ji Ningshuang sent them into the boudoir.
She also went down to the top of the mountain, went to the small bamboo forest, stood in front of Ye Fan's tomb for a long time, and inserted three musk that could not be burned.
In front of Ye Chen's room, she also stood for a long time. Ling Che's beautiful eyes were still a little embarrassed. In a moment, she had performed the cause and effect with Ye Chen in her eyes, it was a vicissitudes of years.
She was silent, and the two emperors were silent.
No need to ask, she knew what she was going to do.
Both emperors opened their mouths, but neither spoke.
In the bright moonlight, Yaochi turned around, shook up step by step, and walked towards the door step by step, which was Ye Chen's emperor's door, but to her, it was a ghost door.
In the years, the grace of the empress was peerless.