Chapter 401: Similarity

The chromatogram of each issue can arouse heated discussion in the world.
When Xiahoudi's focus always fades, people's discussions will naturally shift to the other three. After all, the appearance of each one can be said to be impeccable, and the identity is also unexpected. These days, the whole world talks like the New Year, which is too topical.
The first to bear the brunt is Liu Wanxi.
It can be said that before this, no one could have imagined that the emperor and concubines were actually listed in the score, which was unexpected, but it was reasonable to think about it. Well, what's the matter with all the people in the world?
It is rare for Ji Qingyuan to be praised by the people all over the world. They praised him for his skill, such as a master of six doors, and as private as his own concubine. He is actually willing to be included in the absolute color to let the world talk about it. It is not easy. Sure enough, there are emperors. Gas.
I also don't know what Ji Qingyuan's feelings would be when he heard this kind of evaluation, who was full of brains trying to compare with others for a spiritual victory.
The identity of Mo Xuexin also belongs to the kind of horror. The leader of the strong sect is also the strong man in the hole, and should have been the focus. Unfortunately, Xue Qingqiu and Qin Wuye made a similar impact in the previous issue. The acceptance is much higher, not too surprised. What was really surprised was that many people thought that Mo Xuexin was an old aunt, but she turned out to be a beautiful and light mature woman, which made many people feel incredible.
Reminiscent of the original Xue Qingqiu and Qin Wuye, people even have an unreal illusion... How come the female sect masters of the Xuxu level are so stunning? Do these sects choose sect masters to look at force or beauty?
Look at that Yue Xiaochan, he obviously wants to take Xue Qingqiu's class, right? This is already on the list ahead of time... Xingyue Sect must be a beauty pageant, right?
In addition to such a sense of illusion, Xue Qingqiuyue Xiaochan, and Mo Xuexin Zhu Chenyao, the two pairs of masters and apprentices in the quintessential color are also popular. The most interesting thing is that these two are the deadly enemies of the devil. Thinking of this hostile form also opened up an alternative battlefield on the chromatic spectrum through this form.
People want to compare and compare the two pairs of mentors and apprentices. Various votes and disputes are in full swing. Poor Ji Qingyuan wanted to compare Liu Wanxi with Xue Qingqiu, and there was no sound at all. Who would be better than these two people who can’t beat them, there’s no gimmick...
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In the midst of heated discussions, Xue Mu was already returning to Lingzhou. While staying in Linxian County, he also bought a copy of Juezhu leisurely, and hugged Yue Xiaochan to hide under the covers.
The feeling of holding the protagonist in the quintessential painting and watching the painting together is also one of Xue Mu's little pleasures, but it has only been implemented for two people so far.
One is Menglan, watching together more seriously, the beautiful woman in her arms flushed with shame, it was fun.
The other is Zhu Chenyao, who spread her cold portrait beside her while doing that, looking at her with shame and anger, don't have any fun.
To Xue Qingqiu, Mu Jianli and Qin Wuye had never played this way, mainly because he didn't have a chance to just close it. It seemed very boring to play like this specially.
This time, it was just right to hold Yue Xiaochan to watch the freshly baked chromatogram. Yue Xiaochan's small face was also flushed, and he held his face angrily: "I was painted ugly... How can people be so peaceful..."
"It seems almost..."
"You have to touch your conscience when you speak!"
"Isn't he touching you..."
Yue Xiaochan bit her lower lip: "Are you particularly excited about it?"
"Ah, you can see it all?"
Yue Xiaochan turned away from his arms and looked at him amusedly: "Hey, you don't really want to collect all the best colors, do you?"
In front of her, Xue Mu didn't pretend to be a gentleman, and smiled embarrassedly: "If you have the heart, you don't have the ability. The people in this issue are tut, Mo Xuexin, Xiahoudi, and Liu Wanxi... It's really impossible to touch any of them. Only you can give me some comfort..."
"Xiahoudi... didn't it mean something to you?"
"Until that point, the gap between the positions of the two sides is too ridiculous. It is not easy for us to maintain the tacit understanding of being enemies and friends if we can not be enemies."
Yue Xiaochan nodded, and was too lazy to look through Mo Xuexin's picture. He turned directly to Liu Wanxi's portrait. After looking at it for a long time, he muttered: "Uncle Master, this painting is really beautiful. I really want to let the concubine be selected for the best color, and let the world talk about it.
"Grandpa Li said that Ji Qingyuan wanted to prove that what he had was more beautiful than Xingyue." Xue Mu looked a little sneer when he said this, but his eyes were indeed attracted by Liu Wanxi's portrait and it was difficult to move away.
It was still the same palace costume as the first time I saw it, with pearly brilliance and grace. But her face is very inconsistent with such luxury. The corners of her mouth are slightly curved, with a quiet and gentle smile, as if blaming the child for doing something wrong again. There is a shallow pear vortex on her face, which adds to it. A bit sweet and playful. But it should have been matched with a gentle or playful gaze, but there was a strange melancholy, which was heartbreaking.
"Soul painter..." Xue Mu couldn't help but said: "These conflicts of several temperaments are not abrupt at all, but they are so perfectly combined to form a very unique charm. If it is only compared to this period...er..."
Originally I wanted to say that compared to this issue, perhaps Liu Wanxi can really rank first with the unique temperament that is rare in this world, well, even the bust is the most majestic. But holding another person in the painting in his arms, this is really an idiot to say it, Xue Mu is not that stupid.
It stands to reason that Yue Xiaochan should have heard what he meant, but strangely he didn't go to breathe with him, his eyes were always drawn by Liu Wanxi's eyes, as if there was some whirlpool there, pulling all her soul into it, even Xue Mu was talking about Did not listen carefully.
Xue Mu suddenly felt that the dimple formed by Yue Xiaochan's mouth was similar to Liu Wanxi's fascination. I don't usually feel this way...the two have too much difference in temperament, and it is difficult to relate to each other, but they still feel that Xue Qingqiu and Yue Xiaochan are a bit more similar.
Yue Xiaochan suddenly returned to his senses and laughed: "Uncle Shi is very beautiful. Ji Qingyuan insists on thinking that she is the most beautiful. Master won't compete with her uncle for such a title. It's Xia Wenxuan. He saw this issue. What is the reaction of chromatography?"
Xue Mu's thoughts were also distracted, and he groaned: "It's hard to say. Judging from the performance of the contact that day, the feelings should have faded long ago, but this person has become accustomed to rampage, and his behavior cannot be followed by normal patterns."
Yue Xiaochan smiled and said: "You never go to the palace to someone, right?"
Xue Mu laughed and said: "It's best to cut Ji Qingyuan, lest the old tortoise always finds things for me...well...after all, why hasn't that incident happened yet? It's been a long time..."
Somewhere in the remote deep mountains, a temporary resident of Crosswalk. The night was deep and cold, Xia Wenxuan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the portrait in the moonlight. The north wind brought the robe of his clothes hunting, but the flimsy drawing paper was like cast iron in his hands, not moving.
"Sure enough, I went to hide in the palace... I think Li Xiaolin's face is very familiar. The wretched man who sneaked behind you all day long, right?" Xia Wenxuan finally shook his head and smacked his lips painfully: "Xujing said the old liar. You have committed a peach blossom but your love is mournful, and there is no good thing about the man in your fate... Let him be right. But what does the word mean? It makes Lao Tzu think you fell into a well and died... Is that mean? Trapped to guard the palace wall? Isn't it easy to get out?"
After thinking for a while, I couldn't understand, Xia Wenxuan put away the portrait, shot his body and went straight to the capital.