Chapter 547： Before the King (4)

After a few more red strokes, Canyang became as dazzling as the rising sun against the black and white background, and the artistic conception of the entire painting changed abruptly. In the original painting, those skinny and shameless refugees As if step by step towards hell. Now, the sun is turning into a rising sun, and the displaced people are moving in the direction of the rising sun. In this miserable atmosphere, a hope has been added to make the hopeful feel that as long as they persist, they will finally be able to welcome the sun.

Just a few changes can bring such an effect. Fu Yunyan couldn't help but brighten his eyes and praised, "Axin, you have changed so well!"

Nangong Xin said modestly: "Sister said the same thing."

"What's so good about it?" A majestic voice sounded, and saw a man in his thirties, wearing a dark-colored dark patterned robe with a white jade belt around his waist. When I saw Yunlan Pavilion, I saw it. He, Fu Yunyan immediately asked An Dao with a smile, "Uncle Huang." This man was the emperor of the Dayu Dynasty.

The emperor glanced at Nangong Xin angrily and asked, "What are you two doing here?" As he said, he took a few steps forward, his eyes rested on the painting on the stone table.

This painting was brought by the emperor, and the aftertaste of the exile incident in the past few days has not disappeared. As early as today, a prince sent this painting to make his heart depressed to the extreme. Later, because he knew Princess Yongyang will invite some children to the house today to play. No one simply took it, so he came over slightly. He thought it was to come out and relax, but he took the painting with him.

Sitting in the Yunlan Pavilion, he couldn't help but opened the painting again, but the more he looked, the more he became irritable and irritable. Then he went out and walked away. I didn't expect to see these two children spoiling the painting as soon as he returned. Time is annoying, but now ...

The emperor stared at the painting intently, especially at the rising sun with a touch of red. After a long time, it seemed that he had found his voice, saying: "Wonderful! It is wonderful!"

Disasters in the sky, corrupt officials, and exiles going north ... Although world events are not satisfactory, this does not mean despair. The Dayu Dynasty was only a few decades. Although there are still exiles and still hungry, the people's life has been much better than before.

The Dayu Dynasty was like the rising sun on painting paper, which convinced the emperor that one day, it would be Datong.

"Well!" The emperor straightly praised. "Who changed it?"

Fu Yunyan said with honor, "It's Axin."

"It's me!" Nangong Xin also raised his hand and said, "Uncle Huang." Naturally, he didn't know that this person was an emperor. He only heard Fu Yunyan call it "Uncle Huang", so he called it Huang.

The emperor froze for his title, thinking that the child really did not admit birth, and did not blame it, but asked softly: "What's your name, oh ... I never saw you." He heard that my aunt had only invited a few children from her own family today, and it seemed to him that he had never seen the child with his uncle and brothers and sisters.

Nangong Xin grinned and answered, "My name is Nangong Xin."

"Nangong ... Are you a child of the Nangong family?" The emperor asked for a moment of thought. "Who is Nangong Yu?"

Nangong Xin raised her chest and said proudly, "It's my sister."

The emperor remembered that Nan Gongyu had asked her for a thousand years of Polygonum multiflorum for her brother. She seemed to mention that her brother had a mental loss. At that time, he had a pity. Now it seems that although the child named Nangongxin is a little innocent, it is not as "stupid" as imagined, especially the painting ... This artistic conception is not something anyone can change casually. of!