Poison Doctor Demon Consort

Chapter 153, Celebration Banquet 6 Concubine Xiangui looked at her face, guessed what the emperor was thinking, and said, "Can General Linghu draw the face of the Zixian real person? If such a half-immortal who has attained enlightenment can be invited to the palace, I really want to see him."

General Linghu is not good at painting, which is a bit embarrassing for him. The point is, how can there be a Zixian real person in this world? It was just a character he made up.

Linghu Shuiyue knew that her father was in trouble, and thought to herself, why is it so difficult to draw a person? Since it's fabricated, it's easy to handle. I just drew a person casually, let's see where you can find it?

So, she volunteered with a smile on her face and said: "Report to the emperor, report to the imperial concubine, and the servants can draw the voice, appearance and appearance of that person."

When the emperor heard this, he immediately ordered people to fetch pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and in an instant, everything was ready and laid out in front of Linghu Shuiyue.

Linghu Huo Ri had never seen his younger sister paint, and he was afraid that she would scribble indiscriminately. This feast was attended by Chinese military officials, so it would be terrible if he was accused of teasing the emperor.

"Sister, why don't you let brother paint?" Linghu Huori asked in a low voice, "This is not for fun."

Linghu Shuiyue raised her head, squinted to see her brother's worry, and gave him a comforting smile, "Brother, don't worry! My sister wants to show this wonderful painting, so that these people can see it."

Linghu Huori saw a kind of confidence and calmness from his younger sister's shining eyes. Such a younger sister, dignified and peerless, actually exudes a faint demeanor of a detached king.

Slightly dazed, Linghu Huori subconsciously admired his sister's composure, nodded, and stood aside as a viewer of the painting.

Seeing her picking up the paintbrush, she has the demeanor of a master. She writes like a god, the lines are well-proportioned, and she draws freely. Although she can't be regarded as a proficient artist, she can be regarded as the skill of a senior painter.

Everyone thought they could watch Linghu brother and sister riding a tiger first, but they changed it to painting.

This Linghu Daqian has been stupid for so long, even if he is cured, this painting requires a lot of skill, without ten or eight years of skill, what kind of character can he draw?

Linghu Shuiyue smiled brightly, and wrote a detailed description. She drew a TV character she had seen in modern times, a fairy-tale character, a costumed character in a certain novel.

This person is immoral, holding a white Zen broom, purple robe, white eyebrows, white beard, standing proudly, purple clothes agitated.

Then, she drew a background for him, a background of ten miles of peach blossoms.

However, she was painting with great interest, but General Linghu and Linghu Huori who were standing beside her were thrilled while watching, dripping with cold sweat!

This younger sister has been insane for many years since she was a child. Now that she has drawn such a stunning masterpiece, how will she explain it later?

Linghu Shuiyue was eager to play for a while, and she didn't think too much, she quickly drew the last stroke, put down the pen, raised her face as if to receive a reward, and said: "Report to the emperor, I have finished the painting!"

"Bring it up for me to see!" The emperor was also thinking, could this daughter Linghu, who had been rumored to be crazy for many years, really know how to draw? Or another mad attack, doodling?

Unexpectedly, when the eunuch beside him presented the painting in front of the emperor, the emperor was shocked at a glance!

The person in this painting is really plump and handsome, with an immortal demeanor, like a person from outside the world! Although he is the Ninth Five-Year Venerable, he has never seen such a handsome person.

Obviously he has white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, but his face is as handsome as a boy's. The purple clothes are agitated, and his fairy posture is beautiful, like a god in the sky, which cannot be praised.