I Will Leave Junlinyuan 1

On the other side of the team, Master Wang frowned deeply. Could it be that... Duanmu can really draw it? This can't be done!

Master Wang frowned, his eyes fixed on Master Duanmu, for fear that he would really draw it.

On the contrary, it was Feng Wu, she was very calm from beginning to end.

Master Duanmu was indeed painting very quickly in front of him, huh huh huh, and his paintings flew up.

Until the seventh, his speed began to slow down.

Because of the next inscription, he seems to understand a little bit.

When he drew the eighth picture, he had a headache.

Master Duanmu subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Emperor Junwu

At this moment, His Royal Highness, who is sitting high in the position, has a face like water, his eyes are like cold blades, and he doesn't know who is provoking him and wants to kill...

Master Duanmu touched his head with a guilty conscience. Could it be himself?

But... anyway, there is no one present who understands the inscriptions better than him. It's not just how he wants to draw and how to draw it?

So starting from the eighth picture, what Master Duanmu drew was somewhat different from the original manuscript before Feng Wu.

When it comes to the ninth picture... he can't even make it up himself.

But bite the bullet and draw until the fifteenth.

After all the drawings were finished, Master Duanmu was sweating all over his forehead. This fake is not so easy to make.

Master Duanmu put down the pen, dried the ink, and presented the design drawings with both hands.

"His Royal Highness, this is the design drawing of the flying fighter."

Master Duanmu said seriously, "This old man's decades of hard work are all in these fifteen pictures, please take a look at it, Your Highness."

Jun Linyuan stared at him with deep eyes, no one knew what their Highness was thinking.

Master Duanmu was a little guilty. He lowered his head and secretly looked up at Jun Linyuan.

With just one glance, Master Duanmu felt like a knife had been stabbed in his heart!

He didn't dare to look at Jun Linyuan anymore, and quickly lowered his head to avoid the terrifying stare of Wang Zhi.

Butler Feng came down and presented the manuscript to Jun Linyuan.

His Royal Highness frowned and took out the drawings to look at one by one.

He looked carefully, staring at the inscriptions one by one.

First page, second page, third page...

Master Duanmu thought to himself, His Highness doesn't understand the inscription, he must not understand it. He must be pretending to look at it so seriously now, right? Yes, it must be so...

"What happened to the seventh sheet?"

Just as Master Duanmu was building his own mind, a question from Wang Zhi came from above his head.

Master Duanmu's heart suddenly trembled!

If it's the other pages, it doesn't matter, why is it the seventh page? !

Master Duanmu didn't understand it from the seventh page.

His research on the inscriptions only reached the level of the seventh page, and the next eight pages...

Jun Linyuan stared at Master Duanmu without speaking.

Everyone's eyes fell on Master Duanmu, is there any problem?

Master Duanmu, "The seventh page starts... The inscription is a bit difficult. I'm afraid His Royal Highness... can't understand it?"

Unexpectedly, Jun Linyuan glanced at Master Duanmu and sneered.

He didn't speak, and continued to scroll back.

Page 8, page 9, page 10... all the way to page 15.

Jun Linyuan looked at it carefully, not letting go of every inscription. In the end, he gathered all the fifteen drawings and put them on the table in front of him. Those dark eyes stared at Master Duanmu, glaring at him.

Master Duanmu felt a little guilty.

Your Highness...I shouldn't read...get it?