Master, Stop Painting, My Legs Are Weak.

Lu Yu traveled through ancient dynasties and became a famous painter in the capital. The empress summoned him to the imperial court with an edict and ordered him to draw a map of mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. But when the painting was finished and presented, the empress didn't comment on the scroll. She just looked at him and asked a question: "The country is easy to paint, but the old master is difficult to imitate." "Painter Lu, although you have painted everything in the world, can you again paint that little girl who was grinding for you by the river?" PS: harem stories, low martial arts, Jianghu, cool stories