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There was silence on the third floor of the tea pavilion, and no words could be heard except for the beating of the heart one after another.

Li Chengjiu is still immersed in this long-lost creation. He glances at Zhang Muxue from time to time, or arranges the lines closely, or stands farther away to adjust the proportions.

From the whole to the part, from shadow to highlight.

From the material outline of hairpins and other things on the temples, to the transition between light and dark between flush light and backlight.

From the undulations of the folds of the clothes, to the before and after relationships of various details on the painting.

Even the embroidery patterns on the clothes were vividly painted by him.

Zhang Muxue was the closest, but due to the angle, she couldn't see clearly.

However, others are different.

As the picture took shape little by little, everyone's eyes widened.

"This...it turns out that the painting is really Miss Muxue, it seems."

"Did you just see it? I saw it as soon as the prince drew his eyes."

"Yeah, don't you feel like the people in this painting are alive?"

"I know, it's a shadow. This sideways shadow is completely facing the window."

"Really, is this a brand new painting technique?"

"Your Majesty is so amazing, even the hair strands are outlined one by one, so delicately."

"It's so similar. I've never seen such a realistic painting."

"..."

Gradually, the discussion started again, but everyone kept their voices down as much as possible for fear of disturbing the prince.

Xiao Wan's heartbeat quickened, and she brushed her little hand on her chest, feeling that even the back of the man in front of her was emitting an extremely dazzling light.

And why aren’t other women like this?

A flash of light flashed in Xiaozhu's eyes. I don't know when the prince changed. He became taller and taller, and he felt more and more secure.

That uneducated and unskilled rogue Prince Jiang must be the result of other people's misunderstanding of the prince, and they are short-sighted.

Yu Shishuang, Zhu Lian'er's throat moved slightly, her eyes full of admiration.

There was also Xiaocui, her expression was the same as everyone else's, but when she glanced at Jia Youcai next to her from the corner of her eye, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

However, the one who is most troubled in my heart is Zheng Xiaoqian.

She stared blankly at the prince's back, an indescribable emotion welling up in her heart again.

Ever since she was rescued, the balance in her heart had tilted.

Finally, Li Chengjiu's movements gradually slowed down.

I got some rice paper and piled it into a ball, and started rubbing it in different places, and from time to time I made touch-ups in different places without any order.

Until finally, he secretly took out a piece of rubber from the inner pocket of his down jacket.

Then he carefully rubbed a highlight on the character's eyes.

The finishing touch.

Put away the pen and finish.

Dayun's first half-shadow portrait cartoon was born in a teahouse somewhere in southern Xinjiang.

For such a historic moment, Lee Seung-koo must leave his name.

Then, he directly drew a ghost symbol in the lower right corner of the screen.

Well, no one can understand it, not even himself.

This is how celebrities sign their names anyway, just show off.

He clapped his hands, put the few charcoal pens left in his hands on the desk, and then took a long breath.

I have to say, my arms are really tired.

Seeing that the prince had put away his pen, Zhang Muxue hurriedly stood up and twisted his waist. His legs and feet were a little numb, but he still couldn't wait to run to the crowd and look at the paintings on the wall.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. When you look at it, you immediately cover your mouth with your hands and your eyes are full of disbelief.

this is me?

I was born so beautiful?

How come I didn’t know it was so beautiful?

In the picture, she is holding a tea cup in her hand, smiling at everyone with lively eyes.

The skirt of her clothes moved automatically without wind, the sandalwood on the stage rose in curls, a wisp of green smoke drifted by, and the wintersweet blooming behind her made her even more charming.

Zhang Muxue was breathing rapidly, as if an extremely unreal sense of surprise was exploding in her head. She was somewhat deprived of oxygen and almost fell down before she could stand still.

Fortunately, Yu Shishuang supported him.

At this point, everyone present had their mouths slightly open, and they still had not recovered from the shock.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, their eyes no longer able to take half an inch away from the wall.

Especially Shenhe.

At this time, his mind was buzzing, and countless flashes of lightning exploded in his mind without restraint.

In comparison, if you look at your picture of roaring tigers in the mountains and forests, it looks like shit.

You rogue king of Xinjiang pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, bullying others!

I just feel like my heart is broken, and it looks like dumpling stuffing.

But at this moment, his vision suddenly went dark. He raised his eyes and saw that the King of Jiang had already arrived in front of him.

He subconsciously took half a step back, but heard the prince chuckle and say:

"I wonder if this painting of mine still appeals to your eyes?"

After saying this, Li Chengjiu squinted his eyes and stared at him.

Chen He was a little dazed.

But after being a dandy for so many years, how could he give in so easily?

After calming down a little, he cupped his fists and said:

"The prince is very skilled in painting, and I admire him for it. This kind of technique is definitely done by the top painters in southern Xinjiang. Even in Kyoto, it is hard to beat him. The ancestor of the family, Shen Zhengfeng, is a royal painter. If you are lucky enough to get to know the prince in the future, , will definitely become artistic friends.”

Oh, this painting method has evolved through continuous improvement and improvement after thousands of years of human development.

Is it difficult for you to do anything except in Kyoto?

Also, what do you mean by moving out those old bones from your house?

Isn't your grandfather just made a royal painter? What's the matter? Using family orthodoxy to set off this king's unpopularity?

Really, self-righteous fools like you are indispensable everywhere.

Li Chengjiu sneered.

Then he turned sideways and gave up half of his body, calming down his anger and saying calmly:

"Mr. Shen is so exalted. I usually just paint randomly and am not a good person. Since Mr. Shen comes from a famous painting family and has an orthodox status, you might as well show me how to improve this painting."

"Well……"

Shen He was speechless after saying one sentence.

I don’t even know which genre your style comes from, what do you want me to say?

I thought so in my heart, but my expression still forced me to make a deep "hiss" sound, and I rolled my eyes back and forth twice before saying:

"If the prince can paint this with color, then this painting will definitely reach a higher level."

Li Chengjiu rubbed his wrist after hearing this.

"Forget about coloring, my hands hurt. After all, I only painted a semi-finished product. Sometimes imperfect beauty is also a kind of beauty."

Shen He's heart is full of love.

Then let me tell you?

How about playing?

Of course, it’s not that Li Chengjiu doesn’t want to paint. Although the pigments in this era are not that comprehensive, for an art student, just giving him a set of three primary colors can still make the painting colorful.

But today I just went out for fun.

It's just for fun, so how can you waste your free time with such a contemptuous guy?

Besides, he is also a prince after all.

If you ask me to color it, I will color it?

Feeling uncomfortable?

It is not advisable to kill during the Chinese New Year. Li Chengjiu is very satisfied that he still maintains his original intention and remains kind.

So I won’t beat him today.

Smiling softly, he seemed to have thought of something again, and then said to Zhang Muxue: "If you agree to this month, why don't I, the king, offer the first words?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Wan, Xiao Zhu, Zhu Lian'er and Yu Shi's eyes suddenly lit up.

These women have all seen the prince's writing style.

Without waiting for Zhang Muxue's reply, Yu Shishuang hurriedly replaced the paper on the desk, while Zhu Lian'er returned to her old business and continued grinding. Xiao Wan was not to be outdone, she had already picked up the pen and looked at His Highness King Jiang expectantly.

Li Chengjiu smiled and shook his head.

In the end, I still stood with my hands behind my back, which brought a perfect end to this Yuanyuan Festival.

[The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night.

It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.

BMW's carved car fills the road with fragrance.

The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night long.

Moth snow willow golden strands.

The laughter is full of fragrance.

People look for him thousands of Baidu.

Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place.]

The song "The Green Jade Case - Yuan Xi" came out in response.

In line with the lively scene of this Yuan Festival, there are fireworks, the roads are full of luxury cars, the sound of phoenix flutes, the bright moon in jade pots, the spread of laughter, and the fragrance of beauties.

Especially that last sentence.

Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.

Zhang Muxue listened to the prince singing softly and looked at herself on the wall with a blank expression, as picturesque as words.

Could it be...

Is this the lyrics the prince wrote for me?

Finished.

Another fucking misunderstanding.