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As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their heads in shock.

"Master Yu?"

However, Li Chengjiu just drooped his eyes and before he could see this person clearly, he saw Yu Shishuang standing up from the side and raised his hand to grab this person's arm.

Mr. Yu was slightly stunned.

Then I felt a pain in my scalp and my body was pulled up out of thin air.

The next second, everyone's eyes widened as they watched Yu Shishuang grab Mr. Yu's hair and throw him over his shoulder.

There was a loud bang.

The whole floor trembled three times.

Suddenly, there was silence in the room.

Everyone swallowed silently and subconsciously took a step back.

However, Yu Shishuang clapped her hands, then turned around and nodded gently, smiling:

"Your Majesty is laughing, my brother has a brain disease, you don't want to get along with him."

"Well……"

Li Chengjiu was speechless.

This girl is good at both civil and military skills.

But just as he was about to say it was okay, he saw Mr. Yu who was lying on the ground making a sound and trying to get up. However, Yu Shi raised his eyebrows and kicked him up, then glared fiercely. Mr. Yu didn't even dare to fart.

He lay back down obediently.

"Well……"

Speechless again.

Everyone took a step back again.

They say you should hit your younger brother as early as possible, but it seems that the Yu family has gone the other way.

Li Chengjiu also swallowed his saliva, then carefully tilted his head towards Zhang Muxue and asked in a low voice:

"What kind of family are they?"

Zhang Muxue chuckled, and when Yu Shishuang turned her gaze towards her, he also glared at her fiercely.

Yu Shishuang stuck out her tongue, but Zhang Muxue didn't need to explain, she stepped forward and said:

"Going back to your lord, my father Yu Chenghai is the general of Dingyuan in southern Xinjiang. My eldest brother Yu Shirui serves as a seventh-grade captain under my father. The one on the ground is my younger brother Yu Shicheng. He has a brain problem."

Li Chengjiu was horrified when he heard this.

After searching the memory of the former host, he asked with some uncertainty:

"Then what is the relationship between Captain Yu Zhongyi and you?"

Upon hearing this name, Yu Shishuang's expression visibly softened, and then she said, "That's my little girl's grandfather."

Li Chengjiu suddenly realized.

Unexpectedly, a loyal and good general from the Yu clan was guarding southern Xinjiang.

Damn it.

Is my dad asking people to look at me?

Suddenly she felt a chill running down her spine, but Yu Shishuang didn't know what the prince was thinking. Otherwise, she really wanted to say: "Your Majesty, you are overthinking..."

A simple interlude made Shen He dare not speak out for a long time.

Looking at Yu Shishuang, she was a little surprised.

In fact, he was able to come to Southern Xinjiang because he was called here by Yu Shicheng.

Originally, I fell in love with Yu Shishuang when I first met her, thinking that it was time for me to start a family since my eldest son was older than me.

Moreover, after Yu Shishuang became a loyal general, the old man had not yet been disbanded and returned to his fields, but was still serving as an official in the court. If he could marry her back, his status in the family would surely rise.

But now it seems that saving one's life is more important.

Finally, the atmosphere in the room relaxed.

Everyone turned their attention to Li Chengjiu again.

After all, Yu Shicheng had just said what everyone was thinking. Although he had stopped eating, he still wanted to see how the prince would deal with it.

Li Chengjiu first glanced sideways at Shen He.

Then he snorted and asked, "Do you really want to see how I paint?"

Chen He pondered for a moment, and finally nodded firmly.

"Please give me some advice, Your Majesty."

Of course, he didn't do this willingly, he still wanted to see how you, the rogue King of Jiang, would slap him in the face.

Li Chengjiu chuckled.

Fu Chen pinched the corner of the rice paper.

Shaking his head, he turned to Zhang Muxue and said, "Do you have any charcoal pencils here?"

I have seen this thing in the Ershan family. Many ancient craftsmen would use this thing as a marker.

Zhang Muxue shook her head, but turned around and asked the waiter to find some charcoal and come back.

There are many shops around, so it is not difficult to find a few charcoal pencils.

In just one stick of incense, the waiter brought seven or eight small black sticks of different lengths and brought them to the prince.

Li Chengjiu randomly picked up one and rubbed it in his hands.

It's okay, just usable.

"By the way, who is the shopkeeper here?", he turned around and asked.

After hearing this, Zhang Muxue replied: "Go back to your lord, this is my little girl."

"Oh," Li Chengjiu responded, then pointed to a white wall and said, "Can I paint on this wall? If the painting is damaged, I will restore it for you."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Painting on the wall?

My lord, are you serious?

However, Zhang Muxue smiled sweetly and said, "Your Majesty, if you please, I will definitely leave this masterpiece for the pavilion."

"Oh, are you so confident about me? Are you really afraid that I will ruin the painting?"

"What's the problem? It comes from the hands of the prince, it must be the best."

Hey, this little mouth is so sweet.

Li Chengjiu smacked his lips, "Okay, come here."

"Huh?" Zhang Muxue said quietly.

Seeing that the prince didn't explain anything, he walked straight towards the white wall. He thought he was going to help him, so he hesitated for a moment and then followed him.

However, Li Chengjiu chose a seat and found a chair for her to sit on.

Zhang Muxue was surprised, "Does the prince want to paint himself?"

I muttered in my heart, and my cheeks naturally blushed.

Looking at the prince again, I saw that he took a deep breath, raised the charcoal pencil in his hand and drew a circle on the wall.

Everyone moved forward, looking at the circle with confusion.

"What is your prince trying to draw? Why can't I understand it?"

"I don't know, huh? Why did you draw a cross in the circle?"

"I'm drawing the bottom again. What's the point of drawing a straight line at the bottom of the wall?"

"Your Majesty, aren't you just scribbling?"

"I really didn't see it at all."

"..."

Everyone was talking in low voices, but Li Chengjiu remained unmoved. His expression was solemn, as if he had entered a certain state, and the charcoal pen in his hand was flying around without any interruption.

Soon, a lot of messy lines appeared on a pure white wall, with no rules at all.

This made everyone look confused again.

Prince, what does this mean?

Are you kidding us?

Shen He was a little confused at first, but after looking at it a few more times, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

He sneered in his heart, "Humph, I have studied art for many years, but I have never seen anyone painting like this."

Traditional Chinese painting is all about artistic conception. The mind moves with the strokes, and each stroke must be completed in one go, just right, and the strokes must be lifted and relaxed freely.

And let’s look at Wang Ye’s method.

One stroke on the left and one stroke on the right are not as good as the drawings made by peeing in the snow when I was a child.

Doesn’t this just paint a picture of loneliness?

Hum, Prince of Xinjiang Laojiu, I am just waiting for you to laugh at me, hahahahaha.

Thinking of this, Shen He raised his head again, his original unhappy mood was swept away, as if he had already seen the result and was waiting for the King of Jiang to be embarrassed.

Of course, although everyone's slander and comments were not loud, they could still reach Li Chengjiu's ears.

But Li Chengjiu is too lazy to care about these things. Only when the draft is finished in proportion can the real creation begin.

Want to ask him what he painted?

Sketch? No.

Freehand? No.

Abstract? Not even that.

After all, pure sketches are too realistic and tough, and are not suitable for the decorative style of Chinese tea pavilions.

And freehand notebooks are what these people are good at, and there is no point in drawing them.

Of course, let alone abstract, no one can understand it.

So he thought about it again and again, and finally decided that it would be better to just make a cartoon, a portrait cartoon with pure Chinese style and ancient charm.

Since the store belongs to Zhang Muxue, let’s draw her.

Li Chengjiu also became interested and entered an immersive creative state as he painted.

Like an explosion of inspiration, there is no sound in my ears and only charcoal in my eyes.

One stroke after another, every stroke is in place.

As time went by, the composition of the entire picture soon appeared in everyone's eyes.

It wasn't until he started detailing the characters' facial features that everyone suddenly took a breath.

this……

What genre is it?!!!