Qing Dynasty: Pampering The Queen

Mu Jin was so angry that she held back her stomach.

She is not a professional painter, and she doesn't want to be a professional painter. She is just killing time, killing time. Isn't this master a bit too competitive?

There is no one who can draw real fire when a couple of you and me draw together.

"Don't draw, don't draw!" Mu Jin flicked the brush in his hand angrily, and threw it on the drawing paper. The orchid on the drawing paper was immediately smeared with a large cloud of black ink, and it became invalid in an instant.

It was too late when the fourth master wanted to stop him, so he couldn't help but frowned and scolded, hating iron for being weak: "You--that's outrageous! Why are you so impatient? Look, it's just the last few strokes, right now We have to do it all over again."

Re-do it again?

Mu Jin's eyes widened, who the hell said she was going to do it all over again?

Mu Jin glared at the fourth master a little annoyed, with an angry face on her pretty face: "Slave, don't draw anymore! Master, come back on your own!"

"No," Fourth Master flatly denied her without even thinking about it: "Jin'er, you have to be patient. It's just painting, calm down, stroke by stroke, and start with concentration. After a long time of practice, you will naturally gain something. Wait for you Once the skill is completed, you can appreciate the fun and flavor of it, and you will know that all the hard work and persistence are worthwhile, come on, continue.”

Fourth Master stuffed the brush into her hand.

From his gaze, she actually "appreciated" how much—encouragement?

Mu Jin: ""

I don't want to appreciate this kind of fun and flavor, okay?

Why do you have to go against me? People are hard to tear down!

Mu Jin, Mu Jin confessed.

She dared to flick the pen once, but she didn't dare to flick it again.

She didn't know how many people dared to lose their temper in front of fourth master without offending him.

Gritting her teeth and starting again, she swore secretly in her heart, tonight—no, tomorrow, as soon as he leaves tomorrow, she will ask someone to put away the ink, paper and inkstone, and never want it even if she is free to count ants What to mention to paint to relieve boredom.

Mu Jin suddenly raised her head to look at Fourth Master, full of hope, and smiled coquettishly: "Master, can you hold the slave's hand and teach the slave, okay, the slave is not very good at it."

The fourth master glanced at her, and said coolly: "How can you learn it by yourself while holding your hand? Come on your own, and the master will guide you, don't be lazy, be careful. If you don't pay attention, you will never be able to draw well!"

Mu Jin: ""Do you want to be so serious?

Fourth master: How many people want to ask the master for advice, but they don't care about it, and they don't care about it at all.

Being ruthlessly rejected by Fourth Master, and unable to escape, Mu Jin had no choice but to accept her fate.

I don't know how many pictures I drew and how many times I was rejected by the fourth master. All in all, this afternoon has passed like this.

When fourth master finally reluctantly nodded and said "That's all right!" with a look of disgust, Mu Jin almost burst into tears.

As soon as he put down the pen, he flung himself into the fourth master's arms and acted pitifully: "Master, this servant's hands are so sore that I can't lift it up! Master, please spare this servant, I can't do it anymore!"

The fourth master was distracted, looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, he subconsciously remembered that she was begging for mercy in the same way in the boudoir, and he was a little distracted, how could he have the heart to ask her to continue painting?

He patted her on the back lightly and smiled lightly: "Okay, I won't draw anymore, let's stop here for today. I'll practice by myself tomorrow when I have time."

"Yes, yes, master!" Mu Jin agreed with a smile.