Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 52

Qing'er was looking for food like a hamster, without raising her head.

"Alright."

Zhao Wujiang had a warm smile on his face, he didn't use Qing'er's drawing paper, but sat directly beside Wu Meiniang.

The six arts of a gentleman have brought his painting skills to a certain level. He looked at the sunset mountain forest that Wu Meiniang was painting, but the brilliance of his technique was not good.

"Your Majesty, why don't you add another stroke to your place? Make the brush and ink thicker?"

Zhao Wujiang pointed to a piece of the canvas and said solemnly.

"Does Mr. Zhao know how to paint?" Wu Meiniang was puzzled and asked, "I don't know how to add this?"

"it's here."

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, handsome and unrestrained, he grabbed Wu Meiniang's hand holding the paintbrush, and it was as warm and smooth as jade.

Wu Meiniang's delicate body trembled, she felt ripples in her heart and her cheeks were hot.

She did not shake off Zhao Wujiang's hand.

The tip of Zhao Wujiang's nose was full of delicate fragrance. He grabbed Wu Meiniang's hand, and with his wrist, he took the animation pen.

"Day and night, the sky is bright and dark. At this moment, it is the afterglow of the setting sun, and when the forest is completely dyed, the empress is here to add a touch, and the effect of color stacking is better."

The stroke of the paintbrush is like a beautiful hand, and the finishing touch makes the light and shadow of the whole painting more three-dimensional.

Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes are bright, and her heartbeat speeds up quietly. She is amazed at the vividness of this painting at this moment, and even more amazed at Zhao Wujiang's erudition and versatility.

As she gets more in touch with Zhao Wujiang, the more she can feel the endless attraction of Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang let go of his hand, and said gently: "Your Majesty, you can try it yourself..."

Wu Meiniang hummed lightly, she stretched her fingers, feeling a little disappointed in her heart for some reason.

According to the method just now, she danced ink and wash on the canvas, and it was indeed much more lively.

Wu Meiniang was overjoyed and became more interested. She spread out a new canvas and decided to paint again.

"What scenery do you want to paint again, Madam?"

"Actually, I don't know..."

"How about painting me?"

"Your Majesty can't draw you!" Qing'er interjected from the side, "Master Zhao, you don't know that your Majesty only paints landscapes and flowers, and never paints for others."

But before she finished speaking.

"Alright, I will paint for Mr. Zhao today."

When Qing'er heard Wu Meiniang's answer, the pastries in her mouth didn't taste good anymore. She pouted her small mouth, feeling aggrieved:
"My lady, you didn't paint for Qing'er last time..."

Wu Meiniang's cheeks were pink, her eyes dodged, and she changed the subject: "Let's begin, Mr. Zhao, please sit down."

Eyes full of autumn water, shining with brilliance, Wu Meiniang draws with a brush.

In the painting, the young man stands under the sky, handsome as if riding an angry horse in fresh clothes.

……

Inside the city of Chang'an, the houses look like nothing else.

A mansion with a luxurious interior.

The middle-aged man with a splayed face and squinting eyes was standing aside and waiting for orders with a respectful expression.

"How about this piece of jade on my waist?"

The man in brocade clothes carried one hand on his back, and swayed slightly from side to side, looking at himself in the bronze mirror.

A piece of purple jade in the shape of a fish and dragon hangs around his waist.

Looking at the man in brocade clothes who looked as ugly as a roe rat in front of him, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and said flatteringly:

"The lord Fengshen Langyu, Yujue is just icing on the cake."

Although he knew it was flattery, the man in brocade clothes nodded in satisfaction:

"Very good, but remember, during the wedding banquet, remember to call me the master."

"Okay my lord, obey my lord." The middle-aged man with squinting eyes bowed.

The man in brocade clothes frowned, and he asked in a deep voice, "How are you preparing for the other thing?"

"Don't worry, my lord, Zhao's surname is only a seventh-rank warrior. This villain will not give him any chance. He can't do five moves in my hands. What's more, the villain has already planted people in the southeast of Chang'an, and he will never be alive." Leave Qujiang Garden!"

The man in brocade straightened his clothes, his eyes were full of fierce light:

"The old man doesn't like people offending me! Handle it cleanly."

"Yes!"

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(End of this chapter)