After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Yan Shiyan took the palace lantern stand from Qin Yaoguang's hand, removed the carved wooden pieces that she had assembled incorrectly, reassembled them, and handed them to her.

Qin Yaoguang's face was filled with black lines.

Uh……

Well, even something as simple as assembling it cannot be done.

She said something to herself in her heart, and followed Yan Shiyan's correct instructions to insert the remaining pieces.

The facade is completed and the bottom and top surfaces are installed.

A quarter of an hour later.

Qin Yaoguang held the bamboo stick in his hand and began to feel troubled again.

worry.

Why is the sample so simple and neat, with not a single extra bamboo stick visible?

When it came to her, not only were the bamboo sticks crisscrossed in the palace lantern, but she still had several sticks left in her hand.

This structure is wrong at first glance.

Once you light the candle, you're afraid it will burn.

She glanced at Yan Changqing opposite her and saw that his fingers were long and strong, and his movements were nimble and agile.

The palace lantern seemed to have life in his hands and was particularly obedient.

Qin Yaoguang only looked at it for a short while before it was completely assembled. Every turn fit perfectly without any flaws.

In front of him, there were three palace lanterns with complete skeletons.

Noticing Qin Yaoguang's gaze, Yan Changqing smiled slightly, put the fourth lamp he had just made together with the previous three, stood up and pushed them in front of Qin Yaoguang.

He then took away the palace lantern in front of her, which had been made of bamboo sticks in a mess.

Qin Yaoguang felt a little embarrassed.

It seemed that she could no longer hide the fact that she was not good at handicrafts.

Looking around, Yan Jinyin had already pasted silk on the palace lanterns and was mixing colors to prepare for painting.

Yan Shouzhuo was scraping up a lump of paste with a wooden spoon, and the frame of the palace lantern in his hand was fully assembled.

Yan Yuanan’s process is the same as Yan Changqing’s. He assembles the skeleton first and then pastes the silk.

What he was doing in front of him was the second lamp.

Yan Shiyan, who was sitting next to her, completed the work quickly and well. Not only did he assemble all the carved wood pieces and bamboo strips, he also carefully pasted the silk and placed the candlestick in the center.

In front of Yan Shiyan, there were two complete palace lanterns.

Qin Yaoguang looked at it for a while and found that this level of handicraft was like a piece of cake for Yan Shiyan.

too easy.

I knew he was good at handicrafts, but I didn't expect him to be so good.

Okay, I'm the only loser.

Qin Yaoguang was just about to accept her fate when she heard Yan Jinyang's voice, sounding quite distressed.

"Fourth sister, why can't this be installed?"

He has tried it several times, clearly following the method taught by his fourth sister, so why doesn't it work?

Yan Jinyin put down the paintbrush in his hand and patiently taught again.

Qin Yaoguang looked carefully and found that the palace lantern in Yan Jinyang's hand was much behind hers. There were only a few pieces left and it looked like a mess.

This discovery made her secretly happy.

Then he realized: Qin Yaoguang, Qin Yaoguang, you are really successful. Among so many people, you can only beat a five-year-old child.

Her rich psychological activities make her face vivid and lively.

All of it fell into Yan Changqing's eyes.

He found that it was better to sit opposite her so that he could look at her over the material in between without being noticed.

After looking at everyone's progress, Qin Yaoguang took a piece of silver-red translucent silk and pasted it on the palace lantern.

There is no way you can go wrong with this step.

Although the paste is not applied evenly, it is not noticeable unless you look carefully, so it is not a big deal.

While pasting, Qin Yaoguang thought that it seemed that the original owner was not good at handicrafts either.

The book only said that the original owner's attainments in music, chess, calligraphy and painting were better than those of other royal women of the same age, and she also learned the skills of archery and horse riding, which she later abandoned.

But not a single word was written about the eldest princess doing needlework.

Qin Yaoguang knew that she had the muscle memory of the original owner.

For example, she, who had never written calligraphy before, could write beautiful and elegant characters as soon as she picked up the brush.

For example, in modern times, she mainly studied Western art based on sketching, and only had some exposure to Chinese painting and did not study it much.

But she was able to complete a traditional Chinese painting that is simple, elegant and poetic.

These skills are the precious treasures left to her by the original owner.

With her calligraphy and painting works in exactly the same style, no one doubted her no matter how much she changed.

On ordinary days, there is no need for Qin Yaoguang to do anything personally.

Therefore, it was not until today that she realized that the original owner was just like her, not good at handicrafts.

The hands that can pick up a pen to paint, draw a bow and shoot an arrow cannot do needlework.

She was thinking aimlessly, and inappropriately thought of the dream of consummating her marriage with Yan Changqing.

Everything seems to be experienced in person.

hateful.

Since you will remember it sooner or later, why can't you remember it all at once?

She had an extremely absurd guess in her mind, but it could not be confirmed or disproven.

It’s so painful to have to keep it all in my heart!

This is more painful than reading a storybook halfway through but having no ending.

She was thinking about something and didn't want to think about what to paint to best suit the palace lantern.

Looking at Yan Changqing who was sitting opposite her, she held the paintbrush, dipped it in pure white paint, and with a few strokes, she sketched out a five-headed Q-version man.

For her, it was the easiest.

Thanks to more than ten years of training and a real model sitting in front of her, she only needed to simplify.

Even the colors of the clothes are ready-made and there is no need to think about them.

The palace lantern has six sides, and she painted a Q version of Yan Changqing on each side.

The first one completed was Yan Changqing sitting and assembling palace lanterns; the second was the scene when she just stepped into the courtyard and saw him swinging on the swing with Yan Jinyang in his arms.

Next, there is the day when he just returned to Beijing, he was standing in the Xining Palace wearing armor; and there was also him standing in front of the White Elephant Temple with a sword and an old bamboo hat...

The six scenes were quickly put together.

After finishing the painting, Qin Yaoguang realized that Yan Changqing had left so many traces in her heart without her realizing it?

Among them, there are some that she has not drawn.

For example, he was ruthless in silencing the witness even though he was seriously injured in the cave, and he was gentle in the lamplight tower that day.

I can’t think about it too much and I dare not recall it.

Qin Yaoguang quickly stopped the image that appeared in her mind, pushed the painted palace lantern back in front of Yan Changqing, and looked at him with a smile.

Wait for praise.

Yan Changqing stopped what he was doing and held up the palace lantern with both hands.

The more he looked, the more relaxed his brows became.

Madam, I am in your heart!

He was almost beaming.

If someone else showed this expression, it would inevitably make people feel frivolous or even frivolous.

But he is Yan Changqing.

His facial features looked particularly deep and three-dimensional under the light, while the joy from his heart softened his handsome and tough outlines.

Especially the pair of black eyes, which seemed to be soaked in clear water, so bright that people dare not look directly at them.

Qin Yaoguang held her chin up and looked at him, a faint pink color on her cheeks.

"Thank you ma'am."

Yan Changqing looked up at her and spoke in a low voice.

It seemed as if he didn't want anyone else to hear, and the few short words he uttered created a sense of privacy between the two of them.