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

Qin Yaoguang looked up in surprise and looked at Yan Shiyan with mixed feelings.

Could it be that the power of the plot is really irresistible?

Will the five children embark on their own destinies one after another?

When seeing the sketches she drew, one can think of how to apply them to arrest warrants. Could it be that when Xiao Yan grows up, he will become a prison warden?

Yan Shiyan felt a little uneasy when she looked at him. He clasped his hands together and asked in a low voice, "Mother, did I ask the wrong question?"

"No."

Qin Yaoguang came to her senses and quickly denied: "Mother is just surprised that Brother Yan can think of such a practical place."

"Yes, using this method to draw a portrait will more accurately restore the wanted criminal's appearance."

She had seen the documents of maritime arrest, which were all covered with brush drawings.

I have tried to make the drawing as similar as possible, but due to the limitation of technique, it is certainly not as similar as a portrait sketch.

Yan Changqing suggested: "Why not gather all the portrait painters in the government office together and let Madam teach them this technique."

Oh yeah, why didn’t I think of that?

Qin Yaoguang suddenly understood.

She only wanted to introduce modern painting into the grand scene, but she didn't think that due to the characteristics of sketching, it is not only elegant but also a very practical technique.

"it is good."

She smiled and nodded: "I will tell the emperor when I enter the palace tomorrow."

Although it was a waste of talent to let the emperor arrange this matter, it was surprisingly legitimate.

The simplest, most brutal, most efficient and direct method.

After that, she patted Yan Shiyan on the shoulder and said, "Thanks to Brother Yan'er's reminder, I came up with this idea. Those who were killed by the bandits will be grateful to you."

Being praised by my mother!

A series of small bubbles of excitement emerged in Yan Shiyan's heart, and his eyes sparkled.

Even when he was happy, he was very reserved.

After another half an hour, the palace lanterns in everyone's hands were completed.

Except for the six lamps painted by Qin Yaoguang, each person's style is completely different and very personal.

The palace lanterns made by Yan Changqing had a regular structure. Because he had been making them for Qin Yaoguang, he only painted one in the end. All six scenes depicted the scenery of the border town.

More than ten years of life at the border accounted for almost half of his entire life.

It became the background color of his soul.

Yan Shouzhuo ruined two of them and ended up with only one finished product.

There was no painting on it, but all six sides were inscribed with his favorite poems or quotations from saints.

His handwriting, like himself, is simple and unskillful, like a heavy sword without an edge. It cannot be described as iron hook or silver hook, but its power can be seen through the paper.

Yan Yuanan made two lamps.

His finished product is perfectly smooth and there is nothing wrong with it.

One is painted with flowers and birds, the other is a landscape, both are good choices, and neither is too ostentatious.

But among the five children, he was the best at painting.

After all, they had only just started learning, and only Yan Yuanan had the spare energy to practice calligraphy and painting.

The banquet at Yanshi Banquet is very exquisite.

Qin Yaoguang also couldn't understand why the same material could become exquisite when it fell into Yan Shiyan's hands?

The silk he selected was of very plain color, with faint blue and silver patterns on the plain satin. Add to that the white space he deliberately left in the painting, and at first glance, the word "exquisite" is evident.

The patterns painted on Yan Jinyin's palace lanterns are as beautiful and charming as she herself.

Most of the patterns she painted were based on the patterns she often embroidered, such as butterfly patterns, diamond-shaped patterns, animal patterns, flower and bird patterns, crane patterns, and the three friends of winter.

The brushstrokes are gentle and graceful, and the patterns are exquisite.

The palace lanterns made by the four older children all looked very good, so Qin Yaoguang praised them one by one.

When it comes to Yan Jinyang, the style of painting changes drastically.

It would be more accurate to say that he is just playing rather than making a lantern.

He is the youngest and no one has any expectations of him.

Besides, getting together to make lanterns is mainly for fun, and there is no need to be as serious as in class.

He didn't make a single lamp in the end, so Yan Jinyin gave him the one he had made, and Yan Jinyang picked up his brush and started drawing a bunch of medicinal herbs on it.

I feel that six pictures are too few and I wish I could paint every nook and cranny.

Next to each medicinal herb, the corresponding name is written.

Qin Yaoguang held Yan Jinyang's palace lantern and looked around, feeling very relieved. Finally, she didn't have to worry about him writing nonsense in the prescriptions!

In just two months, he made rapid progress.

She smiled and asked, "Our Yang Ge'er, can he already recognize so many medicinal herbs?"

"of course!"

Yan Jinyang put his hands behind his back with a proud look on his face and raised his face: "But there are too few places to draw. I can't draw anything."

It's called complaining, but it's actually showing off.

To sum it up in two words - please praise me!

"So that's it."

Qin Yaoguang pretended to be enlightened and followed Yan Jinyang to attack the palace lanterns: "Mother also thinks it's too little, and it can't let our brother Yang finish it."

"Uh-huh!"

Yan Jinyang nodded vigorously.

His mother was so nice, she always stood by him!

"Then can you tell mother how many medicinal herbs you have learned?"

Yan Jinyang was waiting for this sentence. His eyes lit up immediately and he said crisply, "I have already read two medical books, and the master is teaching my son the third one."

Qin Yaoguang's eyes widened in surprise and he gave a thumbs up with both hands: "Yang Ge'er is really amazing!"

This time she was really surprised.

Yan Jinyang is not even six years old yet, and he is indeed gifted and not an ordinary child.

The crowd in Zhufeng Courtyard dispersed, and Qin Yaoguang took Yan Jinyin to Huamu Hall.

Yan Changqing followed the two quietly, his tall figure stretched out by the candlelight.

After watching them walk into the room, he took out the primrose-colored embroidered handkerchief from his arms, put it to his nose and took a deep breath of the remaining cool fragrance.

The next day, the entire capital city woke up early.

New Year’s Eve is not only a day for family reunions, but also a sad time for many poor families.

However, this year, many people who felt sad included the Xue family, who once lived a life of luxury.

More than one hundred people were imprisoned in the Dali Temple.

There was no hearing and no ruling.

It was as if this dark, cold prison, infested with rats and ants, with inedible food and being beaten and scolded at every turn, was their final destination.

Mrs. Xue was lying on the straw bed with dishevelled hair and dirty face, her eyes wide open, looking like a dead person.

You can't tell that she was once the Lady of Jiuqing, and she still can't tell the spirit that made her beat and scold Xue Qingkong the day she was arrested.

"Do you have anything else hidden?"

A member of the Xue family nudged her and said, "Today is New Year's Eve, we should at least have a good meal. If you have any, bring them out. I'll go find the jailer to exchange for wine and food."

Being pushed like this by her, Mrs. Xue became furious and said, "Get out!"

What kind of person dares to be so arrogant in front of her.

The woman sneered, "I thought you were Madam Xue? Wake up, just live one day at a time, don't think too much, if you have something good, just take it out."

It's already this time, and you're still acting like the lady of the house.

Mrs. Xue refused to comply and kicked her away.

The woman also became angry, and she got up from the ground and pounced on him, and the two of them started fighting.

At this moment, a scream was heard from the cell next door.

"what!"

The sound was so piercing that it could be heard throughout the prison.