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

Qin Yaoguang nodded: "First practice sketching portraits, then practice coloring."

"Good good!"

The emperor's eyes sparkled: "Tell me quickly." He didn't feel that he would feel burdened if he talked too much.

Is this genius?

Talent plus passion from the heart.

Qin Yaoguang looked at him for a long while before unfolding a new piece of drawing paper and starting to explain portrait painting techniques to him from the beginning.

Portrait and still life are completely different concepts.

In terms of painting content, the most difficult thing is to draw well.

The reason is that people are most familiar with people. They see people when they open their eyes every day and they see people before they go to bed.

The result of being too familiar is that even someone who knows nothing about painting can tell whether a portrait is correct.

However, the emperor was a master of calligraphy and painting after all, and he loved all beautiful things. He had painted countless pictures of ladies.

Although I have not systematically learned some knowledge points such as the three-section and five-eyes and the head-to-body ratio, but I have a solid foundation and I can understand it quickly.

What Qin Yaoguang said was like discovering a new world to the emperor. He was so excited that he could not sit still and walked around his desk in circles.

Only in this way can you vent the happiness in your heart.

As soon as Qin Yaoguang finished speaking, he immediately picked up his brush and started painting.

"Sister, sit there and don't move!"

The emperor gestured with his hands and said, "I'll draw one right away!"

He even forgot to call himself "I".

Qin Yaoguang has become accustomed to his talent in painting.

Well, anyway, she has taught her apprentice to starve herself to death.

She walked to the chair and sat down, she simply let herself go and recalled the excitement she felt when she received the admission letter from the Academy of Fine Arts.

In middle school, she was the one with the best talent in art.

From teachers to parents, everyone praised her work.

It was not until she entered the Academy of Fine Arts that she realized that everyone here was an outstanding talent. With her talent, she was only able to rank in the middle, if not at the bottom.

How could she admit defeat?

The Emperor of Liver and the Queen of Volume, it's definitely her.

It’s not until the end that you realize that people who are more talented than you work just as hard as you.

"The painting is done!"

The emperor's voice brought her back to reality: "Sister, come and take a look."

The degree of completion of his painting is not high, but it has excellent charm and every line is structurally sound.

Qin Yaoguang was surprised to find that in this painting, the emperor incorporated the perspective she had talked about before.

With just a few simple lines, the palace behind her was drawn.

A floor-standing candlestick, a close-up.

The figure sits between the two, dignified and elegant.

He even drew the wrinkles in the fabric and the shadows in the dark areas, incorporating what he had learned from painting still lifes into this portrait.

What is talent!

Well, I got crushed again.

Qin Yaoguang admired from the bottom of his heart: "Your Majesty, your attainments in calligraphy and painting are beyond my reach."

The emperor spoke modestly again and again.

However, his whole face was filled with satisfaction, and he looked even prouder than a peacock spreading its tail.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness the Princess, the banquet is about to begin."

The eunuch came on the orders of the Empress Dowager to ask the two to go back.

"What kind of banquet is this? It's boring."

The emperor muttered to himself: "It's not like I haven't had my meal yet. I just want to paint here..."

I have just learned a new technique and it’s time to show off my skills.

According to the emperor, he wanted to stay here and would not leave no matter who asked him to.

He could paint all day!

With a long sigh, he thought to himself: It's so boring to be an emperor. I don't even have freedom.

But he just thought about it and didn't dare to say it out loud.

In the main hall, Empress Xie had already gritted her teeth and almost lost control of her emotions.

If it weren't for her status as the mother of the country, she would have taken people to the side hall to question the emperor, asking him whether he still cared about her, the queen, on this important day!

If it was any other concubine, it would be fine.

But that person was the eldest princess, so she could only swallow her anger and couldn't even ask any questions.

The emperor was completely unaware of this. He sat down next to her and put the scroll in her arms: "Queen, look, I just drew this."

His action surprised Empress Xie.

The unhappiness that had just been put aside by the emperor immediately receded, and a sweet feeling rose in his heart.

He still thinks about me.

The first painting I just finished is shown to myself.

However, when she slowly unfolded the painting, a smile froze on the corner of her mouth.

The person in the painting is actually Le Yang!

As the carefully nurtured daughter of the Xie family, Empress Xie could tell at a glance that the techniques used in the painting were the same as those in "Eight Immortals Celebrating a Birthday".

But what bothered her was that this was the first time the emperor tried to use the new technique to paint a figure, and the protagonist was not himself.

Empress Xie thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Your Majesty's painting is so lifelike, could you teach me how to paint?"

Her words touched the emperor's sore spot.

He was very clear about Empress Xie's level of calligraphy and painting, and the two of them could sit together and talk about the past and present.

The emperor was delighted and agreed immediately: "It is better to do it today than to wait for a day. Why don't you ask the Queen to have someone in Fengyang Palace prepare the Leyang paper, pen and painting album so that we can stay up together tonight."

"it is good."

There was a gleam in Empress Xie's eyes, making her not-so-remarkable facial features appear more lively and beautiful.

Qin Yaoguang took a sip of tea and put down the cup.

Empress Xie was so angry before, but the emperor calmed her down with just a few words.

It has to be said that her emperor brother has something called "great wisdom yet appears foolish".

Everyone knows his abilities and character, and no one will get angry with him seriously.

Isn’t this a kind of ability?

Soon, everyone on the stage retreated and the palace banquet officially began.

The emperor raised his glass and the ceremonial officer from the Honglu Temple read out prayers, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

After lunch, it was time for the concubines to show their talents.

Qin Yaoguang discovered that the survival skills of the women in the harem were perfect, and their singing and dancing performances were much better than those of the Spring Festival Gala.

The most outstanding one among them is the newly-conferred Yue Fei this year.

In a Hu Xuan dance, her graceful and light figure like a swallow attracted the attention of the whole audience.

It's not just because of her exotic style, her dance steps are flying, sometimes fast as the wind, sometimes slow as poetry.

When the music stopped, the hem of Yue Fei's skirt fluttered, like a flower blooming in the center of the stage, and her whole body radiated a dazzling glow.

"it is good!"

The emperor stood up and cheered, leading the applause.

The audience burst into applause.

The emperor personally stepped forward and walked to the side of the stage to welcome her down.

Empress Xie maintained her composure and ordered people to deliver rewards.

Qin Yaoguang felt that she was about to explode with anger.

I'm so angry, but I still have to keep smiling.

After that, there was a dinner.

Throughout the whole day, she not only has to put on makeup according to her rank, but also has to maintain the demeanor of a princess.

When it was time to leave the palace at night, Qin Yaoguang was so tired after getting into the carriage that she didn't want to talk. She leaned lazily on the big pillow and let Guyu take off her heavy headdress.

The door curtain moved and Yan Changqing came in.