【Comprehensive Anime】Gender-swapped Tomie is a popular figure

The imperial painter looked at the painting hanging next to him again and again, feeling frustrated.

Even when I discovered Kawakami's Adam's apple while drawing her, it wasn't as bad as it is now.

So what if I'm a man? What can a small person like me say?

No.

Princess Kawakami's painting skills are so high that we can't even wait to admire him. He must have his own reasons for doing so, and he is absolutely right.

The imperial painter thought and continued his painting.

The most important thing for him now should be to improve his skills. He has a new pursuit, which is to draw the face of Princess Kawakami.

The biggest difficulty now is: how should he draw Kawakami-hime's face?

The imperial painter didn't know either. He drew hundreds of pictures in succession, but none of them gave him the feeling he wanted.

He shook his head and said to himself: "No, no, no..."

Since he came back, he has been copying Kawakami's brushstrokes every day. He has imitated the style, but the paintings never have any charm. They are like dead objects and cannot be compared with the image on the canvas at all.

He had a splitting headache and his eyes were bloodshot. He stared at the hundreds of paintings piled up in front of him, struggling and feeling pain inside.

Finally, he made up his mind, picked up one of the drawing papers with trembling hands, and lit it without hesitation by placing it over the candle flame.

The imperial painter stared at the burning paper with wide eyes, as if he was struggling with some force.

When the flame was about to burn his fingers, he suddenly let go and let the burning paper fall onto the desk.

The high temperature caused the paper to spread rapidly and come into close contact with other drawing papers, instantly causing a fire.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and the orange-red flames reflected on the face of the imperial painter, making his originally pale face look even more strange. However, he showed reverence in his eyes, and seemed to have fallen into a state of madness.

The servants noticed black smoke coming out of the master's house and shouted in panic to come and put out the fire, but they were stopped by the royal painter.

"Don't move, let it burn, burn it all, burn it all!"

He spoke nervously, hugging Jiang Chuan Shang's portrait tightly, oblivious to everything around him, as if the world only contained him and this painting.

As time went by, the discarded drawing papers and wooden tables were gradually burned to ashes, and the figure of the imperial painter appeared lonely and determined in the firelight.

"Alas, it seems that I still can't completely imitate the charm of the original." The imperial painter sighed softly, revealing endless regret in his eyes.

He gently stroked the edge of the portrait, hoping to feel through touch the mood that Egawakami was in when he painted it.

But he felt nothing.

He often thought that if a person's face could not be drawn and was blocked by some kind of consciousness, then there was no doubt that the person whose full appearance could not be known must be a god.

The imperial painter pondered secretly, his heart filled with awe for Egawakami.

He waved his hand and walked out of the study, still sighing, "How can mortals like us describe the true appearance of such a god?"

He then carefully wrapped up the only authentic painting and decided to return it to Abe Haruaki.

After all, the owner of the portrait, Princess Kawakami and Lord Abe Haruaki, have been married for a week, and it is time for the painting to be returned to its original owner.

But when he really arrived at Abe Haruaki's residence, he found that the Onmyoji was empty, the yard and the house were covered with dust, there was clearly no one there, it was deserted, as if nothing existed.

The imperial painter held the long box made of golden nanmu wood and looked at it with dismay. At sunset, he returned home in despair.

When he returned, he would always teach his descendants, "I know a god. Look, this is his portrait. If you see him in the future, you must follow him."

When the descendants saw the portrait, they nodded as if possessed, and such words were passed down from generation to generation.

Until the gentleman finally found Jiangchuankami, followed him and recognized him as his master.

All of the above is a story for later.

Time goes back to when the imperial painter left.

The autumn sun is like a ferocious tiger. The scorching temperature pours down on people generously, making it unbearable. It is really not suitable to have a conversation in the yard under the scorching sun.

Egawakami looked up at the sky, then took Abe Haruaki's hand and walked into the house.

"Seimei, I have a gift for you."

As he spoke, he skillfully turned his wrist so that he was holding Abe Haruaki's hand.

Egawakami's smooth and slightly cool arm was pressed against Abe Haruaki's hot arm. The contrast of cool and hot made ripples in people's hearts.

When Abe Haruaki heard that Egawakami had a gift for him, his eyes were immediately fixed on Egawakami. He uttered a puzzled "hmm" and asked, "For me? What is it?"

Jiang Chuan Shang deliberately kept the secret and turned back to smile at him, his movements were unusually light and cheerful, as if at this moment he revealed his free and unrestrained side as a young man.

Abe Haruaki was led into the house, and his mind was still on Egawakami.

If he were not held back by his frail body, he should actually look like this. An eighteen-year-old boy is full of vigor and vitality, and the Emperor would also have a favored third prince.

But the reality is not like that. He is in the treacherous palace, hiding his gender, dragging his sick body step by step, looking for the life-saving straw to survive.

He should be about to achieve his goal now. With me protecting him, his illness will be cured sooner or later, and he will be able to leave the palace and live freely.

By then, they will confess their true feelings on their wedding night and will be the most loving couple.

Abe Haruaki looked at him with fondness in his eyes, his mind full of wild thoughts. Only when he reached the destination did he come back to his senses.

"Kawakami."

Jiang Chuan Shang glanced at him in a reproachful manner, "Why is Qingming distracted? What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about you." Abe Haruaki blurted out, and he regretted it as soon as he said it, secretly annoyed that he said it too bluntly.

Jiangchuankami chuckled, his eyes showing a relaxed and happy look. He was very pleased by Abe Haruaki's shy and annoyed expression.

Seeing that Jiang Chuan Shang was teasing him, Abe Haruaki's ears turned red, and he pretended to be righteous and said, "Don't laugh, you should take out the gift you gave me."

"Okay, since Qingming said so, I'll go get it."

As he spoke, he let go of Abe Haruaki's hand, bent down, took out a square box from the drawer of the table, and handed it to Abe Haruaki.

"What is this?" Abe Haruaki took it and asked Ekawakami out of habit.

"You can open it and see for yourself. This is specially prepared for you."

Abe Haruaki's expectations were instantly raised. He opened the box as he was told and found that it was a pair of phoenix-head jade hairpins, the emerald green color of which was very crystal clear.

"What is this?" Abe Haruaki had never seen this thing before, he just thought it looked beautiful.

"This is a hairpin, used to tie up hair." Jiang Chuan Shang explained lightly and picked up one of them.

Leng Bai's fingers were smooth and round, which matched the emerald green perfectly. As he played with the jade in his hands, he could not tell for a moment whether his hands or the jade were prettier.

"I heard that you like the culture of the Central Plains and often study books since the Tang Dynasty, so I specially prepared jewelry that men there often wear. Do you like it?"