Da Qin: the Identity of My Eldest Son Has Been Discovered

Qin Xuan didn't open his eyes, and ordered in a low and forceful voice: "Yan Mo!"

"Yes!"

Qingzhu bowed slightly, picked up the ink with her white and tender hands and gently turned it on the inkstone.

For a moment, Qin Xuan opened his piercing eyes.

Stretching out his arm, his strong fingers held the writing brush bestowed by the emperor.

With the strength of the wrist, the pen moves freely, and outlines a picture on the spread white paper.

click~

Qin Xuan swung his arm gracefully, drawing the last stroke.

Put the brush lightly on the inkstone, and look at the patterns on the paper carefully.

Gradually, the eyes narrowed.

Qing Zhu peeked at the side with her stretched white neck, and asked curiously: "Master, are you drawing a human? It looks so strange!"

The corners of Qin Xuan's lips rose, and he said proudly: "Young master draws close combat techniques!"

Qingzhu's big eyes blinked with confusion, and her slender fingers pressed against her red lips.

"But why do the two patterns look different?"

Chapter 60

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"Isn't it because the system didn't enhance the drawing skills? It's probably good to be able to imitate it!"

Qin Xuan looked at the stickman he drew, and secretly complained in his heart.

If it weren't for the fear that the guards would break the original drawing with their rough hands, how could I draw poorly.

But

How can you admit that you can't do it in front of women!

Qin Xuan stood up and walked to the window.

Raise your head at a 45-degree angle, look up at the blue sky with your hands behind your back.

Her jet-black hair fluttered in the breeze, and her tall and straight back gave off an air of elegance.

The voice was low and powerful and said: "You don't understand, this way of painting comes from the West and is called abstraction."

"Abstract?"

Qingzhu blinked her big eyes, her pretty face showed a look of admiration.

The young master is really knowledgeable!

As a little fan girl, she believed everything the young master said!

Qingzhu held her little hand and muttered softly: "But young master, why are you talking with your back to me?"

Qin Xuan raised his neck, and said in a faint voice: "This is more connotative."

Anyway, whenever those ancient people in the TV series were feeling emotional, they would look at the night sky and talk with their backs to others.

It seems that this way it really looks more realistic!

"You said you learned how to paint last time? How about you draw one as well?"

Qin Xuan turned around and changed the subject.

Qingzhu stared blankly, lowered her head and said: "Young master, this servant has only learned a little bit of superficial knowledge, and cannot enter the court of elegance."

"Try it!"

Qin Xuan waved his hand, not to be refused.

Walking a few steps closer, he stretched out his hand to hold down the thin fragrant shoulder, and pushed it onto the chair.

Qing Zhu felt the warmth from the bobo gauze on her shoulders, her pretty face flushed bright red.

Like a puppet, it was pressed on the table and chair.

Qiaolian hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her white and tender hand to pick up the brush.

There was a faint coolness coming from the brush carved from top warm jade, and I couldn't help but feel a little nervous and excited.

This is a writing brush bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor, not to mention picking it up, ordinary people are not even qualified to read it!

"Hoo~!"

Qingzhu pursed her mouth and took a deep breath to calm down her excited mood.

Lower your head and carefully observe the original picture.

The brush in hand outlines it lightly.

Qin Xuan walked aside, sipping tea leisurely.

Just woke up from a nap, always easy to feel thirsty.