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

Taking a sip of the top-quality tea, his eyes swept over his pretty and smooth face, and he was in a happy mood.

Not only are focused men the most attractive, but also focused women are also beautiful and delicious.

Qingzhu's long eyelashes fluttered, and she bit her red lips lightly from time to time, her pretty appearance was very touching.

Before I knew it, the effort of a cup of tea passed.

"Master, the painting is finished."

Qingzhu put down the brush and stood up.

With his little head hanging down, his little hands clasped together looked very nervous.

Qin Xuan put down his teacup, got up and walked over.

Seeing the cute and cramped appearance of the little maid, he couldn't help but laugh.

Smiling and comforting: "Isn't it just a painting, if the painting is not good, just paint again."

After speaking, he turned his gaze to the blueprint on the table.

I blinked my eyes, stupefied!

If it wasn't for the lack of accompanying annotations and the wet ink, I wouldn't be able to tell which one is the original picture!

The two drawings are exactly the same, no matter the figure's shape or movement are imitated lifelike!

Qin Xuan pursed his lips and was speechless for a while.

Just now I was reassuring others that even if the painting is not good, don't worry about it.

Who would have thought that he would be slapped in the face in the blink of an eye!

Qin Xuan blinked, and complained secretly in his heart: "Slapping the face is my patent, I am the protagonist!"

Qingzhu clasped her fingers awkwardly, Qiaoli was very nervous.

He whispered: "Young master, Qingzhu did his best. If you are not satisfied, I will immediately redraw until you are satisfied!"

Qin Xuan blinked.

Not satisfied?

The painting is exactly the same, how can you be dissatisfied?

But as a young master, you must be calm and not make a fuss and make people laugh.

With his hands behind his back, he pretended to look at it from several angles.

Nodding slightly, a gratified smile appeared on his face.

"It seems that you have some skills in practicing painting, and it's normal for you to have some differences from my painting style in the Western Regions.

In the future, if you have nothing to do and practice more, you will definitely become everyone! "

Qingzhu hangs her small head, pinching the corner of her clothes with her slender fingers.

To be appreciated by the young master, I was secretly happy in my heart.

Qin Xuan looked at the flushed beauty, and couldn't help wondering: "What was her identity before? She can read and paint, obviously she is not from an ordinary family..."

But curiosity is curiosity, but he didn't ask.

From being a lady to being a slave, there must have been some huge changes.

Now Qingzhu is happy, wait until I find a suitable time to ask.

Qin Xuan sat on the chair and copied down the annotations on the drawings verbatim in Xiaozhuan.

Then carefully put away the original drawings extracted by the system.

Qingzhu just watched silently from the side, and didn't ask curiously.

In her opinion, being able to help the young master to copy and draw is already very happy.

Qin Xuan put away the blueprints, thought for a while, and took out the Tiangang Boy Gong to copy the first half.

He stood up and flexed his wrists.

He smiled and said, "The work is done, it's time for afternoon tea."

Qingzhu Xiumei picked it up, and said happily: "The servant girl has already made the pastry, and I will go to the yard for you."

Qin Xuan looked at the beautiful back who was happily running to the kitchen, secretly curious: what have you experienced in the past?

No matter what they have experienced, they are now the young master's family.

Slavery, you must get rid of it if you find a chance!

Qin Xuan withdrew his mind and walked slowly towards the yard.

Sitting on the rocking chair under the big tree, drinking tea and eating pastries leisurely, how pleasant!

This is the life you should enjoy when you have money.

Isn't it just for a better life to work hard to make money?

"Master, I'll fill you up."