The Reborn Wife is Farming

Fan Zijin stared at his painting for a while, then turned to ask his wife, "Is your painting not good?"

"Okay," Xiao Xia said without thinking, "My master's paintings are much better than fourth uncle's."

Fan Zijin pursed his lips, rolled up the painting and threw it aside, "Sure enough, there are eyes but no pearls, even pearls and fish eyes can't be distinguished."

Xiao Xia thought it over and said: "I think Ah Ling really likes Fourth Uncle's painting for her. This may have a special meaning."

"Is there any special significance? It's just that bastard's eyes are right on mung beans." Fan Zijin waved his hand irritably: "Forget it, let them go if they want to make a fool of themselves."

He was about to turn around and leave when he saw his wife looking at him with concern, his heart moved, and then a smile appeared on his face, and he pulled her away, "I will also draw for you, let them know what painting is."

And Qi Haoran was smiling, looking at Ah Ling with a satisfied face, and asked cautiously after a while: "A Ling, do you really think my paintings are better than Zijin's?"

Mu Yangling nodded fiercely, "Of course, I like your paintings. Of course, Zijin's paintings are also good, but I like your paintings for me."

The smile on Qi Haoran's face was even wider, and he waved his hands with pride: "I will draw for you every day from now on."

So, from the second day onwards, the convoy would stop wherever the scenery was beautiful. Qi Haoran would paint for Mu Yangling, while Fan Zijin would paint for Xiao Xia.

Qi Haoran's painting has always been done quickly, even if it needs to be painted, it will never take more than an hour.

What he pursues is likeness, as long as he can paint the beautiful scenery and beauties he sees in his eyes, just like a camera.

But Fan Zijin is not. What he pursues is the realm of painting. Sometimes the beautiful scenery he paints with fine brushwork almost overflows the painting, and the whole beautiful scenery seems to come alive.

Mu Yangling was amazed when he saw it.

The paintings drawn with the freehand technique were unanimously praised by Qi Haoran and Xiao Xia, because the intention was lofty and the charm was accurately grasped.

Fan Zijin glanced at Mu Yangling quite complacently.

But Mu Yangling still insisted on asking Qi Haoran to paint for her, she said: "Haoran's other paintings are not as good as yours, but his paintings of me are the best. I want the scenery to complement me, not me to complement the scenery. "

Fan Zijin was taken aback, and looked down at Haoran's paintings, and saw that his other skills were mediocre, but Mu Yangling's paintings were indeed very good, not only the likeness, but also the charm.

He pondered for a moment, pulled out a piece of drawing paper and drew Mu Yangling on it.

Not to mention Mu Yangling, Qi Haoran curled his lips when he saw it, and commanded from the side: "Ah Ling's eyes should be bigger, and his eyebrows are thicker. When looking at people, his eyes are lifelike, and they look good. Oh, what are you doing? Draw her face so fat? She just has fleshy cheeks, but her face is not big..."

Fan Zijin was annoyed by what he said, and was so angry that he pulled the paintbrush in his hand and directly collapsed Mu Yangling's painting. He didn't blame him for being restless, so he turned to Qi Haoran and said, "You can't be quiet for a while, I don't know Do you need to concentrate on painting?"

Qi Haoran was not convinced, "I was arguing at the side when you were painting just now, didn't you also draw a beautiful landscape picture? Obviously you can't draw Ah Ling."

"Of course I can't draw her, she is not my wife!"

"Then go draw your cousin and let me see your figure paintings."

The actual situation is that Fan Zijin of Xiaoxia's family can't draw well either. Halfway through the painting, he finally realized something was wrong, quickly tore up the drawing paper, and used another painting method. This time he calmed down and looked at Xiaoxia carefully. After a while, half an hour later, a graceful and graceful person appeared on the paper.

Fan Zijin admired it for a while, then turned to look at Qi Haoran proudly.

Qi Haoran curled his lips, after all he didn't say anything unsightly against his will, Xiao Xia was already looking at the painting with tears in his eyes.

Only Mu Yangling looked at the painting, then turned his head to look at Xiao Xia, and then asked in doubt: "Is this my cousin? Why can't I see it at all?"

Fan Zijin sneered nonchalantly, "Do you know what painting is?"

Who can appreciate Haoran's paintings and think that Haoran is the best in the world?

Fan Zijin directly ignored her comments.

Qi Haoran's face was flushed, and he quietly tugged on his wife's sleeve to make her avoid the sharp edge.

The chief guard walked over flutteringly, and said helplessly with a straight face: "My lord, it's getting late, why don't we find a place to rest?"

Everyone was startled, they turned their heads to look at the sun in the sky, and then silently looked back at the chief guard.

The expression on the head of the guard's face cracked, but he still said in a calm voice: "My lord, we need some time to pack up, and it will take time to set up the camp later, so we won't be able to go three miles away."

Since they couldn't walk three miles, they might as well be stationed there, they were not so tired after all.

"Okay, let's station here," Qi Haoran waved his hand and said, "We're not in a hurry."

The chief guard gave the order with tears streaming down his face. They have been walking for two months. It is enough for them to travel three times from the capital to the grassland. But at this moment they are still halfway, this trip...

Seeing that it was still early, Qi Haoran immediately rolled up his sleeves excitedly and said, "Let's go hunting in the mountains and hunt a roe deer to eat at night."

Fan Zijin was moved, and turned his head to ask him, "Are you sure you can find the roe deer?"

"Isn't there Ah Ling?"

Mu Yangling shook his hand and said, "I'm not sure that I will find the roe deer."

Qi Haoran asked the horse to be brought over excitedly, and said, "Even if it's not roe deer, other prey will do."

In the evening, three roe deer were set up in the camp, Xiao Xia and Mu Yangling laughed and said, "The roe deer in this forest have suffered."

"No, the most indispensable thing in the mountains is rabbit, pheasant and roe deer." Mu Yangling brushed it with a layer of honey and said with a smile, "If you like it, we will hunt it tomorrow."

The Xiao Xia family didn't have a particular fondness for meat, and when he heard this and shook his head, Qi Haoran was very moved, and sat beside his wife and said, "Then we'll go hunting in the mountains tomorrow."

While cutting the cooked meat on the plate, Fan Zijin said, "You should eat less roe deer. The old man has something to say to make up for it. If you eat too much roe deer, you won't be afraid of becoming like a roe deer?"

"You ate so many vegetables and didn't see you turning into vegetables." Qi Haoran countered.

Fan Zijin's expression was horrible.

Mu Yangling laughed loudly when he heard the words, "Zijin is mocking you for being a stupid roe deer."

Qi Haoran was taken aback for a moment, then rushed over with an "Aww", pinned down Fan Zijin and scratched him.

Fan Zijin was angry and laughed at the same time, almost gasping for breath.

The guards beside the other two piles of fire looked enviously, and said in a low voice: "Prince Rong and Prince An really have a good relationship."

The servants sitting in the middle didn't even move their brows, obviously not surprised.

The head guard frowned, he had only one thought now, when will this exhausting journey end?

Ending the journey is impossible.

The children have grown up, and both Qi Haoran and Fan Zijin have completely put aside political affairs. Every year, except to go back to see the children, they almost always go out to play.

When they see a livable place, or if they are tired from walking, they will stop and rest for half a year, and then they will continue to walk around when they get excited.

Qi Haoran also drew the topographic map of the places he walked, marked the towns and villages he knew, and sent them to the palace as a military map.

But Fan Zijin fell in love with painting. He not only drew down the beauties he saw, but also wrote a lot of travel notes.