King Leng Chasing His Wife: The Maid in the Tongfang Runs With the Ball

Chapter 17 Lin Jiumian said stubbornly: I can draw
It's just that he is His Highness the Seventh Prince, even if he is very dissatisfied, he can say nothing, he can only endure it!
Jun Wentian was crying, but still had to leave angrily, but before leaving, he glared at Lin Jiumian viciously.

That meant to say again: "Little girl, let's wait and see."

Seeing this, Lin Jiumian stared back without showing weakness, thinking who is afraid of whom, she already has a big devil to deal with, so what if you have one more Seventh Highness.

Seeing Jun Wentian left, Lin Jiumian turned to look at the two people he had left behind.

"You have to stay in the mansion for two days."

Then she looked at Jun Wumo: "You prepare a room for me, so that I can treat them conveniently."

After thinking for a while, he said, "You can prepare a few more wooden stakes for us, how about this, I will draw a picture, and you can make it according to my requirements."

Lin Jiumian walked to Jun Wumo's desk as he spoke, and drew something on the paper with a brush.

What she wanted was a pole, and anything that could hang a bottle would do.

It's just that her paintings are simply horrible.

When she finishes drawing, give it to Jun Wumo.

Jun Wumo squinted his eyes, signaling Wu Yan to prepare for her.

However, when Lin Jiumian worriedly explained it to Wu Yan according to the drawings, Wu Yan was confused.

"You mean that your painting is a round seat?" When Wu Yan said this, a seat appeared in his mind.

Lin Jiumian nodded!
Wu Yan said: "But why do I feel that this is an egg. If you draw a circle, it is a round seat?"

Lin Jiumian asked angrily, "Are my paintings so difficult to understand?"

Wu Yan looked at her and nodded.

Difficult to understand, no, very difficult to be exact.

Lin Jiumian gritted his teeth, turned his head and looked around: "Don't underestimate me, just wait."

Angrily, she found a branch, and then took a torch to burn the branch. After burning a little bit, she turned into a sharp point, then stomped out the fire, and finally used the burnt branch to draw a sketch on the paper.

She really doesn't know how to do traditional Chinese painting, but she can draw sketches.

Hmph, dare to underestimate her, just wait and see!
Lin Jiumian thought angrily while watching.

When the painting was finished, she walked up to Wu Yan and raised the painting in front of him:

"Look, are you satisfied this time?"

Wu Yan took the paper over and looked at it, instantly stunned.

"Did you draw this? With such a few simple strokes, I feel as if I saw the real thing."

This style of painting is something Wu Yan has seen in his life, but it is particularly realistic.

At this time Jun Wumo was also aroused curiosity, and said to Wu Yan:
"Bring it to me to see."

Seeing this, Wu Yan hurriedly presented the painting hands to Jun Wumo.

Jun Wumo looked down, and a sharp light flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

It was the first time he had seen this style of painting, but he actually understood what she wanted.

Jun Wumo glanced at Lin Jiumian, and suddenly asked:
"Can you draw?"

Lin Jiumian nodded: "Well, yes, but it's the style of painting you see. I can't use your brush."

Jun Wumo asked again: "Who did you learn this painting technique from?"

Lin Jiumian said proudly: "Why should I tell you, whether you can do it or not, your soldiers can't be saved!"

He asked incomprehensibly, "What does it have to do with saving people if you want this thing?"

It may be because Lin Jiumian is just a maid.

Therefore, it is more natural for Wuyan to talk to her.Not much fear.

Lin Jiumian was unhappy: "I want you to do it, there must be a reason, as for how to use it is my problem."

Jun Wumo gave a brief instruction: "Wu Yan, do it, and you will supervise it yourself."

"Yes!" Wu Yan agreed, then turned his head and went down.

(End of this chapter)