Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

Chapter 272 Don't Tell Me She Also Reported for Painting and Calligraphy

The set has always been noisy, especially under the influence of this scorching weather, it's hard not to make people feel impetuous.

But one place is an exception.

The incense of borneol and mint was burning in the three-legged incense burner, and the emperor sat idle in front of the large desk.

Xu Ling'an grabbed the work of grinding ink aside, and watched Jiang Lingxi slowly spread out the rice paper on the table, and then pressed the paperweight on the table, and then picked a brush with a moderate thickness suitable for painting, and brushed off the miscellaneous hairs on the tip of the brush.

In the end, he couldn't help but ask, "What is my sister going to draw?"

Jiang Lingxi raised her eyes to look at her, smiled and said, "You will know later. The ink is fine, please stop An'an."

Xu Ling'an quickly picked up the ink stick, took the absorbent towel aside to wipe off the water stains on the ink stick and put it away, then stood quietly watching the brush dipped in ink and then fell on the rice paper.

There was a lot of noise around, but at this moment, she only felt that all the noise was blocked from this square-inch desk, and she felt unprecedentedly peaceful.

It wasn't until later that she realized that this was an atmosphere that could be created inadvertently when painting.

Wei Xiao sat in front of the monitor and looked at the two figures not far away that were in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle around him, hesitated for a while and still didn't bother.

He also beckoned to a camera crew and gave some instructions in a low voice.

Soon, a camera that hadn't been removed quietly turned on again, aiming at Jiang Lingxi, who was painting, and the book case in front of her.

After so many days of filming, Jiang Lingxi has also developed some camera sense.

She noticed it almost a few seconds after the camera turned around, and continued to paint on the rice paper without stopping.

Half an hour was not too long, almost when the staff member of the props team appeared again, Jiang Lingxi just stopped writing.

Remove the paperweight and pick up the painting you just finished.

The weather is hot and the ink dries quickly.

After the staff cleaned up the four treasures of the study on the table, they glanced at Jiang Lingxi's painting by the way, and their eyes lit up, "The animal drawn by Mr. Jiang is so vivid!"

"Thank you."

After taking a few more glances, the staff reluctantly left.

It would be great if I could still take a photo, but I dare not mention it.

Just now the staff only dared to take a look from a few steps away, Xu Ling'an no longer had such scruples, and walked directly to her sister, sticking her head out.

"This is a cat-goose fight?"

"Yes." Jiang Lingxi nodded, and looked at Xu Ling'an with a smile, "What's the name of my painting when I'm still here, but it just so happened that you gave it to me."

Xu Ling'an: "... Isn't this name a little too simple?"

She just said it so casually.

"The content of this painting is so simple, wouldn't it be just right to call it a simple name?"

Jiang Lingxi beckoned and called Lu Zhengzheng who was squatting not far away, took a marker pen, wrote down her name and the name of the work on the back corner of the rice paper, rolled it up and handed it to Lu Zhengzheng, "I have a temporary task for you. Give the painting to the "Handed down" program group of Imperial TV Station, take a taxi there, and I will reimburse you when I come back."

Lu Zhengzheng took the painting carefully, and said with a serious face, "I guarantee it will be completed smoothly!"

Jiang Lingxi patted her on the shoulder, "Go."

Xu Ling'an watched Lu Zhengzheng leave in a hurry, thinking about the lifelike ink painting just named, "My sister's painting will definitely stand out."

"You have faith in me."

"Isn't my sister herself?"

"Well, there are still some."

After all, even in the midst of her busy schedule, she had put in a lot of hard work in order not to lose ground in front of someone.

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Three and a half pairs of eyes, hundreds of works of different styles and levels.

The reason why it is said to be three pairs and a half is naturally because among the four people in the room who are commenting on the works, although Shi Lao has the ability to appreciate, he is not a specially invited reviewer for calligraphy and painting chapters, so he only has the right to express opinions, not the right to decide whether the works are selected or not, so he can only be counted as half of them.

Li Wanxuan had already put on her reading glasses. Under her husband's reminder, she closed her eyes and rested for a while, and opened them again in less than 5 minutes. "How many works are there left?"

"There are more than 20 pieces of the sent works, and the rest are more than [-] digital copies." The two reviewers replied cautiously, "Mr. Li, Mr. Shi, it's almost noon, why don't we come back to see the rest after we have lunch?"

Old Shi nodded, "I agree."

He also loves his wife's eyes, he hasn't been so tired for a long time!
Don't look at there are two reviewers besides his wife, but in his opinion, these two people have no opinions of their own.

When Wanxuan said yes, the two of them knew they agreed and agreed, but when Wanxuan said no, the two of them shook their heads accordingly.

This is good, only his family Wanxuan is the one who suffers, and she has to look at them all!
The two people who were secretly complaining: It's not that they don't want to mention it, in fact, when it comes to the appreciation of calligraphy and painting, they are incomparable with Mr. Li!

Previously, Mr. Li was mad at the director of the program group, so they dared not say anything.

As a result, Li Wanxuan shook her head, "No hurry, finish reading the remaining dozen or so pictures before going to dinner."

Old Shi: "..."

He glared at the two people who came over, "Look at what I am doing, and then look at the work!"

Although he wants to listen to Mr. Li at home, he still has to listen to him outside!
It took another half an hour to finish reading the rest of the works, and the group of four left the room.

"Why don't you go to Zhuli's house near the TV station to eat, I'll treat you."

Li Wanxuan looked at her husband suspiciously, "I heard you said that there is a cafeteria in this station, and the taste is not bad."

"Ah yes, it's on the second floor."

"Then go to the cafeteria to eat, the weather is so hot, don't toss back and forth."

The one who proposed to go out to eat his treat smiled awkwardly, "It's okay."

It was time for meals, and the meals in the cafeteria were all ready-made. The four of them quietly prepared food for dinner in a low-key manner, and left after eating, without attracting the attention of others.

Walking to the elevator entrance, when the elevator door opened, Li Wanxuan's eyes fell on the little girl standing in the corner after she got on the elevator.

To be precise, it was on a roll of rice paper she held in her hand.

Lu Zhengzheng couldn't help but hold her breath when she saw this somewhat serious gaze, and subconsciously shrank back into the corner again.

She was afraid of crumpling and soiling the work that Sister Xixi had given her, so she brought it here wearing sun-resistant gloves all the way.

Sensing the little girl's vigilance, Li Wanxuan smiled helplessly, and asked, "Little girl, is what you are holding in your hand a work registered for "Painting and Calligraphy"?"

Only then did Lu Zhengzheng dare to look up, and when he saw the old man standing in front of the elevator door, his eyes that were exposed above the sunscreen mask suddenly widened, and he subconsciously exclaimed: "Old Shi!"

Mr. Shi was lowering his head and pressing the door close button of the elevator. He turned his head when he heard the sound, and happened to see Lu Zhengzheng's face that was a little reddened by the heat just after taking off his mask. He frowned and thought for a moment, then raised his white eyebrows, "I remember, you are the little assistant next to Jiang Xiaoyou, called Zhengzheng, right? Why did you come here at noon? Where is Jiang Xiaoyou? Why are you alone?"

Seeing some acquaintances, Lu Zhengzheng immediately became less nervous, "Old Shi, Sister Xixi is still filming on the set and didn't come. I'm here to help her deliver the entries."

"Registration? Work?" Shi Lao's eyes fell on the roll of rice paper in Lu Zhengzheng's hand, paused, and said quietly after a while, "Don't tell me, Jiang Xiaoyou also submitted the calligraphy and painting chapter of "Handed down"!"

He's an old man, he can't stand being so scared!

(End of this chapter)