Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 145 Drawing Skills
"But I still want to give it a try," Jing Chun said in a slight voice, "If they don't agree, I will come back and I want to give it a try. I always feel that I can't do this."

Hearing that, Catcher Li didn't stop him any more, but just looked at Jing Chun's figure facing the sun, and suddenly felt a little bit of relief in his heart.

"A Ming." Catcher Li called out to the prison.

After A Ming came out quickly, Catcher Li gave a few instructions to A Ming, and then went back to the prison.

On the way, Amin was humming with great interest, but he didn't notice Jing Chun's depressed mood at all.

Perhaps it was A Ming's infection, but Jing Chun felt a little relieved.

All the way to the entrance of Zheng Cuier's house, Jing Chun thought for a long time, with Capt. Li's words echoing in his mind.

Unexpectedly, A Ming knocked on the door first, and Jing Chun was shocked by the sound of knocking.

At this point, Jing Chun could only bite the bullet.

Zheng Cuier opened the door and saw Jing Chun and A Ming. Although her face was surprised, she still smiled, "Who are you two looking for?"

Seeing that there was no sound in the yard, Jing Chun asked, "Is Granny Zheng at home today?"

"The girl is here to see her grandmother? Grandma is not here today."

Jing Chun looked up and down the woman in front of her, who was still a little weak, and after thinking twice, she opened her mouth and asked, "Can I talk to Miss Cui'er?"

"I?"

Leaning on the door frame with half-stretched palms, Zheng Cui'er seemed to be seeking someone's help, tremblingly said: "I don't know anything."

Given Zheng Cuier's tense situation, Jing Chun might have been kicked out of the yard before he could ask anything.

"Girl, don't be nervous," Jing Chun tried to calm Zheng Cui'er's emotions, "Don't worry, A Ming and I have never told anyone about you. It won't be so quiet anymore."

Although Zheng Cuier felt that what Jing Chun said was reasonable, it could not offset Zheng Cuier's resistance to Jing Chun and A Ming.

"If the girl has anything to say, I can talk about it when my grandmother comes back. She is not at home today, so I don't know anything."

It seems that this was taught by Grandma Zheng.

"Of course, can we go into the hospital and wait for grandma to come home..."

Zheng Cuier could also notice that Jing Chun and A Ming standing outside the door like this would indeed attract people's attention. After careful consideration, she pushed the courtyard door half open and replied: "You two, please come in."

After entering the courtyard, Zheng Cuier first brought two cups of tea to the two of them, and then sat back down in her seat, tracing a portrait of Guanyin Bodhisattva on the white paper.

Jing Chun also noticed Zheng Cui'er's movements. Zheng Cui'er's brush is naturally not stiff, and the lines he draws are also extremely smooth and smooth.

"Miss Cui'er is good at writing, but have you ever learned painting skills?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Zheng Cui'er's eyes, but then it faded away, and she just nodded without saying a word.

Jing Chun was not discouraged, and continued to ask: "How many years have you studied?"

"Two years."

"I have such a foundation in two years. If I learn more, I might be a great master in the future."

There was a sudden pause in the air. Zheng Cuier's painting skills were originally learned when the family was not in decline, but now that the world has changed, the former lady has now become a woman from an ordinary family. Jing Chun's words are somewhat yin and yang .

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Jing Chunshi felt that she had made a mistake. She clearly wanted to have a good relationship with Zheng Cuier, so how could she say such rude words?

Jing Chun tried to round out her words and said, "What I mean is that Miss Cui'er's painting skills are very good, and I admire her very much."

"Girls don't need to praise me, I'm just better than those who have never studied painting skills, not to mention appreciation, girls don't have to worry about it, after all, some things have passed, I don't think there is anything wrong with today's life good."

Hearing this, Jing Chun blushed from the side. It was her own slip of the tongue, but in exchange for her humility, just listening to Miss Cui'er's words was enough to make Jing Chun feel ashamed.

"I am ashamed that Miss Cui'er has such a state of mind."

"Where is this?" Zheng Cui'er turned sideways, turned her head to look at Jing Chun, "you don't have to be ashamed because of this, what is there to admire about me?"

"There must be someone who is my teacher when we are together. Everyone is different. Miss Cui'er will naturally have something that makes people admire and envy her. It's just a matter of time, and she may not have discovered it yet."

Hearing this, Zheng Cui'er smiled slightly, started painting again, and asked, "Miss is a painter, right? Can you draw a picture for me?"

Jing Chun laughed and said, "Miss Cui Er doesn't think I'm clumsy, as long as I'm clumsy."

Jing Chun took out a pen and paper, and began to draw.

A Ming stood behind him, watching the painting process by Jing Chun.

Jing Chun looked at Zheng Cui'er's current state and couldn't help but secretly sigh. Zheng Cui'er's body was not completely healthy yet. Her pale lips were speaking feebly, and her cheeks also lacked a trace of girlish rosiness. If there was another gust of wind at this time, I'm afraid that I can only lie down.

Jing Chun has always understood what Li Butou said, those who prevented Jing Chun from investigating the truth behind Zheng Cui'er's unmarried pregnancy, but at this moment, looking at Zheng Cui'er's frail body, Jing Chun had no way to imagine exposing people in the world. What's the use in the sun?
The pen that was just picked up just now was put down again, Jing Chun persuaded: "Tui'er's complexion is not very good today, I will paint for you when her complexion improves someday, how about it?"

"Just for today," Zheng Cuier said with a smile, "Can you make my mouth smaller and the same for my face? I'm a lot swollen today."

Faced with Zheng Cuier's insistence, Jing Chun was reluctant, but still complied.

It is naturally easier to draw a portrait of a person face to face than to draw a portrait by listening to someone else's dictation. From facial contours to details, every stroke is meticulously drawn.

I was only halfway through the painting, but I heard Zheng Cuier say: "Girl, let's go after finishing the painting..."

Jing Chun was stunned for a moment, then said: "I'll wait for Grandma Zheng to come back, I have to talk to her about something."

"I know what the girl wants to talk about, but with my grandmother's character, I definitely won't tell you."

Indeed, when Jing Chun came here, apart from talking about the things behind Zheng Cuier's birth, Jing Chun really didn't know what to say.

Seeing Jing Chun's silence, Zheng Cuier added at the right time: "I don't know how to..."

Jing Chun didn't answer, but just finished the painting on her own. This was what she expected, and she couldn't say she was disappointed.

A Ming said: "Jingzhao Mansion also can't bear the girl's suffering. If the girl can stand up bravely, the chances of winning the lawsuit against the villain will be a bit more."

Only a whining voice was heard, "You guys get out..."

Just when Jing Chun stopped painting, he didn't know why Zheng Cuier's mood fluctuated so much.

Jing Chun and A Ming looked at each other, and A Ming shook his head. He didn't know what he said was wrong.

Jing Chun called out in a low voice, "Tweety, Miss Tweety..."

Zheng Cuier suddenly became a little excited, and threw the paintbrush in her hand at Jing Chun and A Ming, followed by a violent cough.

Zheng Cui'er shouted hoarsely: "You all get out!"

(End of this chapter)