The princess is still vulgar, the lord please pick me up

Chapter 245 Entering the palace to paint a portrait for the emperor (6)
Lian Xin came over and stretched out her hand to pinch the little emperor's chubby face and said with a smile, "I'll get some other things in order later, and I'll help you draw a better one with colors!"

"Is it like the painter in the palace drew it?"

"Not all, I draw more like them than them, not only the charm, but also the appearance." Lian Xin said in a low voice.

She really doesn't dare to compliment the portraits of ancient characters. She only cares about the charm, but doesn't care about the appearance. Some of the paintings are simply unsightly!She didn't understand why people in ancient times drew like that, they had to say they looked like her even though they didn't look like her, could it be because of face-saving?Or is it a question of ideas?

"Really?" The little emperor immediately looked forward to it.

Although he was only three years old, painters would come to help him paint portraits every year, but since he was sensible, he felt that those painters' paintings were really ugly, he didn't look like him at all, he was obviously fat, The emperor they painted was skinny, so they weren't painting him at all.

Fortunately, Uncle Huang helped him draw a picture last year.

Thinking of this, the little emperor suddenly wanted to take out the portrait that the emperor's uncle drew for him, and show it to the little emperor's aunt.

"Boss Liu, Boss Liu!" The little emperor suddenly called out loudly.

Manager Liu who had been waiting outside the door hurriedly walked in with his head bowed.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"You, go and find the portrait that Uncle Huang helped me draw last year right now, I want to see it now."

"The slave complies with the order, the slave will go immediately."

Lian Xin glanced at Feng Chenrui, this guy can still draw?
"Aunt Huang, let me tell you, the portrait that Uncle Huang drew for me is really good. You can see it later, it is as good as yours!"

Feng Chenrui glanced at the little emperor, little white-eyed wolf, he raised him, and he was bought by others so soon, what does it mean to draw as well as her, shouldn't it be said that she draws as well as him ?
The arrogant regent thought dissatisfied.

After a while, Manager Liu found out the portrait and presented it to the little emperor.

"Okay, you, go down and watch outside. If someone comes to see you, just say that I am not free today, and he will come back another day." The little emperor took the portrait and ordered casually.

"Yes, Your Majesty, this servant will leave." Manager Liu lowered his head and lowered his eyes, looking at the ground all the time, only seeing a pair of legs in light green skirts hanging from the edge of the kang, and a section of pearl-studded skirt was exposed under the hem. He didn't dare to look at the exquisitely embroidered shoes, so he quickly retreated.

Oh, I'm afraid there will be overwhelming wealth waiting for the third lady of the Rongguo mansion in the future!Such a noble person will have to curry favor in the future.

"Little Aunt Huang, come and take a look!" The little emperor spread out the portrait that Feng Chenrui drew for him last year next to the portrait that Lian Xin had just painted for him. The two portraits were of the same person. They are also different, but they are equally exquisite, drawing people very vividly and vividly.

Yo, it turns out that this guy really knows how to draw, and he draws very well. In modern times, he would be a master figure!Moreover, he painted traditional paintings, while she painted Western sketches and oil paintings. It surprised her that he could paint the little emperor so realistically. She thought he would only paint gods like others. Don't draw yourself!
Lian Xin generously praised: "Your Highness's painting is very good. It not only shows Jing Hong's charm and appearance, but also uses colors very reasonably."

"use of color?"

"It's the distribution and matching of colors on your drawing paper."

(End of this chapter)