The peasant lady of the portable space

Chapter 56
Chen Qin looked at it, and felt quite uncomfortable, how could he draw Chi Yanran so beautifully?Obviously long is at most a bit pretty, it can't compare to her morning celery, especially the two peaches on her chest are more flavorful than the one on her chest.

Seeing the jealousy in Chenqin's eyes, Bai Fu raised her eyebrows, and said in her heart, bad hooves, dare to covet their son-in-law, wait to be repaired by the eldest lady.

Bai Fu cast a vicious glance at Chen Qin, then walked forward lightly with lotus steps, to refill tea for Duanmu Ningfeng and Chi Yanran.

Chi Yanran continued to look at herself on the snow-white rice paper, and then looked at Duanmu Ningfeng with a smile.

"It's not satisfactory, but your drawing is much better than mine." Chi Yanran stuck out her tongue playfully.

"My lady is also good at painting?" Duanmu Ningfeng was surprised, he thought that Chi Yanran was only good at medicine.

"Well, how about this, I will also draw a picture for you, hee hee, Bai Fu, go get a charcoal pencil from my dressing cabinet." Grandma's, the ancient brush is still not easy to use.

Bai Fu immediately took orders and left.

Hearing this, Chen Qin was stunned for a moment, she can draw anything?Strange, the daughter of this small farmer's family can also draw things?Did she know her a lot?

Chen Qin naturally heard the details of Chi Yanran that the eldest lady Qiao Hui asked to check, so she knew everything about Chi Yanran, but she was surprised to hear that Chi Yanran could draw.

"My lady, why is it not a brush? Instead, use charcoal?" Duanmu Ningfeng was also surprised.

Chi Yanran gracefully played with the high-quality wolf hair he had just put down, raised the corner of her lips, and gently raised the brush in her hand to throw it upwards. Suddenly, the splashed black ink splashed straight in the direction of Chen Qin Soon, Chen Qin's delicately made-up little face was splashed with small spots of black here and there.

"Oh, Chenqin, I'm so sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, this! I haven't grasped the direction right now, go and wash your face." Chi Yanran smiled apologetically.

Bai Fu came over with a charcoal pencil, and when she saw Chen Qin's little black face, she secretly laughed in her heart, but she still persuaded, "Chen Qin, listen to Missy, go and wash it. This ink Ah, the face is too ugly."

"No, I'll wash it later, my servant wants to see the young lady paint." Chen Qin held back her breath and said to herself, she doesn't believe that a woman from a small farmer can have amazing painting skills?

Chi Yanran took the charcoal pencil, twitched her lips, and said in her heart, Chenqin wanted to see her joke, that's really impossible, don't blow your lungs out of anger later.

Duanmu Ningfeng frowned tightly, watching Chi Yanran's charcoal pen continuously outline on the white paper with her eyes.

"Eldest young mistress, what are you drawing?" Chen Qin asked strangely seeing her drawing simple lines.

"Wait a minute, don't you know?" Chi Yanran's lips curled up. The head of a little white rabbit on the paper was several times larger than its body. The two eyes were extremely lively. It was cute and cunning, so I drew it again. On top of a bright carrot, a lively and naive little white rabbit leaps onto the paper, which makes people amazed. The black lines are uniform in thickness and match just right.

Satisfied, Chi Yanran showed the painting to Duanmu Ningfeng, and looked at Duanmu Ningfeng with a smile in her beautiful eyes, "I only like to draw little white rabbits, hehe, do you look cute?"

Duanmu Ningfeng gave Chi Yanran a thumbs up, "My lady is good at drawing." Then he looked at the little white rabbit without blinking, his lips curled into a big arc, and joy flashed across his eyes.

Chen Qin didn't expect that she could draw so smartly, she was very unconvinced, hum, is a few bad lines still considered a drawing, so she raised her lips and sneered, "Eldest young mistress, besides being able to draw little white rabbits, you can also draw Anything else?" Meaning you're stupid enough to draw a rabbit.

"Then Chenqin, what can you draw?" Bai Fu saw that the eldest lady had a very good temper, and she was still smiling like snow, she couldn't bear this tone, so she laughed and mocked.

"Of course it's not as simple as just drawing bunnies." Chen Qin covered her mouth and smiled.

Chi Yanran recalled what Duanmu Ningfeng said, the lady took care of Chen Qin very much, she must have invited her master to teach her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, right?
Duanmu Ningfeng remembered that Chi Yanran was from a farmer, and was a little worried about Chi Yanran. Besides, Chi Yanran also said just now that she was good at drawing rabbits, but when he thought about Chi Yanran's vivid rabbit paintings, maybe Chi Yanran had even more wonderful ones. Woolen cloth?
Therefore, Duanmu Ningfeng looked at Chi Yanran but smiled without saying a word, he said, "My lady, just draw as you like." The doting smile on the corner of his lips made Chenqin's eyes glaring.

"Sir, how about I draw you?" Chi Yanran glanced at Duanmu Ningfeng with a smile, and asked with her lips raised.

Duanmu Ningfeng smiled lightly and replied, "Okay."

"By the way, Chenqin, do you also want to show your hand? Here, the brush, take it, and the rice paper." Chi Yanran threw the ink-stained brush into Chenqin's hand again, and rolled up a piece of rice paper , also flew over, landed on the table beside her, and spread it out steadily, making Chenqin stare at her in surprise for a while.

"See what I do? Let's start, I also want to see Chen Qin's painting skills." Chi Yanran smiled like a spring breeze.

"Please, young mistress." Chen Qin's eyes flickered, the corners of her lips curled up secretly, her painting skills had been praised by her master, she thought she would definitely win the young mistress, and then make the young master look up to her with admiration.

"Eldest young mistress, that! Can slaves draw the eldest son?" She pretended to be charming and pitiful.

"Well, if the eldest son doesn't object." Chi Yanran glanced at Duanmu Ningfeng.

But Duanmu Ningfeng nodded slightly, but his eyes still stayed on Chi Yanran's face, and he never averted his eyes at all.

Chenqin secretly gritted her teeth, she must show off her painting skills this time.

"Well, start now, until the stick of incense burns out." Chi Yanran ordered Bai Fu to light the incense.

Chi Yanran drew the cartoon image of Duanmu Ningfeng effortlessly. She still had a big head and a small body. She also drew a cartoon image of herself.

Then she smiled confidently, and folded the rice paper into small square pieces with scissors. Each piece of paper was outlined with charcoal, dipped in red paint, rendered into the shape of flower petals, and slowly stitched together.

(End of this chapter)