Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 22 - Who Says I'm Inexperienced!

"Oh, by the way, don't forget to come to the lessons of Danqing calligraphy and poetry and poetry in the afternoon. Your petite characters are neater than yours, and I feel terrified when I see them!"

Sikong Que had a look of pain that he couldn't bear to look back on, and Li Qingmei's white teeth were biting and rattling.

"Oh!!"

She replied a word heavily, and then left the Liangliang hall stooping.

I really can't blame her. She actually writes well in block letters, but now she uses a howling brush. Telling her to hold the brush and splash ink, isn't it a death sentence?
Moreover, my younger sister in the previous life loved painting very much, and she also learned some when she was free. She is very interested in modern three-dimensional paintings.

Although the painting is not up to any professional level, the effect is still very realistic. Even my sister who rarely praises her painting skills can't help but praise her for her good painting.

The three-dimensional picture can convert any flat picture into a three-dimensional picture with 3D effect through a special painting angle.

Seeing the three-dimensional effect in one position, the things in the painting can not only be hidden deep in the painting, but also be elegant outside the painting, vivid and lifelike, giving people a strong visual impact.

It makes people linger and never forget after watching it, and it is known as a "living image".

In Danqing calligraphy class in the afternoon, when Sikong Que came to the classroom with the Four Treasures of the Study, he saw Li Qingmei sitting upright with an inscrutable look on his face.

"Your Highness, this servant will be with you later, don't worry, I won't hold you back this time!"

Sikong Que curled his lips, and resigned himself to his fate and sat next to her.

Yan Jiaoxi, who teaches Danqing calligraphy, gave everyone a blank folding fan ingeniously. The afternoon class was to draw inscriptions on his blank fan.

Trifle!I saw Li Qingmei took out a thin goose feather, and gently brushed her willow eyebrows with the pure white feather, what should I draw?
Have!She dipped in azure paint and began to paint carefully.

The outline of the plum blossoms reflecting the snow was slowly outlined on the pure white fan. She held the fan mysteriously and put down her pen from time to time to observe something from different angles.

It wasn't until Sikong Que stopped his pen and looked at the ink and blue lotus he had drawn with satisfaction, and turned his head to look, only to see that she was holding a quill pen dipped in black ink and brushing something with iron strokes and silver hooks. .

It was rare for her to paint so seriously, so he sat aside in relief, and turned his head again, only to realize that at some point, a few blue plums had been placed on her table!

He was furious immediately, it didn't make sense, he knew she was showing him off, and if he didn't pay attention, she was going to have some snacks!It's really unteachable.

Angrily, he walked to her side, reaching out his hand to confiscate those green plums.Huh?

fake!He rubbed his eyes, stretched out his hand again, and when his fingertips touched the green plums, he realized that the blue plums were actually painted on the fan.

With a look of disbelief on his face, he picked up the fan and saw small goose yellow flowers blooming among the emerald green leaves. Green green plums, people can't help but want to reach out and pick them off.

On the right side of the fan are inscribed two verses:

Baojianfeng comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

A faint and warm smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

He seemed to take out his personal seal at random, and put it next to the poem.

"Your Highness, this fan is mine."

"Now it's back to the king, didn't you see that the king has stamped it privately?"

He pointed to the red seal of Que on the fan with a righteous face, and then stamped the red Que on the back of her outstretched hand in a wicked way.

(End of this chapter)