Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 473 – A Battle of Love and Hate

"What do you want to see me draw?"

The first painting I made after meeting Qingmei again was naturally for Qingmei to make a proposition in person.

"Then how about painting it as a wife?"

"I have never drawn portraits since I was an adult. Although many people have drawn portraits of wives, you also know that the purpose of those people's paintings is not very glorious. Door God, what else can I be painted like?"

Through the human skin mask, Zhao Qingmei could also feel the rough and hideous scars on his face.

"I don't want you to paint in front of these people. After returning home, you will write, and I will add ink to my red sleeves. How about we paint a picture of boudoir pleasure?"

"cough cough"

Sikong Que was sipping the wine in his glass, when he heard her ambiguous words inadvertently, he was breathless and almost choked on the plain wine in his mouth.

He used his wide sleeves to hide his embarrassing flushed face at this time, but when he heard his wife's low-pitched laugh, he couldn't help but twitched his ears, turning red.

"Your shy appearance is really cute, please be more reserved in public, and I will take good care of you after returning home."

Sikong Que burst out laughing, who is not reserved?She was obviously the one who made fun of him with Meng Lang's words in front of the public, so why blame him now?
"Sikong Que, why are you still standing there in a daze! Hurry up and paint on stage!"

Zhong Liyin turned his head and saw that Sikong Que was still whispering something to the servant beside him, he was immediately furious, so he sternly shouted angrily.

"As ordered."

Sikong Que struggled to break away his wife's restless little hands that were still making trouble under the table, got up straight and walked towards the stage.

At this time, there was less than a stick of incense before the end of the game. He frowned, and immediately began to sketch in detail.

Meanwhile, Bei Mingchen on the stand was savoring the tea in his hands playfully. Everyone knew that the only son of the University of Guan University had been living among the people for many years. Playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting was an art of pleasure to cultivate one's temperament. At that time, he couldn't even afford enough food and clothing. And how can you draw with a brush? Even if you are lucky enough to draw two strokes, it can only be unsightly.

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, Sikong Que looked at his painting with satisfaction, and immediately put down his pen and stood aside waiting for everyone to comment.

The first person to walk up to Sikong Que's painting was Zhong Liyin. He looked down at the empty rice paper, and then looked at Sikong Que with some doubts.

"Where is your painting?"

Although he was mentally prepared that he could not draw a satisfactory painting, but at this time he turned in a blank paper. This is a matter of attitude. Zhong Liyin frowned displeasedly, and his face was full of anger.

At this time, Bei Mingchen also walked up to Sikong Que's painting with great interest. When he saw the blank scroll, a trace of contempt and understanding flashed in his eyes, but soon his face became extremely ugly, and he quickly walked in disbelief. Approach the picture scroll.

"impossible this is impossible"

He murmured softly, but quickly returned to normal.

"I think that Mr. Sikong's paintings are superbly crafted, and today the master is none other than Mr. Sikong."

"Father, he didn't write any pen at all, it's just a blank piece of rice paper, how can he bear the four characters of supernatural work?"

"Yin'er, get closer and take a closer look before talking!"

Zhong Liyin approached the scroll suspiciously, but saw that both sides of the blank scroll were pressed with exquisitely carved sapphire unicorn paperweights, and there was still nothing on the white rice paper, just when he couldn't figure it out. , and suddenly focused on the sapphire paperweight on the right again, no, this paperweight is different.

He stretched out his hand towards the sapphire paperweight, only to be surprised to find that the paperweight was actually painted on, so lifelike that it could be confused with the real one.He has never seen someone make a painting that can reach such a state of perfection.

At this time, under the reminder of the imperial husband in Zhonggong, everyone also found the mystery of the painting, and they all admired it. Zhao Qingmei, who was mixed in the crowd, looked at her husband in amazement. She really wanted to know, in this world Is there anything that Sikong Que can't do?
After everyone returned to their seats, they were still chattering and discussing the paperweight diagram made by Sikong Que.

"Young Master Guan University's young master is really amazing and talented. I like this paperweight picture very much, so I will lick this face and bring this painting back to the palace to appreciate."

"Reward~"

Bei Mingchen waved his sleeve lightly as if giving alms, and immediately a servant brought the exquisitely crafted Yu Ruyi and placed it in front of Sikong Que.

After Sikong Que knelt down to thank Longen, he sat down indifferently against the jealous or envious eyes of his surroundings.

"How is your painting skill for your husband?"

"I'm surprised."

She really became more and more curious about Sikong Que's past, and promised him not to ask any questions in this life, so she forced herself to suppress her curiosity.

"Tell me, is there anything you can't do?"

Sikong Que thought about this question seriously, and after a long time, he said with guilt on his face:
"I will not have children."

Knowing that she accidentally touched his sad place, Zhao Qingmei changed the subject in embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, my life is the same. Tibetan clumsy, Tibetan clumsy!!"

"Oh~"

Zhao Qingmei didn't like him being too prominent in public, and Sikong Que knew that she must be jealous of someone or something.

"Didn't you notice that among the guests who came today, most of the young masters have not left the cabinet?"

"The imperial husband is planning to choose a husband for the princess?"

"Well, it has been three years since the princess' husband passed away. The emperor is using the name of the Feiying Club to choose a good son-in-law. At the same time, he is using this opportunity to let everyone find that you are a veritable embroidered pillow. Surprised everyone, I'm afraid the emperor's intestines are going to regret right now."

"Swords have no eyes, you will not be allowed to play in the next competition, remember."

"Good~"

But Bei Mingchen didn't give Sikong Que a chance to breathe. At this time, he pretended to be a man, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and leaped onto the platform with a scimitar in his hand.

"Sikong Que, I wonder if I will have the honor to compete with Your Excellency in martial arts?"

"Sorry, I'm not good at martial arts."

"That's right, look at your weak chicken, you can't even conceive a child, not to mention holding a knife, you can barely make do with this skin, but it's a pity that Israel serves people, how many times can you get good? Treat you as an old man. At that time, I'm afraid I can only cry every night and hear the newcomer laugh."

The one clamoring on the stage was Bei Mingchen's nephew, who was seventeen years old. As the mother of the imperial concubine of the Central Palace, he was rampant and did not take anyone seriously.

"Don't provoke him, the imperial husband intends to betroth this nephew to the princess Zhong Liyao, don't fall for his aggressive tactics."

"Prime Minister Zhao is blind too. How could he fall in love with a low-class guy like you? Oh, that's right. You two are a perfect match."

"Tuo'er, don't be rude."

(End of this chapter)