My host is a playboy

Chapter 337
Yun Qing and Ben Wei are already standing in front of their respective drawing boards. There is a piece of white paper on the drawing board, and there is a small stick next to it, with colorful paints and a paint tray on it.

When Yun Qing saw these things, she raised her eyebrows, because the plane of emotion already has these things.

After all, if it is an authentic ancient plane, the painters generally use rice paper, and most of them are ink paintings.

And now the drawing boards and paints have appeared, but Yun Qing is not shocked, these are nothing.

The most urgent task now is to quickly conceive.

Yun Qing took the paint tray, squeezed all the paint on the paint tray, mixed white with other colors, and made some lighter colors.

Yun Qing looked at the white paper in front of her.

I thought about how to paint the rich and noble flowers in the world to make people's eyes shine.

The original intention of Ben Wei to give Yun Qing this title is to let Yun Qing follow the trend, after all, there are quite a few paintings like this now.

But Ben Wei forgot.

Vulgarity is elegance.

The Wealthy Flower in the World is well painted, but it can amaze the audience.

Yun Qing pondered in her heart for a long time before she began to write.

As for Benwei, she was still thinking about it. Seeing Yun Qing move, Benwei was a little anxious, but she thought about the question she had asked.

Comforting herself in her heart, what Yun Qing drew was just the same as what those people drew.

Same thing, nothing new.

It is absolutely impossible to beat her.

Ben Wei settled down and began to ponder over the meaning of this poem.

Pick all the cold branches and refuse to live.

Hazy, beautiful artistic conception.

Ben Wei tried her best to picture that scene in her mind.

After a long time, a flash of inspiration appeared.

Take a brush and start to paint the scenery that comes to mind...

An hour has passed.

Both Yunqing and Benwei have basically completed their paintings.

Yun Qing stopped writing and let out a long sigh of relief.

Ben Wei also stopped writing, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The painting of two people is finished.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the official pointed the paintings of Yun Qing and Ben Wei to everyone.

Ben Wei's painting was unveiled first.

According to Yun Qing, she is the host, so she naturally wants to give in to the guests.

Ben Wei's paintings are dominated by cool tones.

A vast expanse of white mist, rime rime, sky and clouds, mountains and water, white up and down...

In the vast expanse of whiteness, there are a few dead branches with fallen leaves, adding a bit of bleakness.

There are also a few dead branches behind on the snow...

In the endless white sky, a few birds were flying.

It was amazing enough at first glance, but this painting is too bleak.

Although the scene of picking all the cold branches and refusing to live there is drawn, the imagery and feeling of picking all the cold branches and refusing to live there is not drawn at all.

Yun Qing shook her head, Ben Wei did have a few brushes, the artistic conception of this painting is bleak, love and hatred.

The strength of character is nothing.

The typical writing style is not freehand.

Godless.

However, Ben Wei always felt that the elegant one is better than the gaudy one.

So much so that she still has an arrogant and unruly expression on her face, Yun Qing can see a bit of complacency from the current Ben Wei.

When Yun Qing learned about Ben Wei's life experience from 6767, she was a little pitiful and sighed, but now it seems that there is no need.

In a sense, Xu Qingyao and Ben Wei really deserved to be mother and daughter with their own hands.

Something is really in line.

For example, at this moment...

Xu Qingyao's face was full of pride. From the painting, she seemed to see that she would become the owner of Huichun Pavilion not long after.

Both the inner and outer doors respect her.

However, Xu Qingyao's imagination is too daring, after all, Ben Wei has never thought about it.

Even if Ben Wei thought about it, she had to figure it out slowly.

(End of this chapter)