Prince, Don't Come Over

Yan MuQing can't bear the loss of the little girl. Now there are more people and less people. He is making friends with Bai Shusheng and talking about it. Maybe Bai Shusheng is softhearted?

We can't generalize everything. We can't say it can be done.

"Forget it. It's just a painting. If you can't get it, you can't buy it." Looking at Yan MuQing is really going to negotiate for her, she did not know how, even some unwilling.

"I just watched him draw heavy colors. It's a little strange. It's nothing."

Anyway, she also saw most of the painting process of the scholar, even the rare pigments. When she went back to study, she might be able to imitate this kind of painting.

It's not sure that her father could see through the study of the capital, and then she could see that she was lost in the study of the capital.

Always pay attention to the little wife mood Yan MuQing, see little wife and not difficult persistent, this really put down the heart.

"If you have a chance in the future, I will surely ask for a painting by Bai Shusheng for yue'er." Yan MuQing made up her mind, and everyone could hear the seriousness of the words.

He gently squeezed his little wife's hand, thinking that he wanted to go back to practice his own craft which he gradually forgot because he got the official title. Isn't it painting? It's OK for a woman to sing and a man to follow!

Yue ziyue didn't know how Yan MuQing was determined. When she finally saw Yan MuQing's achievements, she suddenly felt that everyone had shortcomings.

"Did you draw this?" Yue ziyue pulled the corner of her mouth and carefully put the brush on the shelf.

Today, Yan MuQing went to Lord Qiu's house to receive the duty. He didn't know that Lord Qiu was thinking about his injured arm. He didn't let him patrol the streets, but also spent a lot of holidays chasing him.

It's excusable to break one's muscles and bones for 100 days, but as a young man with dislocated arm, what should he do for a three-month holiday?

Yan MuQing tries to see something unusual in Lord Qiu's face, but Lord Qiu has already become an old fox, and he can't see any flaws.

Since he didn't know, he had to come back first and let Chu Fei investigate.

When he came back, he happened to see his little wife painting. He got excited and asked Chu xiaosan'er to set up a table beside him to show off his painting skills.

It's just that the effect is a little too unsatisfactory.

Yan MuQing saw his little wife's unbelievable appearance, and immediately laughed, "I haven't taken a paintbrush for my husband for a long time. I can't imagine that my kung fu is so strange for so many years."

What he painted happened to be the colorful rose in the small garden. The color selection was not very good, and the petal treatment was not very good.

Well, generally speaking, the whole painting is not very good. "Don't give up the moon. When you are familiar with your husband, your painting skills will come up. At that time, you can draw a night market picture for your husband."

"Is that true?" Yue ziyue is talking. She really can't appreciate Yan MuQing's excellent works.

At this level, not to mention a masterpiece, she can't draw a simple landscape map. She can't expect a masterpiece in the future.

"Forget it. You can enjoy your paintings by yourself. I'll see them. I don't talk." You're a great young talent. You should let her father come and see for himself!

As the saying goes, Junzi Liuyi, she thought Yan MuQing could do anything, but there were also deceptions.

No one appreciates the paintings that have been injected with a lot of painstaking efforts. Yan MuQing is about to throw away the pen and licks her face to the edge of Yue ziyue's desk to watch her little wife's painting.

After watching my little wife's and then my own, it's really a bit ugly.

"Yue'er, I've heard from my second brother-in-law that you've been taught by your father-in-law since you were a child. You have a great style in painting. Since I was a child, I can only copy my own paintings. I don't have a teacher's church. I'm really not good at it. It's better to..."

Yan MuQing thinks of the four words "Lang Qing Qiyi". Although they are reversed, it doesn't matter. He doesn't mind.

"Not as good as what?" Yue ziyue wants to draw a new one. She picks up the hand of the flower pen and is hooked by Yan MuQing's unfinished words.

Also, was Yan MuQing selling miserably just now? Or is it cheating that she was taught to draw by her father? She frowned unconsciously.

Yan MuQing didn't know what she said, but it caused the opposite effect. She half encircled her little wife's shoulder, and said with a smile, "why don't you teach her to draw for her husband?"

This is how big face to say such shameless words!

Yue ziyue was stunned. Douda's ink drops fell on the rice paper. She was so surprised that she could hardly hold the brush on her hand.

She could hardly believe that Yan MuQing had said such shameless words.

She only heard that her father taught her little daughter to draw and write, her husband taught her mother to learn and increase the interest of her newly married daughter. She never heard that her wife taught her husband to draw?

Is Yan MuQing's brain cute?

Yue ziyue turns her body around and stares at Yan MuQing's eyes face to face. They are too close to each other, which makes her very uncomfortable.However, this also can't stop her to poke Yan MuQing's forehead, want to see if his brain has a bag.

"Do you envy my father for teaching me painting? Want to learn from my father? " She deliberately distorted Yan MuQing's meaning, looking at Yan MuQing's whole face distorted by her words.

It's not only Yan MuQing who can't bear it, but also her creator. When she thinks about that picture in her mind, the whole person is not good.

Her father, no matter how much he appreciates this young talent, when Yan MuQing dares to make this request, he will stick together, right?

I'm afraid that Yan MuQing will be in the same position as his second brother, five days a dozen, three days a dozen.

Yan MuQing poked her little wife's forehead, very speechless, "yue'er, I sincerely want to learn painting with you for my husband. We are husband and wife, and they should have common hobbies. Do you understand?"

"No! Aren't you a young talent? I'm used to self-study. I don't want to teach you. "

She wants to stick up Yan MuQing to push away, pushed for a long time, but also did not see Yan MuQing move, suddenly thought of a super classic words.

"If you want me to teach you how to draw, you have to be a teacher!" Young talent, No.1 scholar of new science is her little apprentice, hum

Thinking about the taste of being held up, Yue ziyue felt that the cloth cover was too wonderful.

Yan MuQing was angry smile, poked in front of the head has some red, hit the mouth, is a little Hun temperament.

He pressed his little wife's ear and said in a low voice: "Yueer, one day as a teacher and one life as a father, don't you want to be a father for your husband? Or, does Yueer want to try the love between teachers and students, which is against the criticism of the world? "

"Get out of the way!"