Long Fuyue hurriedly threw a large silver coin on the table and said generously: "No need to look for it." With the courtesy of the waiter, he followed in the footsteps of his senior brother...
In the capital of Tianxuan Kingdom,
The entrance to the Princess's Mansion is still as depressed as ever.
In the side hall where Long Fuyue once lived, there are drawings on the table, and these drawings are all of the same woman. Some are shy, some are smiling, some are angry, and some are feigning anger.
Various expressions, various postures... There is a song written under each portrait, and those lyrics are exactly what Long Fuyue once sang. He has a very good memory, and he has memorized them all...
The night was already very late. Feng Qianyu stood in front of the case, still painting. He sketched the woman in detail, and the woman in his painting had already penetrated into his bones. So in a short time, the woman's appearance came to life in his painting...
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The little fox was lying next to him and had slept for a long time. When he opened his sleepy fox eyes, he saw that he was still painting. He couldn't help but curled up his pointed mouth and said, "Hey, I said you are really a fool. You paint."
Just make one and let the painter copy it. Is it necessary to paint so day and night? There are so many city gates to be posted, how many do you need to paint? Alas, it is a pity that there is no printing technology in your era, otherwise printing would be faster.
some……"
He poked at the portraits with his little paws and said a few times: "I didn't expect your painting skills to be so good. Well, your handwriting is also very good. You are really an all-rounder. Much better than that girl."
.That day I saw her writing with my own eyes, and the words were written like a dog crawling..."
Feng Qianyu trembled slightly and looked up at it: "Did you see her writing? Then where are the words she wrote?"
The little fox rummaged around the house and finally found a paper ball in a corner. He handed it to Feng Qianyu: "Look, this is the menu she gave me when she first came to the Princess's Mansion..."
Feng Qianyu took it and unfolded it. There were really some menus that needed to be purchased... Long Fuyue had never used a writing brush in modern times, and the writing with a writing brush here was better than that of the unlearned Wei Xiaobao.
Not much. It can be summed up in eight words: crooked and horrible.