Several bodyguards moved things upstairs. After Nangong Young Emperor had dinner with Xia Qianchen, he carried her upstairs to her "studio" and found some strange tools and clay.
Xia Qianchen casually took some clay in his hand and said, "Will you let me make ceramics?"
Young Emperor Nangong also dipped his fingers into some mud: "If it solidifies, you can also pull the leg out."
"..." Xia Qianchen, "I already said it was an accident. And I can make plaster statues, but that doesn't mean I can make porcelain statues..."
By the way, are there such things as porcelain statues?
Young Emperor Nangong raised his hand, and Rhodes came over and said, "It doesn't matter if Miss Xia doesn't know how to do it. Young Emperor Nangong can teach you."
"You teach me?" Xia Qianchen looked at him, "Can you make porcelain?"
"Try it."
"Have you done this before?"
"I've seen online videos. It's very simple."
"..."
"Miss Xia, put your hand here..." Rhodes picked up a mold and asked Xia Qianchen's right hand to go in through the entrance. The mold immediately automatically generated Xia Qianchen's hand lines and shapes.
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Rhodes picked up another mold and asked Nangong Young Emperor to put his left hand into it...
Xia Qianchen asked strangely: "What are we going to do?"
"hand."
"hand?!"
It turned out that what they wanted to make was a hand model. Xia Qianchen wanted to put it in a posture of holding something empty, with elegant and beautiful lines and slender fingers. Unfortunately, she had been working for many years and had many small calluses on her hands. Rhodes also
Generate them one by one.
Xia Qianchen's hand became a model, every part was made as realistic as possible, and the hand lines were exactly the same...
Xia Qianchen didn't understand: "Why do you make this kind of thing? Is there any special significance?"
Rhodes shrugged: "Maybe it doesn't make sense."
"Since it is meaningless, why waste time and energy."
“Ms.
process."
"This is a difficult technical job, is it really okay?"
"If you and Young Master Di work together, I believe there will be no problem."
Xia Qianchen was speechless...
Is this another quirk of Young Emperor Nangong? He likes to collect other people’s hands?!
But he seems to be planning to make his own hand too...
"Miss Xia, here are your apron and sleeves..."
Xia Qianchen picked up a set of light blue aprons, and Nangong Young Emperor had already put on a dark blue one.
Look at the pattern of the apron, they are a pair...
Young Emperor Nangong turned around and motioned for Xia Qianchen to tie the belt.
"You bought the mini size, right?"
"..."
"Your figure is too strong and you can't tie it on at all."
And because he was too tall, the apron reached to his thighs, making him seem to have shrunk, which was very funny.
Young Emperor Nangong raised his eyebrows: "You said I'm strong?"
"Well……"
"How can I be strong?" His sinister wolf eyes stared at her tightly.
"Maybe I used the wrong word. You are not strong. You are tall, strong, strong, and tall."
Young Emperor Nangong raised his eyebrows again: "Strong?"
"Why do you only listen to the part where the wrong words are used, and also listen to the parts where the words are used well?"
Young Emperor Nangong suddenly came over with a long stride.
Xia Qianchen was startled. He took the apron in his hand and put it on her body. He turned her body to help her tie it.
The waist is slender, and the straps are so redundant that you can tie them with a bow.
This is the difference between him and her. There is a natural disparity in strength and stature between men and women.
In his eyes, she was so petite that she couldn't hold it in his hands...
The night gradually deepened, and the rain outside the window made a pitter-patter sound.
The tools in front of Young Emperor Nangong were spinning. His hands were holding both sides of the clay, grasping its shape, and then shaping it according to his thoughts...
"Do you understand?"
"Let me try it!"
Xia Qianchen was eager to try it and had an inexplicable love for this kind of handicraft.
Young Emperor Nangong did not give up his position, spread his legs, and motioned for her to sit in the empty space between his legs.
Xia Qianchen hesitated for a moment and sat back.
Because of his smart mind and dexterous hands, Xia Qianchen was very good at learning, but he was not very good at mastering the shapes.
The man's body pressed against her back from behind, his strong arms surrounded her, and he put them on the back of her hands, leading her to grasp and appreciate...
"Isn't it fun?" His breath blew hot into her ears, making her ears and neck feel hot.
"Um."
"Is it easy?"
"fine."
The ambiguity and warmth in a room...
Since there are too many steps to make porcelain, tonight they just shaped the rough outline, then stretched, sharpened, replenished water, glazed, blown glaze, then painted the picture, covered it with a thin layer of glaze, and then fired it in the kiln.
Because there is no temperature-controlled kiln here, it will be sent to the factory by Rod for subsequent processing.
The sky is getting brighter, and among the countless failed products, there are a few finished products.
Young Emperor Nangong chose two relatively perfect ones and gave them to Rhodes.
Xia Qianchen sat in Nangong Young Emperor's arms and worked all night. She didn't feel tired at all. Because when she was learning painting, she would stand all day long, making plaster sculptures, and she would even stay in seclusion for two days without leaving the outside world...
Xia Qianchen has suffered a lot and is very capable of it.
Young Emperor Nangong asked: "Are you tired?"
"Not tired."
"So energetic?" He grabbed her chin and forced her to turn back and kiss him.
"Your hands are full of mud, and it's all on my face." Xia Qianchen subconsciously avoided his lips and pushed his face with her hands. As a result, the mud from her hands was imprinted on Nangong Young Emperor's face.
Young Emperor Nangong's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were cold and cold.
Xia Qianchen's movements paused: "I'm sorry, sir, are you okay? I... um..."
He kissed her suddenly, and while kissing her, he pushed his muddy hands into her clothes.
The sticky and wet feeling made her a little uncomfortable, and her body twisted subconsciously: "That's enough, okay... don't do this again... I won't be polite if you do this again..."
"..."
"I'm really not welcome!"
Xia Qianchen also put her hand into his chest and made countless finger prints.
Young Emperor Nangong smiled instead of being angry. One of his lips tilted up, full of charming and uninhibited flavor: "Cat's claws."
"Who do you think is the cat's paw...ah!"
Young Emperor Nangong suddenly grabbed a handful of mud, smeared it on her chest, and rubbed it through the mud.
Xia Qianchen's face turned slightly red, and not to be outdone, she grabbed a handful of mud and rubbed it back on his body...