"You can tell at a glance that this painting was not drawn with ordinary ink." Han Qi turned around and walked to the sandalwood desk without comment. He placed the sketch flatly on the desk and took out a pair of his own paintings for comparison.
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"It's not like ink or paint..." Han Qi's originally confused voice was blown away by the wind and became soft and smooth.
Han Qi frowned and stared at the sketch, pursing his lips from time to time, as if to hint that she would tell him. But Lan Duoduo's character is like this, the more you want to know, the more she will tell you.
The wind blew gently, and the rockery water flowed outside the hall, making a gurgling sound. The room in the hall was quiet. He finally raised his head and smiled, like a gem shining, filling the room with light, and then came out plain but warm words.
"Give me this painting!"
"Okay!" She didn't hesitate at all. The painting was of him, so she treated it as if it was painted for him. She smiled slightly, and then said: "But Han Qi, don't you want to know what strokes I used to draw it?
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"Is that girl willing to tell me?" he said, his eyes like spring water in a river, with clear waves.
"This is called a sketch, and it was drawn with this charcoal pen!" Lan Duoduo said, taking out a homemade charcoal pen that he carried with him from his sleeve and extending it to Han Qi's eyes.
Han Qi took it and drew on the white paper curiously. He was immediately surprised. This is so amazing! There is such a brush.
"May I ask, girl, where did this money come from?"
"I made it myself!" Lan Duoduo answered unabashedly, with a smile in her eyes, confident and proud.
The expression on Han Qi's face was obviously unbelievable, and he looked at her with a floating look.
"I can make more beautiful brushes and paints by myself, Han Qi, how about we make a deal?" Lan Duoduo's eyes shone with shrewdness and wisdom, falling on Han Qi, which made Han Qi's heart shake.
Shocked.
"What deal?" Han Qi asked directly, looking at her without blinking.
"I'm going on a trip with my father these days. How about you accompany us and help me paint the scenes of our trip? I'll give you a lot of paintbrushes." She made the conditions clear, looked at him with a smile, and waited for him.
reply.
Han Qi frowned and hesitated for a while. If he agreed to her, the principle he had set would be ruined. But she said that she could make more beautiful pigments, which really attracted him!
"Han Qi, if you follow me to travel, you may be able to generate different inspirations. If a painter wants to paint otherworldly works, doesn't he need inspiration? Your paintings are indeed good, but unfortunately they are still poor.
To give you an artistic touch, let’s take your peonies. Why did you abandon them after painting them half way? You must be dissatisfied yourself!" His arrogance was revealed in one sentence, and Han Qi had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Because when you have a weakness, you will inevitably be caught. Today, his principles were broken by a little woman! Was it because of her words or because of her conditions? Maybe it was neither.
In front of the desk, he was wearing a dark brown brocade robe, his hair was tied with plum branches, and his eyebrows were melodious. He exuded the temperament of an artist and the aura of a human being.
The sun shone in through the door and windows of the palace, and the room was filled with golden light. He asked softly: "I wonder what you call the girl? When will I travel with you?"
"My name is Lan Duoduo. I'll be waiting for you at the Sweetheart House on Chengdong Second Street tomorrow at 9 o'clock!"
"It turns out to be Princess Yi, Han is rude!" Han Qi didn't expect her identity and thought she was the daughter of some minister. His eyes became dim and a trace of disappointment flashed across his face.
"Don't call me Princess Yi, can you call me by my name?"
"Name? That's not good!" Han Qi lowered his head slightly, looking a little embarrassed.
"Forget it, call me whatever you want! It's just a title." Lan Duoduo has never adhered to these etiquette, but after all, this is not Lan Ling Country, and their identities are also very different. If one of them is not the same, it will be talked about and cause unnecessary disputes.
No.
"Okay, it's time for me to go back, I'm exhausted!" After Lan Duoduo said that, she turned around and walked out of the palace. She had to leave the palace and return home! Besides, if a man and a woman stay together in the same room for too long, they will be criticized.
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"Han Qi, remember not to be late tomorrow!" Everyone walked out of the hall, but they didn't forget to turn around and remind them.
"Okay!" A voice sounded from behind. Han Qi looked at the disappearing figure and shook his head and chuckled. Everyone called him Painter Han, but this little girl could still call him by his name, Han Qi after Han Qi.
So of course.
Who will become the tip of the pen that he longs for day and night, turning into paintings on the abandoned road? Perhaps it is destined that she is his artistic breath.
The next day, the wind was gentle and the sun was beautiful, and the sky was blue.
Lan Duoduo was wearing casual clothes. When she and Lan Emperor Liu Jun stepped out of the gate of Prince Yi's Mansion, they saw a gorgeous carriage parked in front. A guard standing in front of the carriage bent down and saluted them. Lan Duoduo was wondering.
, I thought it was Du Zihao and Du Zirui.
The car curtain was slightly opened, only a folding fan was visible, and then Han Qi's handsome and picturesque face.
"What? You're surprised?" Han Qi raised a smile on his lips, slightly revealing his white teeth.
"I was afraid that Princess Yi would forget to take me with her, so I came to Prince Yi's Mansion to wait in person!" Han Qi added humorously, as if he knew what she wanted to ask.
Lan Duoduo shook his head in a funny way. He would not forget to bring anyone with him. He really didn't expect that a painter who has high demands on himself would say such funny things.
Today, Han Qi is wearing a snow-white robe, a powder blue lining, and a flower and vine pattern on the collar. Anyone who doesn't know his identity can feel his artistic atmosphere.
"What? The princess doesn't want to?" Seeing Lan Duoduo's eyes fixed, Han Qi got off the carriage, walked up to her and Lan Huang, and asked in a soft and unique voice.
"Painter Han is joking, my little girl is so surprised!" Lan Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled politely.
"Han Qi, your behavior is too extraordinary for ordinary people, but I admire it very much, and you can compare with me!" Lan Duoduo smiled heartily, and patted Han Qi on the shoulder after speaking, looking like a ghost and elf, provoking
Han Qi's eyes stared at her brightly.
"Dad, let's go!" Lan Duoduo unconsciously looked away and smiled at Lan Huang.
"Where are Prince Chu and the others? Are we going to meet her now?" He didn't see Du Zihao. Lan Huang felt very strange. He offered to go with them for a commission, so why didn't he show up?
"Dad, why are you so disappointed? Isn't Han Qi already in our group? Doesn't he have to go with Prince Chu? There are so many of them, and only Zi Rui, a tour guide, wants to join us. He can't take care of us, let alone Han Qi.
Qi is also from Xiao Zhanguo, he can be our tour guide!" Lan Duoduo spoke softly to Lan Huang with the squeamishness of a little daughter. In fact, she didn't want to be with Du Zihao, she wanted to get rid of him.