In the garden full of flowers, the chrysanthemums have begun to wither and wither. They have been blooming all autumn, and now there are only some remaining brilliance left. Fortunately, there are a few that have long blooms and are still blooming brilliantly.
I originally wanted to paint in the courtyard of Jiaofang Palace, but later I was afraid of being disturbed, so I came here with Hai You.
Although Haiyin didn't quite understand what it meant to be afraid of being disturbed, she knew that the chrysanthemums in the garden were blooming very well these days.
The garden is full of flowers, red like fire, yellow like gold, white like snow, and pink like clouds. They look even more charming against the backdrop of green leaves.
Looking from a distance, the flowers are clustered together, like a piece of colorful silk and satin.
Following Mu Yunsang's instructions, she made a pose of a beautiful woman holding a cattail leaf fan and sitting among the flowers. Hai You couldn't hide the joy on her face.
"Restrained, restrained, temperament, don't grin, purse your lips and smile lightly, don't show your smile, half cover your chin with a fan, yes, that's it, don't move, you know?"
It's been a long time since I painted. It's a job of patience. Mu Yunsang is very patient except for killing people, but he really lacks patience for other things.
But this boring harem life has to be passed away. Drawing pictures to cultivate your sentiments can also be regarded as prenatal education. Let the children come out and do things calmly and generously.
After drawing for an hour, the excited look on Hai Yu's face at the beginning was obviously replaced by impatience and pain.
Sitting motionless for an hour is really a very physically demanding task, even more strenuous than cleaning a yard.
"Master, are you still okay?"
"Just wait, it'll be fine."
She just needed to touch up the pen one last time, dipped it in rich green ink, and sketched a few strokes on the chrysanthemum branches. Looking at the work in her hand, she was quite satisfied. She hadn't painted in a long time, and although her skills were a bit lacking compared to those before,
But it's still within the satisfactory range.
Putting down the paintbrush, she waved to Haiyuan: "Come and have a look!"
Finally, she moved happily. When Hai You stood up, she felt that her waist was about to break. It turned out that it was not easy to pretend to be a lady.
But when I saw the lifelike pictures of flowers, birds and beauties, I just felt amazed.
so beautiful.
Although the chrysanthemums behind her are somewhat withered, the chrysanthemums in the painting are blooming as brightly as in autumn.
There are also several butterflies and birds painted on the chrysanthemums, and the whole painting suddenly comes to life. Although it is painted in autumn, it gives people a vibrant and spring flavor, just like the chrysanthemums that bloom in autumn.
, each one blooms into the warm sunshine of spring.
The court painter's well-groomed meticulous paintings are simply not worth mentioning compared to the princess's painting of flowers, birds and beauties.
What makes Haiyuan even more happy is that although she is wearing the uniform of a palace maid, her face is half-covered with a fan, slightly visible, her lips are pursed and she is smiling softly, and her head is bowed. She is clearly a dignified and elegant lady with outstanding temperament.
, the eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are all hers, but more vivid than her own, as if she has entered the flower-and-bird painting.
She loved it so much, and the suffering for that hour was well worth it.
"Master, that's great."
"Didn't you say that I want to frame my paintings? Forget about that casually sketched landscape painting. If you take it out and make fun of me and bring shame on me, let's send this one to be framed."
Hai You was so unhappy that she almost jumped up. She couldn't put it down and looked at the painting. She picked it up carefully and couldn't wait to go to the royal painting room.
Mu Yunsang looked at her happy back and smiled slightly. She really looked like a child, but she was just a painting, so happy like this.
She sat down alone and sketched the wall painting on the paper casually. The weather was very good and the wind was warm. She suddenly thought, if Chang Zirong had not shot down, where would she be now? In Hawaii and
Chang Zirong went on vacation and handed over the title of gold medal assassination boss to Chang Zirong.
That was the first man she wanted to give all her heart to, but she didn't expect that the passionate love would end in a miserable and clear ending.
Chang Zirong.
Chang Zirong!
When a huge shadow covered her from behind, she thought it was Hai Marriage who had returned. When she looked up, she saw Beichen Mofeng standing in front of the stone table, his tall body blocking the sunlight outside the pavilion.
A huge figure fell on the drawing paper, and the things she had sketched just now were also shrouded in shadow.
That was a person, a person that Mu Yunsang would definitely grab before him if he had another chance, a person that she would never forget until her death. Every stroke of her pen was not filled with yearning, but with hatred.
This person is called Chang Zirong in her eyes.
In Beichen Mofeng's eyes, the lifelike person in the painting in front of him is called Beichen Yixuan.
His complexion was as dark as if ink had been splashed on it.
His woman was actually painting his brother in broad daylight, painting his brother's eyebrows, eye contours, charm and posture so lifelike, as if this face, this person, had been engraved in her heart.
She was so focused on the painting that she didn't even notice him appearing for a long time. It wasn't until he entered the pavilion and got close to her that she noticed his presence.
She ignored him for another man.
Looking up at his face like an ink vat, and then looking down at his own paintings, Mu Yunsang seemed to understand something, but he didn't want to hide it. He just stood up and said lightly: "Good afternoon, Your Highness."
"What is your relationship with him?"
He asked coldly, no one can do it, and if it is Beichen Yixuan, it is absolutely impossible.
She glanced at the painting lazily and said, "He, Your Highness really wants to know?"
His eyes were cold and he said nothing.
"Then I'll tell you, he..."
"Shut up!"
Why, are you afraid of hearing the answer?
Back then he asked the woman with tears on her face: "Who do you choose, him or me?"
She said: "Your Highness really wants to know? I will tell you that I chose him!"
Such a familiar scene, it instantly stung his heart like a needle.
He didn't want to hear the answer.
But she completely ignored his warning and looked at the painting with a wandering hateful smile on her lips.