When I spread the paper, I saw a picture of a jade girl appearing in front of her.
The brushwork and outlined techniques of holding the pen are surprisingly similar to her techniques.
Seeing her face with a shocked expression, the expression was even more shocking than when she saw a tiger appearing.
Xiaowu and Lan Yin couldn't help but come up and their eyes fell on the paintings spread out in Xin Mo'er's hand.
Suddenly, the two of them had red cheeks and they quickly retreated to the side.
Seeing the mysterious appearance of the two of them, Feng Qingyu also came over to see what it was, which could change the color of Xiao Wu, who had always been calm.
When Xin Mo'er saw a picture of a naked and charming jade girl lying on the bed in her hand, her face suddenly changed and she was about to grab it, "You little girl, look at what you do! Be careful to learn bad things!"
Xin Mo'er turned around and let him snatch it up. He looked at him with suspicion and asked, "You?"
When Nangong Yun first saw her picking up the things she had fallen, his heart tightened and was about to come over, but suddenly changed his mind. He wanted to see what expression she had when she saw this painting.
Sure enough, she knew this painting.
This painting is very similar to the painting technique of the beautiful man's swinging flower cluster picture she drew when he first met her at the Xu Palace, and it almost matched.
It is not difficult to see that it should be a masterpiece from the same writer.
Feng Qingyu didn't understand what she was saying, frowned and immediately rejected, "How could it be mine! How could I carry such a turbid eyeball on me? It won't make people laugh when it is spread."
Seeing that her eyes were locked on this painting, she continued, "How can you, a girl, stare at this painting? Since you don't know who it is, just burn it. Maybe it's lost here by passing by who sheltered from the rain like us."
Passerby, lost?
Xin Mo'er thought silently in her heart, always feeling that it was impossible.
There is no such coincidence in the world.
Xiao Wu, who was carrying it over, thought to himself that the little princess is indeed different from other women. She is so bold that she is the number one person in the world who looks at this picture in front of so many people.
Nangong Yun moved two steps and was about to speak, but Feng Qingcang interrupted, "This is mine."
Nangong Yun paused and his cold eyes swept over.
Feng Qingcang raised his eyebrows and ignored his anger.
Xin Mo'er raised her head and glanced at Feng Qingcang in confusion. She remembered that she had painted him a painting that was exactly the same a few months ago. At that time, he was very angry and ruined it on the spot. Why did he suddenly bring this painting with him now?
And the technique was really similar to hers, which almost made her think that this painting was made by her own hands.
Xiaowu and Lanyin were shocked, and both thought there was something wrong with their ears.
In their perception, their prince has never been close to women, and he will not carry such pictures... such as pictures that cannot be raised.
Of course, except for the little princess.
"Didn't you painted such a painting for me a few months ago? I ruined it at that time, but after that, I missed it very much, so I took the pen and learned your template and painted it again." Feng Qingcang's expression was faint, completely ignoring the surprise of others at him.
Xin Mo'er's face suddenly turned red. She didn't expect Feng Qingcang to bring such a thing to the front and say that there are people around her. Moreover, she is a person with extraordinary relationship with her.
When Feng Qingyu heard that Xin Mo'er had painted this kind of painting for Feng Qingcang before, he felt mixed feelings and didn't believe it at first, but when he saw Xin Mo'er's red face, he couldn't help but disbelieve it.
Yes, this little girl has never done anything shocking. In his opinion, this kind of thing is not a big deal. However, it still made him feel a little confused and raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "Mo'er, he is your father. How could you give him such a painting? If you want to give it, it would be for your uncle, right?"
Xin Mo'er felt that he had done everything and was not afraid of what others said. So he looked at her, so he raised his head and said with a smile, "If my uncle likes it, Mo'er will draw a few more pictures a day and send them to your palace."
"Okay." Feng Qingyu responded happily.
The two hit it off.
Feng Qingcang's lukewarm words floated over, "It's time to draw a few more paintings for you, the Ninth Emperor, and send them to the palace where he lives. There are so many eyes and ears in the palace, and the paintings you gave will definitely be passed to your Grandpa's ears. Your Grandpa will think that your Ninth Emperor misses a woman, so it's not bad to ask him for a princess and a concubine."
When Feng Qingyu heard this, his face, which had just been excited, suddenly became gloomy and said in distress, "Forget it! You'd better not want it."
Nangong Yun's eyes were locked on Xin Mo'er's face and reminded, "I'm afraid this painting was not painted in recent months. Looking at the paper, it should have been more than ten years of experience."
When Xin Mo'er heard this, she remembered the key point. She shook the paper in her hand and asked Feng Qingcang, "Father, this paper is not a new quality. Did the father know that Mo'er could draw such paintings for his father ten years ago, so the father painted them in advance?"
So magical?
Xin Moer doesn't believe this.
Feng Qingcang said calmly, "This paper is the paper I put in the bottom of the box. It has been kept in the study for decades and has never been used. Last time I went to the study, I happened to have a shortage of paper, so I took out the paper that was sealed at the bottom of the box."
Nangong Yun slightly closed his eyes, "Then what do you say about the pen and ink on it? This ink is old."
"At that time, some tea was accidentally sprinkled in the ink, and the color of the word became like this." Feng Qingcang stopped talking, and suddenly took the drawing paper in Xin Mo'er's hand and threw it directly into the fire. In less than a second, it turned into a pile of dust.
Although it seemed to be so casual, it was mixed with dark force. In addition, Nangong Yun unexpectedly, the painting was destroyed, without any trace.
"You can speak well." Nangong Yun regretted it very much. He had cherished that painting for decades and was the only gift she left to him. Now it's gone...
In fact, there are many ways to identify the authenticity of a painting's duration, but Feng Qingcang would not give him such a chance, but instead directly destroyed the painting.
Feng Qingcang's character, he should have expected it, and should have taken precautions early.
"Haha." Feng Qingcang chuckled twice, not saying anything.
Xin Mo'er always feels that every time Feng Qingcang talks with Nangong Yun, she will hold a gun and a stick. She looks like an old friend for many years, but she is like an enemy.
(No gold medal, no comments, I am worried about it. They are all bad and lustful, wuwu... There will be another update in a while.ps: I will update tomorrow. I will try to advance the time for posting later. I am a little busy recently and I am sorry. If I have been busy for this time, I will fix the time for posting. Please forgive me.)