Situ Qing, who was about to leave, heard three more black lines hanging from his forehead when he heard about the chess and card pavilion. In order to avoid giving Ding Yaoyao a complete blow to death, he decided to help Ding Guiren get what she wanted as quickly as possible.
There were more than two hundred small pieces of wood mentioned. As for the weak heart that was accidentally hit by Ding Yaoyao, when he decided to get the small pieces of wood, he said hello without shame. The ancients said that it is a virtue not to be ashamed to ask.
Robbery, take out the tickets in your hand!
Situ Qing swore that he had never done anything faster than getting this small piece of wood. In less than half a day, he had already come in with a large bag of wood pieces. First, he pushed Ruoer aside in an airy manner, and then he fawned over her.
He looked at Ding Yaoyao: "Your Majesty, the small piece of wood has been prepared, what should we do next?" Situ Qing was so curious in his heart, Landlord? What kind of fighting? No swords, no spells, just this tattered look.
A pile of small pieces of wood?
Ding Yaoyao continued to sit in the pavilion under the tree in Qingshui Tower without raising her head, immersed in painting, but she was extremely anxious. She had been painting for so long, why couldn't she draw anything?
Ever since Ding Yaoyao was promoted to nobleman, he moved from Yixue Pavilion to Qingshui Tower, but now Ding Yaoyao seems to have no time to pay attention to Situ Qing. He can't even draw any pictures. I'm so worried.
Ruo'er on the side turned pale with pride. Situ Qing glanced at him and thought, her master is so powerful. In just a few days, she was promoted from a beauty to a noble. Suddenly, she thought that Ding Yaoyao was painting, and she didn't want to talk to Situ Qing's Ruo'er.
Reluctantly, she squeezed out a sentence: "Stand aside! Don't disturb the empress while she is painting!" This is the first time the empress has written since she entered the palace.
Situ Qing glanced at Ruo'er hesitantly and said, "Are you sure your mother-in-law is painting?" Oh my God! It was so horrible. The balls of ink on the snow-white silk cloth were stimulating his vision.
Nervous, if this is called painting, it can only be regarded as an unformed splash-ink painting at best. This is Situ Qing's best evaluation, and the worst evaluation is that the painting looks like a piece of shit...
"What's not certain? Situ Qing, you are tired of living! I am indeed painting, but damn... why is this small circle so difficult to draw? This small square is also so difficult to draw! Situ Qing, you come and draw
, let me tell you!" Ding Yaoyao, who was about to have a nervous breakdown due to this ancient ink pen, roared, "What a broken pen, can't the blunt peak of the pen be made sharper? At least make it look like China."
An ancient writing brush would also work. I really wonder how people here write.