"Haha, Zhang Qiang's eyes are very good. I might as well draw her." Lin Yanran deliberately wanted to tease him.
"Okay, Zhang Qiang, grind the ink!" Murong Che also found it interesting and ordered Zhang Qiang.
Zhang Qiang reluctantly began to grind his ink, complaining secretly. This guy is quite unruly, and he should be avoided in the future.
After trying many times, Yan Ran couldn't figure it out. This ink painting was fine for drawing landscapes, but it was not as easy for drawing figures as sketching. So she shouted:
"Zhang Qiang, burn me a piece of charcoal."
Zhang Qiang curled his lips helplessly, and when Murong Che also signaled him to go quickly, he had to find a dry branch, took out a fire stick, lit a small piece of fire, blew it out, and handed it to Lin Yanran.
Lin Yanran looked at Zhang Qiang's reluctant but helpless expression in a funny way and giggled. Murong Che also laughed loudly. Zhang Qiang followed him and had never heard of anyone else except the third prince. Now he was fooled by Lin Yixuan
Round and round.
"Yixuan, what kind of painting are you painting?" Murong Che watched Yan Ran draw a sketch on the painting with charcoal.
"sketch."
"sketch?"
"Yes, I also learned this from a master. Not bad, right?"
"Of course, haha, is this Zhang Qiang? Why doesn't he have eyes and mouth?"
"Master Lin, why don't you draw my eyes and mouth?" Zhang Qiang asked, staring at his portrait.
"It's not that I don't want to draw, I'm just thinking about what kind of expression I should draw, and I can't figure it out. You see how respectful you are when you meet Mr. Shangguan, but when you meet me, you act like you're eating people. I think
What should I draw it like?" Lin Yanran smiled mischievously: "Or should I draw it like a fierce god?"
"No, no. Mr. Lin, it was Zhang Qiang who was wrong. Please give Zhang Qiang a good painting. I don't have a portrait yet." Zhang Qiang scratched his hair and apologized in a low voice. Lin Yixuan's painting was indeed very good. Qing Qiang
With just a few strokes, he could outline his figure, which made him unable to put it down.
"Well, seeing that you have admitted your mistake, I will not hold you accountable. Zhang Qiang, are you going to use this painting to marry your wife?"
"Hahaha... Zhang Qiang is already twenty-one years old. It's time to find a wife. I'll keep an eye out to see if there's anyone suitable." After hearing this, Murong Che couldn't help it anymore. He pointed his folding fan at Zhang Qiang and started teasing him.
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"Sir, stop teasing me, and hurry up and paint for me." Zhang Qiang's impression of Yanran has greatly changed, and of course he doesn't dare to offend her any more.
While talking, Zhang Qiang's portrait had been completed. Murong Che took it over first, took Yanran's hand, and couldn't help but admire: "Yixuan, what a great painting, what a wonderful painting. How about you paint one for me too?"
Yanran pulled out her hand in embarrassment and smiled faintly: "I'll draw a picture for Brother Che right away."
It was not until dusk that the setting sun coated Yunsi Lake with a hazy and gorgeous golden color. Yanran saw that it was getting late and was afraid that her family would be worried if she went back late, so the three of them left this beautiful and charming Yunsi Lake.