180. Chapter 180 Really want to be together forever
Xia Ziluo was a little sad. She personally taught the children not to lie, but now she told a big lie to the children.
"Mom, I want it too!" Murong Ze enviously stretched out his hand and wrapped it around the little finger of Xia Ziluo's other hand.
So Xia Ziluo held Murong Xin with his left hand and Murong Ze with his right hand, and they pulled Gou Gou together.
"We agreed, if it doesn't change for a hundred years, if it changes, we'll be like pigs!" Murong Ze said in a milky voice, making Murong Xin laugh.
Murong Xitian, who was standing aside, looked a little fascinated. He was infected by the warm scene between her and the child, and his mood lifted up unconsciously.
Only Xia Ziluo's smile was a little stiff, but he couldn't let the children see it.
Or, let's consider this a white lie for now.
Xia Ziluo put the unsolvable problems behind her like an ostrich and stopped worrying about them for the time being.
"Your Majesty, it's time to start." At this time, the painter had prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones and stepped forward to ask for instructions.
Murong Xitian regained his composure: "Well, let's get started."
So, a family of four stood together, waiting for the artist to paint a portrait.
They stood together randomly. Because the children were closer to Xia Ziluo, they subconsciously surrounded Xia Ziluo. One was on the left and the other on the right, so they separated Xia Ziluo and Murong Xitian.
After seeing this, the painter felt that the portraits drawn from this stance were not good-looking, and wanted to remind them to change their stance but did not dare.
So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and write cautiously.
As a result, his speed slowed down and he always seemed hesitant when picking up his pen.
"Mom, how long will it take?" Murong Xin was at her most playful age. She stood rigidly for a while and lost her patience.
Murong Ze was the same: "Mom, I want to eat candied haws."
Xia Ziluo had a headache after hearing this, and looked at Murong Xitian with embarrassment: "It's really hard for them to let them stand motionless like this."
It would be great if you had a camera. Just move your fingers a few times to look at the shutter, and you can take a lot of photos.
But now a stick of incense has passed and the painter has not yet painted a portrait.
"This is true for all portraits. Even when your Majesty's portrait is being painted, His Majesty has to sit upright and wait." Murong Xitian didn't think there was a problem with this, but he also understood that what Xia Ziluo said was the truth.
"Alas." Xia Ziluo sighed.
Then she walked to the painter curiously, wanting to see how much he had painted. If the children were finished, she let them play while she and Murong Xitian continued standing.
When the portrait was ready, she would ask the children to come and see it.
As a result, Xia Ziluo walked to the painter and saw that Murong Xitian was the only one who had just been painted. He couldn't help stroking his forehead and sighing.
This is too slow, but——
The artist's painting skills are so superb that Murong Xitian in the painting seems to be alive - his smooth and white face is full of sharp edges and coldness; under the long and slightly drooped eyelashes, it shines like the bright moon.
Deep eyes; tall nose bridge, perfect lip shape...
Even the most difficult-to-capture charm is brought to life through the artist's hand, with no loss of noble and elegant temperament.
She really wanted to see what she would look like in the painting. As she grew older, she rarely even took photos, let alone such a labor-intensive portrait.
But in the picture, only Murong Xitian has been painted, and she and the children on the other side are not unpainted. Murong Ze, standing between the two, just drew a simple outline, while she has already drawn more on the outline.
