The painting ends here. The artist's brush is here and he never starts painting again.
"Why don't you continue painting? Also, why don't you finish painting the child and jump over to paint me instead?" Xia Ziluo asked curiously, pointing to the painting.
The painter immediately put down his pen and replied tremblingly: "Princess, I really don't know how to write."
"This is strange. If we are ugly and you have to draw us into immortals, it makes sense that you don't know how to draw. But among our family, the prince is the most beautiful boy in the world, and the children are also lively and cute. Although I
Even though he is ordinary, he cannot be said to be ugly. What can embarrass you?" Xia Ziluo couldn't help pouting.
The painter's face turned a little pale, as if he was very frightened: "Back to the princess, Xiaguan is usually good at capturing dynamic scenes, but it is difficult to depict such static paintings at the moment."
"That's right!" Xia Ziluo nodded with sudden realization. She had also studied meticulous painting for several years and knew that everyone's painting habits are different.
So she turned her head and looked at Murong Xitian with pleading eyes: "The children just can't stay still, and the painter is not good at painting static images. Why don't we go to the garden or just play with the children in the yard?
Kill two birds with one stone!"
"It seems that you already have a plan?" Murong Xitian's eyes fell on the painter. As far as he knew, he did not have this requirement for his usual portraits.
The painter was so shocked that he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead repeatedly: "Why don't you just walk around the room... I will paint the portrait soon."
"Well, let's just stay in the room." Murong Xitian understood this and was no longer embarrassed.
Xia Ziluo thought it was good to be in the house, and quickly waved his hand to call the children: "Come here, let's play in dad's room for a while, and let the painter uncle continue to paint us pictures, okay?"
"Okay." Murong Xin smiled cutely.
Murong Ze suddenly suggested: "Mom, how about we play hide and seek?"
"No, how can you draw a portrait if you hide it?"
Murong Ze kept up his efforts: "How about, mother, let's play eagle and catch the chicken?"
"This..." Xia Ziluo secretly looked at Murong Xitian, and then shook his head instinctively without thinking, "It's not good, there are only three of us. If my mother becomes an eagle, no one will be the mother of the hen."
"There's a daddy!" Murong Xin's hand "swiped" and pointed at Murong Xitian who was standing aside listening to their discussion about what to play.
"Yes, we have a father, and he plays the role of an eagle!" Murong Ze clapped his hands.
Xia Ziluo broke out in a cold sweat and quickly pulled the children behind him: "Don't make trouble, how can daddy pretend to be an eagle and play such a child's game?"
"Mom can do it, why can't daddy?" Murong Xin asked innocently.
Xia Ziluo rubbed her head and replied naturally: "Because dad is an upright man and wants to do big things. And your dad is Prince Xiao. His words and deeds represent the royal prestige of the Splendid Dynasty, and even more so.
He is a role model for men in the world! That’s why he can’t act like a mother and play children’s games with you.”
"Mother, what is a model?" Murongze asked in confusion.
Xia Ziluo scratched the tip of her nose and said: "Kaifan is a person worth learning from, just like you respect the teacher and learn knowledge from the teacher. Men all over the world respect your father and want to learn from your father."
