"Mr. Yun, what's wrong with this young lady?" Wu Qingmei looked at Yun Jing and asked, asking her doubts face to face. Her current image and temperament were not at all out of place. She was straightforward and unlike other ladies.
So tactful and coy.
I don't blame her for asking, after all, strangers have to greet each other when they meet, and they will do things directly when they arrive.
Yun Jing prepared the pen and ink tools and said with a smile: "Miss Ye is so worried, there is no place where she has not treated her well."
"In that case, why didn't Mr. Yun sit down and drink a cup of tea first? I heard Mr. Wu say that Mr. Yun's knowledge was the only one he had ever seen in his life. He described you as unparalleled in the sky and on earth. The little girl was also heartbroken and wanted to get to know Yun.
Is it difficult for a great talent like the Young Master not to be given this opportunity?" Wu Qingmei looked at Yun Jing Luoluo Dafang said again, with a bit of curiosity in his eyes, as if he really didn't know Yun Jing and only came here because of a friend's introduction.
It's like being able to meet.
Yun Jing had to admire how well she acted. If she didn't know the whole story, she would have thought it was the first time the two met.
Moreover, she has a good grasp of the words and deeds of different statuses. When she was Wu Changkong, she was extremely knowledgeable and humble and polite. When she was Ye Ling, she behaved calmly and grandly. She was not as graceful and delicate as ordinary women. Anyway, they all have their own characteristics.
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'Although I don't know why, I always feel that 'Ye Ling' is a bit 'aggressive' at this time...'
Muttering in his heart, Yunjing kept preparing tools and said: "It's not that I don't have time to drink a cup of tea and chat, and it's not that I don't want to get acquainted with Miss Ye. It's just that the imperial examination is coming soon, so I have to seize every moment to review my homework in order to succeed.
I want to get a good ranking and be loyal to others. I have no choice but to seize the time to fulfill my promise to my friend. Please understand Miss Ye."
Did he come here just because of his promise to his friend? Hearing this, Wu Qing murmured with an eyebrow.
For some reason, she suddenly didn't like the character "Wu Changkong". It would be great if "she" and Yun Jing became friends.
Even Wu Qingmei had the urge to show off her cards at this time, but such thoughts only flashed through her mind.
Opposite Yun Jing paused for a moment and continued: "And Miss Ye, don't listen to Brother Wu's exaggeration. It's too flattering to say that I'm rare in the sky and unparalleled on earth. I can't take it seriously. I'm just a little scholar. I'm very ordinary. Once caught,
A lot of that”
If I hadn't known you so well, I would have almost believed you. Your knowledge puts me to shame, and your painting skills are recognized by countless younger students in Dali as the master of painting. Your martial arts cultivation is a mystery, and just being able to travel in the void is like being in the realm of freedom.
, is this just ordinary? There are a lot of talented people like this, could you please help me catch a few of them?
Wu Qingmei, who looked calm on the surface, almost rolled his eyes. However, Yunjing spoke very naturally and matter-of-factly without being overly modest at all. It made people not feel that he was deliberately being too low-key. Yunjing had this kind of thing in him anyway.
Inexplicable appeal, if I had to describe it, it would be full of affinity, and it is easy to convince people.
"Master Yun, why should you belittle yourself? You should know that Mr. Wu is so happy when he mentions you. You are not as ordinary as you said." Wu Qingmei shook her head and chuckled. That smile was like the rising sun that filled the room with radiance. It was so beautiful.
Square things.
Yun Jingxin said that this girl... Well, this woman can kill people. Her beauty is unique and offensive. I'm afraid if you don't pay attention, people will break their defenses and fall in love with her pomegranate skirt.
Below, it is like the most gorgeous peony blooming among the flowers. It does not compete with others in beauty, but it outshines the others and attracts the most attention.
Thoughts flashed in his mind, Yun Jing no longer dwelled too much on this topic, but changed the topic and said: "Can we start now? Oh, by the way, I wonder how big the painting is that Ms. Ye wants to draw?"
She felt that Yunjing didn't know her, so she changed her identity to get to know Yunjing from another angle. However, Yunjing knew her details, but he pretended not to know her and cooperated with her, but in fact, his heart was like a mirror, let alone
, quite fun.
At this time, Wu Qingmei got to know Yun Jing from another angle. She worked seriously and was not moved by beauty. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she did not understand the charm. It was not that she was arrogant. Based on her current appearance, if it were any other man,
I am afraid that I will even forget what I came here for. I will definitely try my best to spend more time with myself, instead of wanting to finish things early and leave like Yunjing.
So how can you impress such a person?
This idea suddenly popped up in her mind, and Wu Qingmei was almost startled, but she didn't reject it. After all, the other party was suspected of being in the happy realm.
Quickly putting aside these unrealistic thoughts, Wu Qingmei no longer struggled with spending more time with Yunjing in his current status. Too much seemed too deliberate.
At the same time, she felt a little melancholy in her heart. She was about to leave. Will there be a chance to meet again in the future? Even if she is the king of a country and returns to that position, there are not many opportunities to gain freedom...
Correcting her mentality, she said: "In terms of length, how about making it as large as possible? But will this trouble Mr. Yun too much?"
"It's not troublesome. The bigger the page, the easier it is to draw. But I didn't prepare too much paper..." Yun Jing smiled and said hesitantly. At this moment, he started to prepare ink.
"The paper girl has been prepared by someone and can be used at any time." Wu Qingmei thought for a while and said with embarrassment. No matter how calm she was, it was always a bit rude to invite someone to paint with so many requirements.
Yunjing said indifferently: "Okay, then let's use the paper prepared by Miss Ye."
The largest drawing paper he brought was only three feet square, which was not too small. It was more than enough to draw a picture, but since the other party wanted to make it larger, it didn't matter, it didn't take much effort.
Technical matters are not a problem for Yunjing. What he is not good at is creation...
Then under the signal from Wu Qingmei's eyes, a waiting maid soon brought a roll of drawing paper. The paper was white and thick, not cheap at first glance, and it was more than one meter long when rolled up.
Yunjing: "..."
After pondering for a moment, Yunjing looked at the Bafang table next to him and said with a smile: "I didn't bring a special easel here. I'm afraid this Bafang table is a bit too small to spread out the paper."
"It doesn't matter, the little lady will ask someone to change her to a larger desk. I hope Mr. Yun doesn't think that the little girl is trying too hard." Wu Qingmei said calmly on the surface, but she was worried in her heart.
There is no way, as the king of a country, she would not be like this when facing the mythical realm, but who makes Yunjing suspect that he is in the free realm? He is a legendary figure, so he has to be careful to guess the other party's attitude.
As for Yunjing saying that he was only in the later stages of life, Wu Qingmei simply ignored it.
This was already prepared. Yun Dingding nodded and said, "That's okay."
Soon the eight-square table in the pavilion was moved away and replaced with a solid wood desk that was one foot long and nearly two meters wide.
Yunjing got up and drew on the paper, unfolded it and spread it on the desk. The paper was actually two meters long and one meter wide, taking up most of the desk area.
It doesn't matter, it's easier to carry around if it's bigger.
Pressing the drawing paper with a paperweight, Yunjing looked at Wu Qingmei and asked: "Miss Ye, do you want to start now, or do you want to prepare?"
"How to prepare?" Wu Qingmei asked curiously. In the past, people had painted for her, but she had never been asked to prepare.
Yun Jing was speechless. He thought to himself that he had to dress better and pose for a photo. Although it was not impossible to take a casual photo, it would not achieve the desired effect.
After thinking for a while, Yun Jing asked: "I wonder what style Miss Ye wants to paint? Graceful and majestic, small and beautiful, ladylike, lazy and charming? Or youthful and beautiful? Or ascetic... Well, that is to say, do you want to leave something in the painting?
I can give you some suggestions on what style to choose."
After all, I specialize in painting for people. It's not as casual as selling paintings for a tael of silver on the ship.
Wu Qingmei didn't expect there to be so much emphasis on painting, so she thought for a while and said, "Why don't you trouble Mr. Yun to take care of it?"
"That's okay," Yun Jing nodded nonchalantly.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Is there a Xiang Fei chair? It's a spacious one that allows people to recline on it. I think it will look great if Miss Ye reclines on it and freezes it on paper."
"Yes, I'll have someone prepare it right away." Wu Qingmei nodded and said with great interest. After all, before, others didn't dare to pay so much attention to painting for her. They all improvised by themselves. Well, the painting was not good.
That's another accident...
Soon a beautiful deck chair was brought in. It looked like a small bed. Although the space in the pavilion was large enough, with the large desk and this deck chair, it seemed a bit crowded.
You can only stand outside.
"What should I do next?" Wu Qingmei asked after the small bed-like recliner was brought in.
Yunjing looked at the lotus pond courtyard outside the pavilion and the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, then he stepped over and adjusted the angle of the Xiangfei chair, and then put the soft cushion against one end.
After sorting it out for a while, he looked at Wu Qingmei and said, "Miss Ye, please lie down on it. Well, if it's inconvenient, forget it. In fact, you can draw whatever you want."
It was a bit disrespectful in this era to let a woman lie down in front of her. Yunjing also had to take care of her mood, wasn't she?
The palace maid outside the pavilion's eyes flickered and she wanted to speak but she was stopped by Wu Qingmei without a trace.
She first sat on the Xiang Fei chair, then lay down casually, and asked Yun Jing: "Is that so? What happens next?"
The corners of Yunjing's mouth twitched, "Sister, you are sleeping. You can do whatever you want with a casual trip. There is no sense of beauty at all."
Then he suddenly thought of a profession he had in his previous life, called photographer. It was so similar at this time. It seems that some people said that photographers have a lot of benefits when they take photos of women, and they can even get started...
Stop, stop, Yunjing immediately shook off such thoughts, and began to adjust Wu Qingmei's posture with words: "Miss Ye, first of all, you have to face my direction, yes, that's it, support your cheek with your left hand, um, yes,
Ears exposed, hair, put a strand of hair on the chest, okay, that's it, right hand, there should be something in the right hand, just this book, you want to read, don't look at me, bend your right hand back,
Don't block the waist curve, okay, put your left leg down and put it outside the recliner, bend your right leg and retract it a little, okay, that's it."
Wu Qingmei was extremely cooperative and let Yun Jing do whatever he wanted.
The words helped her adjust her posture, but Yunjing did not dare to take action. After finishing, she took a few steps back and took a look. She was quite satisfied. Both her body and the angle of the sunlight were almost in ideal condition.
After taking one look, Yunjing's heart jumped slightly instinctively and he stopped looking any further.
It is true that Wu Qingmei's posture at this time is too alluring, with a bit of coquettishness in her grace, droopy eyes, and a bit of laziness in concentration. In addition, the undulating curves of her hot figure are vividly displayed. This
Even the clouds and scenery in this scene made my heart beat faster.
There is no way, after all, he is a normal man with strong blood, and it has nothing to do with sentimental feelings. The main reason is that the other person is too horny.
Suddenly, Yunjing hurriedly felt the coldness behind him. Without turning around, he 'saw' with his mind that the maid outside the pavilion was looking at him with an unkind look, but it was only fleeting.
Those maids were the maids of the Sanluo Dynasty. When had they ever seen their Majesty allow a man to be so 'frivolous'? But Wu Qingmei didn't say anything. They dared not speak out, and were even worried. They wouldn't think about it afterwards.
Was he quietly silenced?
Not paying attention to this, Yunjing instead muttered subconsciously: "It seems like there's still something missing."
"Oh? Mr. Yun, don't you think this is enough? What's missing?" Wu Qingmei heard this and asked subconsciously.
In fact, Wu Qingmei's heartbeat was a little faster at this moment, and her cheeks showed a hint of pink. No matter how graceful she was, she was still the king of a country. She had never shown such a side in front of a man. Although it was uncomfortable,
But she didn't reject it.
There is even a slight hint of excitement...
The words had already been spoken, Yunjing, with a perfectionist mentality, thought for a while and said bravely: "There is something wrong. I think Miss Ye's skirt is very beautiful. It would be better if she could adjust it a little."
Just expose one leg and take off your shoes. That would be more perfect. Ahem, I just said that. Miss Ye doesn’t need to take it seriously. I also know that it is too embarrassing."
As he said this, Yunjing realized that he had gone too far, so he promptly changed his words.
However, art naturally has to reflect the beautiful side, right? Unfortunately, the current era is too conservative, especially for a lady like 'Ye Ling', no matter what requests she makes, it is not strange at all to even be beaten out of Yunjing with a stick.
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No, the eyes behind him were like knives. Fortunately, he changed his words in time.
I really envy the photographers in my previous life, who let girls do whatever they want, wear as much as they can, and still get used to it...
Wu Qingmei's cheeks turned pinker while she was lying on her back. She bit her lips lightly. She didn't know whether Yun Jing said that intentionally or unintentionally. Somehow, her heart skipped a beat and her watery eyes looked a little aggressive.
Glancing at Yun Jing, the seductive Yu Jieyin said: "Master Yun, is this true?"
As she said that, she put down the book with her right hand and lifted up the hem of her skirt little by little. As the hem of her skirt was lifted up, her feet wearing gold and red embroidered shoes were exposed, then her snow-white ankles, and then her graceful legs.
The calves rose little by little to the knees, and even the round and white thighs above the knees were exposed a little.
At the same time, she rested her left foot outside the lounge chair. With a slight exertion, the embroidered shoes on her feet fell to the ground. Her feet were small, her toes were as round and cute as silkworm babies, and her toenails were still bright red.
After this set of actions, Wu Qingmei kept looking at Yun Jing, moving slowly with a smile on her lips, and even stretched out her pink tongue to lick her lips. It was obvious that her heartbeat was racing and she was extremely nervous, but there was a hint of teasing in her eyes.
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Looking at Wu Qingmei like this, even though Yun Jing's concentration is as strong as a mountain, her breathing is stagnant and she will die. Is she trying to tease me?
I didn’t expect you to be such Empress Sanluo!
Boys should protect themselves when they go out. I said don’t take it seriously. It’s her who wants to do that. Just take a look, um, take another look.
Those legs are so long, white, and beautiful. If you could hold those little feet in your hands...
Whispering in her heart, Yun Jing could clearly feel the other person's heart beating like thunder. After all, the rise and fall of her chest couldn't deceive anyone.
What the hell is this? He’s both good and fun-loving?
Humph, woman, you are playing with fire!
After gathering his thoughts and looking at it for a few times, Yun Jing nodded and said, facing the knife-like gaze behind him: "Yes, that's it, it's okay, it's just right, and it won't be pretty if you go any higher."
Are you still thinking about painting?
Wu Qing's eyebrows were filled with astonishment, and he asked unexpectedly: "Does it look good?"
After saying this, she regretted it, but it was too late to take it back.
"It's beautiful," Yun Jing said calmly, and then added: "I'm determined to freeze this beautiful side of Miss Ye on paper forever. Thousands of years later, you will still be so gorgeous."
Not daring to continue, Wu Qingmei stopped, and changed the subject without leaving a trace: "I'm troublesome Mr. Yun over there."
God, what have I done? How could I be like this? I actually lifted up my skirt and let him see my legs and feet. This is simply...
Wu Qingmei was a little confused at this moment, as if in a dream. How could he be so bold?
Yun Jing had already achieved the effect he wanted. With his photographic memory, he had already imprinted the best picture in his mind. He couldn't help but take another look, forced himself to turn around and walked towards the desk and said, "Miss Ye, that's it."
"Huh?" Wu Qingmei was stunned and didn't understand. When he looked up, he found that Yun Jing had already begun to write with a pen, his expression was focused, and he didn't even look at himself again.
Why didn't he react at all? Did he really just want to achieve the effect of painting?
And when painting, shouldn't you maintain one posture and movement for a long time? What do you mean, it's okay, and then you don't look at it again?
While her thoughts were swirling, Wu Qingmei also breathed a sigh of relief. Then she quietly put down her skirt. After a moment, she stood up and quietly walked to Yunjing and stood behind him.
On the table, rice paper is spread out and pressed with a paperweight. There are various paints and more than a dozen brushes beside it. Yunjing holds the brush in one hand and his sleeve in the other, focusing on the painting, completely silent in the painting.
Wu Qingmei looked at his freehand movements, then looked at his focused expression, pursed her lips slightly, and watched quietly without disturbing her. She even had the idea in her mind that it would be nice if she could continue like this...
I already had the picture I wanted in my mind. I wrote the cloud scene without hesitation, and there was no sound when I started writing. With the ink on the rice paper, the picture appeared bit by bit.
The main subject of this painting is Wu Qingmei. She is the focus of the painting and will occupy two-thirds of the space. The cloud scene has already been drafted, and the rest are just embellishments and foils.
Although it is a painting of Wu Qingmei, a painting still needs to have a sense of hierarchy. The gauze curtain in the close shot, then the main figure Wu Qingmei, then the lotus pond courtyard behind her, and the distant view is the hazy distant mountains and blue sky.
White clouds.
The freehand cloudscape painting is still in the experimental stage, so this picture is still realistic. In terms of realism, the cloudscape can be achieved to the extreme. Every detail is the key. The final effect will be no different from the photo, and it will still be super.
High resolution kind!
Today, he is able to present tiny details through the overlapping transformations of ink marks and lines. His painting skills have improved to an unknown level compared to when he was drawing trackers last year.
He may not have the talent to create cloud scenes, but this kind of technical aspect couldn't be easier for him.
Because Wu Qingmei was wearing gold and red wide sleeves, the cloudscape in this painting is mainly gold and red, which can be said to be rich in color. It is mainly to highlight Wu Qingmei's grace and magnificence. He is the king of a country.
, if painted as Xiaojiabiyu, anyone who looks at it might think that she is not a person at all.
Painting is simple, but integrating a person's temperament into a painting is an extremely difficult test of one's skills. This is why it is difficult to paint a person's skin but their bones.
Time passed little by little, and the pavilion was so quiet that Wu Qingmei subconsciously held her breath for fear of disturbing the cloud scene.
The painting was taking shape little by little, but Wu Qingmei didn't seem to care anymore. He focused more on Yun Jing's face, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
How wonderful it would be if I was just an ordinary woman, finding a husband, dancing and writing, staying together for a long time, loving me as a concubine, that would be a happy life.
But that was just an extravagant wish for me. From the moment I sat in that position, the love between my son and my daughter made it easy for me to miss it.
Thinking of this, Wu Qingmei felt indescribably bitter in her heart.
But she suddenly thought that Yunjing was not an ordinary person. He was suspected of being in a happy realm. In this way, there would no longer be any obstacles between the two of them!
How could I have such an idea...
Wu Qingmei reacted quickly, quietly took a deep breath, threw these things out of her mind, and carefully looked at the cloud scene and painted.
The painting is almost in the middle, and the general layout of the clouds and scenery has been painted and colored. Next, we are filling in the details, the angles of light and shadow, and the front, middle and far levels.
In the foreground, the light gauze curtain of the pavilion gives people the feeling of a breeze blowing on their face, as if the wind is really blowing. It blows a corner, revealing Wu Qingmei who is reclining on the lounge chair in the pavilion in the middle ground. She is leaning lazily.
Lying down, reading a book with lowered eyebrows, her posture is graceful, her skirt is slightly messy, revealing a pair of thrilling legs.
Lotus pond and water lily garden in the distance, with blue sky and white clouds in the background.
Looking at the details in the painting, Wu Qingmei already knew that the cloud scene painting skills were outstanding, so she couldn't help but take a deep breath to express her inner shock.
"How did he do it? It's just a sketch, but he can draw such details to the extreme!"
