Reversing Adorable Princess - Chapter 207

That year, I painted peacocks opening their screens and managing their makeup. Some people recognized me, but when I looked like this, some shook their heads and left with a sigh.

Qin Zhun’s River is also hung with paintings, each of which is everyone’s favorite work. For everyone to enjoy. If you like it, the owner can buy it at an appropriate price if he wants.

A gong sounded, and a loud voice shouted, “the hour is coming, start.”

Like a dragon, pen, ink and paper are placed on each table.

I think of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in my heart. Of course, I have to draw the largest and the most intentional one for a long time, and let her like it.

The south of the Yangtze River is naturally inseparable from misty rain. The rain in Jiangnan is delicate. The fine raindrops string into lines and weave into a natural rain curtain. The girl looking at the beautiful window seems to be separated by a layer of yarn. It seems to be within reach, but it can’t see it really. The stone bridge, the weeping willow, the gallery and the black canopy are shrouded in water mist, like a splash ink landscape painting with appropriate thickness. In the slanting wind and drizzle, I vaguely saw a slim woman, dressed in blue rags and holding a small oil paper umbrella. She stood tall and graceful when walking. She was really amorous… “The drizzle wet clothes can’t be seen, and the idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence”. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is gentle, like a soft hand caressing your face. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is amorous, Make your heart itch to wet the wetland, add a few feelings and sadness.

The women in Jiangnan are the most beautiful in my eyes. Because they are all made of water, the humid and mild climate makes their skin white and crystal clear. Even without powder, they are fresh and beautiful. They are small and exquisite. Their character is gentle and virtuous. They are not like the women in the North who are careless and quick talking. They always whisper and sing, show their teeth slightly, frown faintly, and speak softly. They are the girls who hold the window, the beautiful women who sing in the rowing, and the beauties who gently close the pipa. They are all gentle, delicate and gentle, so they have a moving poem of “Jianjia is green, White Dew is boundless, and the so-called Iraqi is on the water side”.

This is the Jiangnan in my memory. The water is like bright eyes, the mountain is like Qingdai, poetic romance and dream blurred hair.

It’s not difficult for me to draw with a pen.

The thin and greasy rain falls off, and the weeping willows dance in the wind.

In the painting, hardness and softness are combined. I painted all the women in the south of the Yangtze River very beautiful, with complete Jiao, Chen, anger and laughter, and the slim woman holding an umbrella, that is, 19.

When I looked back and smiled, I could really admire the city and the country. Flowers were painted on the small oil paper umbrella. Light red, printed gently with your tail finger.

Every stroke is still used well. The more I draw, the more energetic I am. I don’t know at all. There are more and more people watching.

I don’t know. I’m still painting the river. It’s so beautiful that I can see fish.

I even drew the strings on the pipa clearly. Then I drew the green mountains and the eaves drawn by the water. This is the myriad customs in the south of the Yangtze River. What is presented in front of me is a painting that is more and more beautiful and soft.

No one urged to announce the end of the game. Too many people watched.

I tossed my pen smartly, and then wrote four words of Yanyu in the south of the Yangtze River on one side with a small seal character.

“OK.” they clapped their hands.

I smiled and slowly waited for the painting to dry. I looked at the silence on the stage and didn’t make a sound.

After a while, two women came and put my painting on the table for people to watch.

It will take some time to judge. Lin Pei came over and said angrily, “Ni chuxue, you die and paint so well that I was attracted half of the time.”

“You see, your wife is going to cry,” I said gloating.

The nineteenth princess looked at the picture and her eyes turned red.

Lin Pei gnashed his teeth and said, “it’s all your fault. I painted half of it. When I heard your praise here, I couldn’t draw any more. I always want to see what you painted. Isn’t your scribbled leaf method just what I used?

“There’s no end to learning, brother Lin Pei. It’s really bad luck. You can’t get a painting fairy again.”

He smiled, some heartache in his eyes: “chuxue, these are not important, are they?”

I nodded. If it was important, I would choose a small one to draw. If it was important, Lin Pei would not draw half. If it was important, I would hate him for only drawing half. Lin Pei’s talent is much higher.

Pat him on the shoulder: “go and coax your little lady. I’ll take a look at other people’s paintings. Remember, you’ll invite me to dinner later. Qin Zhun, I’m the most familiar. I’ll take you there with the highest money.”

He shook his head and smiled: “Ni chuxue, still like this, just like this.”

I rubbed my forehead: “how did I become a kiss and become long and long? I left and slipped away.”

Each painting is a scene. What I see is the angle and field of view of the scene. When I look at the brush work and each special painting method, I can always see a lot of things that amaze me.

No one seems to dislike the dirt on me.

In fact, my eyes are broken. I have to adapt one by one. That year, a man stood behind me to block pedestrians for me. A man scolded me because I gave rice paper to Lixiang.

It’s over. It won’t come again.

I looked at a picture of swallow birds returning to the south. There was a look of confusion and sad dreams in the bird’s eyes.

I smiled at it and laughed it off. I’ll get used to it.

Over there, the results of the competition are announced again.

Half of the completed landscape paintings and my largest painting are the most eye-catching, and Miss Lin Jingfang’s building breaking evil is also quite amazing.

Lin Pei only painted half, but that half is enough skill to explain.

They are royal rice and mixed with the court. Of course, it’s different.

Lin Pei smiled and came to the stage: “of course, this one is not counted. It is only half painted, and it is not complete. The most important thing is that there are still two paintings.

That year, I was compared with Lin Jingru on stage. This year, I was with her sister again.

However, her sister is a little smarter than her.

The delicacy and beauty of the misty rain map in Jiangnan amazed the people here. They never found that they lived in such a picturesque and poetic place and marveled at the beauty in the ordinary.

It’s very big, so it’s amazing, very thin and amazing. It seems to hear the sound of running water. Pipa and Xiaoqu are together and smell the smell of flowers.

What about Lin Jingfang’s? She uses the seventh Lord’s building to break evil. I have to say that she is also excellent in painting.

It’s only temporary to choose this one. It’s great.

As a result, it was another vote and stood on the stage again.

Still pointing at each other’s shortcomings, I reluctantly picked my eyebrows. Why is this the new idea every year? Third, I smiled and listened to her evaluation generously.

“This man painted too much, and we Qin Zhun also had many talents, but your paintings are all women, which is untrue.”

I nodded: “yes, it’s not true.” what a powerful Lin Jingfang.

“You oil umbrella, it doesn’t rain so much, but there are still so many raindrops around.” she pointed out another point: “it’s too engraved and too hard.”

After hearing this, Lin Pei said discontentedly, “Miss Lin, I have something to say. When it rains, it is estimated that you have not played an umbrella. Once the rain gets wet, there will be more raindrops around. If it is too deep, it is to show that the umbrella is brighter than the rain.”

I winked at him. Really, I didn’t say anything? He couldn’t help it.

The emperor asked me to paint the painting of broken evil buildings, which should be charming.

I think Lin Jingfang’s painting of broken evil buildings is really unique.

The beautiful face, how do I see it, or how do I feel pain? It’s beautiful. The lines used are firm and soft, and can carve the lines on his body.

I smiled: “the eyes are not painted well, you draw wrong. There will never be such a feeling of elation in his eyes.” he is always lonely, always haunting and addictive, not this kind.

There is a lot less dignity. After all, he is not a mortal. Lin Jingfang didn’t draw the breath on him.

It’s beautiful, but it still lacks a lot of things. It’s just a painting. It’s still a little short of living.

“What do you mean?” Lin Jingfang asked unhappily.

I laugh: “Miss Lin’s painting has to make me marvel at Miss Lin’s intentions. If Miss Lin wants to draw one of them, I don’t have to say. Miss Lin really chose the right person to draw the seventh Lord. The seventh Lord is the pride and hero of the Yan Dynasty, and everyone supports it. As long as Miss Lin draws one painting, she only needs to draw eight points to get ten points. Her face is too stiff, and, Black is not suitable for him. If you draw white clothes, you can show his dignity more. If you draw such a vague and unspeakable melancholy in his eyes, you will succeed. ”

When I said this, I was not polite at all, and I didn’t go to see Lou poxie.

He said in a low voice, “is there an invisible melancholy in my eyes?”

I nodded: “too deep, too deep, still have.”

“Early snow.” my father smiled admiringly at me: “your painting has made great progress.”

I nodded and I’ll try again.

Everyone whispered to each other. At the last Gong, they said loudly, “Ni chuxue is the first.”

I shook my head, took down the painting and rolled it slowly: “Ni chuxue is not the first. After time, this painting has long lost its qualification for the competition.”

As soon as I threw the painting in the direction of Lin Pei, I pulled my clothes, smiled and said, “Lin Pei, please buy me a drink.”

I’m not. I’m so proud. I don’t know if he’s satisfied.

I Ni chuxue, won’t let loneliness down, get better.

How can he hide it from me? As long as I look at the loneliness and regret hidden in it, I can see it clearly. Ironically, I’m still followed by a miss MI.

“Let’s eat together.” Lou poxie said.

I looked at him and said, “go to Qin Zhun’s dream seeking small painting studio and invite Shangguan Yu. If you’re not there, you can find it in this crowd. Let’s get together.”