The arrogant medical concubine wants to go to heaven

Chapter 429 Draw for him
Yu An'an actually admires Feng Yu in his heart, he can play with knives so well even though his eyes are invisible. Sculpture is a delicate work, and it is impossible for ordinary people to do it without eyes, but he seems to do it better than usual He who can see is better.

He was half leaning on the chair at this time, the sun shone on his body, lightening the coldness all over his body and adding some warmth to him.

His temperament has always been cold, and he has always been difficult to get close to, so she always ignores his age, always thinking that he is in his thirties.

Looking at this, Yu Anan finally remembered that although he held a lot of power, he was arrogant and domineering but old-fashioned. She would always ignore his age. In fact, he is only 20 years old this year.

He seemed to have noticed her gaze, beckoned to her and said, "Come here."

Yu Anan thought of serving tea in this way, and hurriedly added a new cup of tea for him.

At this moment, Feng Yu couldn't help but think, if the matter of her running away from marriage was ignored, it would be extremely warm for her to follow him so obediently after the two got married, basking in the sun with him, and pouring him a new cup of tea.

As soon as he thought about it, the expression on his face softened again, and he asked: "Can you know Danqing (painting)?"

Yu Anan shook her head and said, "No."

She didn't lie this time, she is not very talented in painting, she could draw a simple Xiahe map with a pen before time travel, and there is nothing new in conception, at this level, in this Everyone can draw a few strokes of the Datu Dynasty, which is really impossible to show.

Feng Yu was in a good mood today, so he said, "Go grind the ink."

Yu Anan couldn't figure out his mind, so he had to follow his instructions.

After the ink was finished, Feng Yu asked her to spread the rice paper on it. He pointed to the rice paper and said, "Draw a portrait for this king."

Yu An'an couldn't help but said: "My lord, this slave really doesn't know how to do it. I'm afraid I'll make my lord look ugly if I let this servant paint."

Feng Yu was in a very good mood today, and said softly: "I want to know what kind of ugly monster you can draw for me."

Yu An'an wanted to cry, there is no one like Feng Yu in this world, who knows what other people are not good at but asks people to do it. Also, his eyes can't see at all, so he might not be able to see what she looks like. can not see.

She had no choice but to boldly say: "Your Highness was born with a jade tree facing the wind, even idle painters can't draw the charm of His Highness, and slaves are not even as good as ordinary painters, so naturally they can't draw His charm, but His Highness is born so beautiful, No matter how poor the servant's skills are, I guess he can't paint the prince ugly, I'm afraid that in the future, if the prince can see it, he will think that the servant is ugly, and he will repair the servant at that time."

"This king just wants to know what this king looks like in your eyes." Feng Yu said lightly, "Just paint, no matter what you look like, this king will not punish you."

He spoke these few words gently, and Yu Anan felt that nine out of ten he had a convulsion today, and that's why he talked to her so kindly. If he had always been so talkative, she wouldn't have run away from marriage.

She nodded and said, "Okay, then the slave will have the courage to draw."

Feng Yu half leaned on the small couch, Yu Anan started to paint, but when she picked up the brush and started to paint, she felt that it was not so unfamiliar. Then she remembered that the deity of this body seemed to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his attainments in this area seemed to be Not bad, she didn't find it too strenuous to draw.

(End of this chapter)