Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 168 The Big Bad Guy

For breakfast, Uncle Lu asked the kitchen to prepare purple rice porridge, accompanied by a few dishes of delicate side dishes to go with the porridge.

After hastily finishing his breakfast, Mo Xiaowan looked at Xuanyuanchen expectantly.

One big and one small, one at a time, entered the study room, Mo Xiaowan was rubbing ink on the sidelines this time, Xuanyuan Chen dipped the ink with a Langhao brush, and with a big stroke of the brush, he painted it on the rice paper.

The corner of Mo Xiaowan's mouth twitched violently, and she began to regret it, why should she expect Uncle Xuanyuan's painting skills?

Seeing his thick strokes, the ink was smeared on the rice paper, covering a large area in black, and her mind was buzzing.

From the corner of his eye, Xuanyuan Chen saw the little thing's painful look, and couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his lips.

She is still good today, whenever she asked her to rub the ink, she either made trouble and splashed him all over, or made the official documents suffer.

For her expectation, and her cuteness, I couldn't bear to let her down.

So she stopped teasing her, and carefully tinkered with the black area, outlining a head of flying ink hair, and with a few strokes, Mo Xiaowan's little face came alive on the paper.

The little thing danced around in front of his eyes all day long, and it was difficult for Xuanyuanchen to figure out if he was not familiar with it. While Mo Xiaowan was dumbfounded, the tip of the pen in his hand was flying on the paper.

After a while, small bridges, streams, pebble paths, maple forests, and the banks of the Xifeng Pavilion came to life on the paper.

And she rested her chin, her little feet were dangling in the stream, splashing a string of water drops, shining brightly in the sun.

Mo Xiaowan was surprised to see that Uncle Xuanyuan, who had always had a stinky face, really had two brushes, and a painting that was not inferior to his master Xie Wudi appeared vividly on the paper with just a few strokes.

Perhaps Uncle Xuanyuan is more familiar with Yafengyuan. Mo Xiaowan feels that the veins of the maple forest and the maple leaves are very clear, and he moved the stream and maple forest to the paper.

He ticked off the last stroke slightly, and tapped a little on her smiling face.

Mo Xiaowan muttered at the side: "Hey, hello, Uncle Xuanyuan..."

"Little wild cat, you got mud on your face that day."

Mo Xiaowan's head buzzed for a while, and he felt that Uncle Xuanyuan was terribly serious, why did he want to put a mud mark on her face after a good painting.

It really looks like a little cat!

But I have to admit that the mud pad marks are a bit of a finishing touch, bringing the whole painting to life, and the self in the painting looks even more playful.

"Humph! Bad guy!"

Mo Xiaowan was not convinced, and angrily tore the rice paper.

Xuanyuanchen took advantage of her time of drawing, and hurriedly added two strokes on the painting, so that the stream was rippling, like a stream flowing.

But Mo Xiaowan didn't notice this detail, her mind was full of anger at the mud mark that Uncle Xuanyuan added.

Thinking that the teaching time agreed with the master had passed, he rushed out of the study room angrily with the rice paper in his hands, and ran towards the Xifeng Pavilion.

What she didn't know was that just as she slipped out of the study with her small body, her smile rippled on Xuanyuan Chen's face like ink painted on rice paper.

Mo Xiaowan rushed to the Xifeng Pavilion with the rice paper in his hands, Xie Wudi was still playing the qin, when he heard the footsteps behind him, he ended the sound on the strings with a beautiful solitude.

He stood up gracefully, turned slightly and looked at Mo Xiaowan with a smile.

"Xiao Wan, have you slept late?"

"That's not true. Yafengyuan was broken into by thieves last night, and the portrait that Master drew for me was stolen by the thieves!"

Mo Xiaowan looked at the mud mark on the painting, gritted his teeth and said, "I went to see Uncle Xuanyuan early in the morning, and he made up a painting for me, but..."

(End of this chapter)