Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 231

The picture is too beautiful, to disturb this beauty is a kind of blasphemy.

Mo Xiaowan stood quietly on the pebble path, intoxicated for a long time, afraid that if he moved a step, the beauty in front of him would be an illusion.

"Little bowl, come here!"

Xie Wudi's slender fingers drew a beautiful ending on the strings, turned his head to see her who was about to stand on the stone path in the maple forest, and waved to her.

Mo Xiaowan approached, Xie Wudi had a gentle smile on his face.

"Why are you standing there stupidly?"

"Master, the picture is so beautiful, Xiaowan thinks you are like a fairy above the nine heavens!"

She pursed her lips and smiled shallowly: "I'm afraid that if I move, I will disturb this dream."

Because of the brilliance in her eyes when she said immortal, Xie Wudi was stunned for a moment.

So, in Xiaowan's heart, is he such an existence?
However, in her eyes, she looked like a fairy, but she had blood on her hands, and she would do anything to fight for the imperial power.

He narrowed his eyes lightly: "Little Wan, what do you want to learn today?"

Xie Wudi taught Mo Xiaowan's homework, he always knew how to entertain and teach, and never forced her.

She wanted to practice calligraphy, so she practiced calligraphy according to her will.

It's just that when she is playing the piano or painting, she will mention the skills of playing the piano and painting to her seemingly unintentionally.

Mo Xiaowan was thinking wildly.

Ugh!
Uncle Xuanyuan is really hypocritical!

Such a good master, like to speak straight!

They have to beat around the bush and play tricks like getting the moon first.

Mo Xiaowan thought, this time he must help them no matter what.

Hearing Master Xie Wudi mention the homework, Mo Xiaowan came back to his senses, without thinking: "Master, I want to paint today."

"Oh?"

During this period of time, she was diligent in copying the calligraphy of the Eighth Prince.

Thinking that she was not interested in painting, Mo Xiaowan suddenly proposed that he wanted to learn painting. Xie Wudi was quite surprised, but still nodded slightly.

"it is good!"

"Painting pays attention to being in the scene."

Xie Wudi casually glanced at the maple forests, stone paths, streams, and wooden bridges in the distance, splashed ink and brushed: "I am in the painting, today master will teach Xiaowan to draw this maple forest by the stream..."

His movements are very slow, but with a few strokes, he has already outlined the outline of the maple forest.

In one morning, the maple leaves, small bridges, streams, and pebble paths from far to far are all vivid on the paper.

After lunch, Emperor Xiewu ordered Mo Xiaowan to fetch Yungu's rouge and daub it on the maple leaves. The master and apprentice worked together, and in the middle of the afternoon, a corner of the Fenglin stream in Yafeng Garden was moved to the scroll.

Looking left and right, Mo Xiaowan always felt that there was something missing by the Fenglin River, especially the place where the gazebo was a bit empty.

Choosing the charcoal pen newly developed by Xiuzhu and Qingcang, Mo Xiaowan chose to draw an empty place in the gazebo, and drew a black circle beside the Xifeng Pavilion.

Xie Wudi wanted to stop it, but it was too late, and felt that Mo Xiaowan's stroke of brush had completely ruined the painting.

But after thinking about it, it is also a new work, as long as she is willing to learn to paint, let her do it.

If she likes it in the future, spend some time painting this maple forest for her.

However, when she slowly drew the long black hair like a waterfall outside the black circle, the black circle became the outline of a human face, she raised her small face, stared at him for a while, and then began to bow her head again Add eyebrows, nose, and lips to the eye circle, and use a charcoal pencil to smudge randomly on the face.

It seemed to be disorganized, but Xie Wudi found that as the small bowl raised his head and lowered his head to smear, the shape of his face gradually became clear, and it was his own portrait.

(End of this chapter)