Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 232
Xie Wudi looked more and more surprised at Mo Xiaowan!
Xiaowan, she can paint?

Who did she learn this painting technique from?
After searching carefully in my mind, I really can't remember which school or school her method came from?
When Mo Xiaowan raised his head again, Emperor Xie Wu couldn't help asking: "Xiaowan, who did you learn this painting skill from?"

"My mother!"

Although thinking of Feng Zimo is a little sad, but this cheap mother will be useful no matter when she takes it out, anyway, there is no proof.

Outlined the difficult face, and then painted the clothes, it was much easier, and added a piano to the painting.

As for Jiang Zi, after half an hour, the image of Master Xie Wudi playing the piano moved to the scroll.

During the whole process, Xie Wudi quietly watched Mo Xiaowan's skillful hands flying on the paper.

I was very shocked, Taishi Feng studied Fu Wuche and is a master of calligraphy and painting, but he has studied the calligraphy and painting of Feng's family, and the style of Xiaowan is obviously not the same.

But thinking that everyone has the skill of pressing the bottom of the box, Feng Zimo is the only daughter of Grand Master Feng, so it is not certain that Xiaowan's skill is the painting method of the Feng family's pressing the bottom of the box.

Xie Wudi liked Mo Xiaowan's skill in drawing characters very much, and just as he was about to ask for this painting, Mo Xiaowan drew another circle in the Xiting.

The next movement is not like when painting him, you have to raise your head occasionally, the whole movement is smooth and flowing, the small bowl has not raised its head, and the picture of Eight King Xuanyuanchen holding the scroll moved into the Xifeng Pavilion.

When the sun goes down, there is a red maple on the scroll beside the Xifeng Pavilion, and there is an extra figure playing the piano, a reading, and accompanying each other.

They are all dressed in white robes, and the characters are romantic, adding a lot of immortality. The figures playing the piano and reading are accompanied by each other, but they are in harmony with the maple forest, and there is no sense of disobedience.

The painting scroll is unrolled, and the beautiful and desolate beauty of this river forest and red maple is vividly displayed on the paper.

"Xiao Wan, on this day, only you and Master are by the Xifeng Pavilion, why are you painting Master and the Eighth Prince?"

When Mo Xiaowan drew Xuanyuan Chen, the whole movement was very smooth.

Only when there is another person living in one's heart, can it be done in one go without even thinking about it.

Because that person was originally in his heart, his lips curled up, his eyebrows raised, and his indifferent demeanor when he held the scroll were all deeply rooted in his heart.

When painting, it is just moving from the heart to the scroll.

Why didn't he live in Xiaowan's heart?

He has learned painting since he was a child and knew this truth, so his eyes were a little sad for a while. When Mo Xiaowan put down his pen and looked at the scroll, he couldn't help asking.

"Is this, cough, this..."

Under Xie Wudi's expectant eyes, Mo Xiaowan hesitated, facing such a fairy-like master, how could she bring out the little Jiujiu in her heart to see the light?

Her face was unnatural, and her tongue was tied: "Well, this is a secret, so we can't tell it yet."

"The skill of painting in small bowls is impressive."

Xie Wudi reached out to reach the scroll: "Master took this painting back to the small building by the stream, and after careful consideration, I will return it to the small bowl."

Mo Xiaowan raised his head, thinking it was an illusion at first, his eyes blinked and blinked, that's right, Uncle Xuanyuan was standing among the red maple trees as the sun was setting.

The white dress is the same as the one in the painting, there is no mistake.

"no!"

Mo Xiaowan subconsciously drew the painting: "This painting is for Uncle Xuanyuan."

"Master likes it, let's draw another one tomorrow."

Mo Xiaowan didn't notice Xie Wudi's slightly sluggish face, and his hand that was outstretched in mid-air, she quickly rolled up the scroll.

"Uncle Xuanyuan is back!"

"Master, Xiaowan will come back to learn painting tomorrow, let's go first!"

Mo Xiaowan flew towards Xuanyuanchen.

(End of this chapter)