The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 646 She is not afraid of painting
This kind of kindergarten-like comparison, she hadn't seen enough of the excitement and jokes before she was forcibly dragged in.

However, the initiative cannot be completely ignored.

"It's not only a joint work, but also to show the friendship between the two countries. How about painting the prince and the third prince on the main seat, you draw a prince, and I draw the third prince?"

Murong Yan readily agreed, perhaps a little excited in her heart, at least it could be seen from her eyes that she was very happy.

She can't be happy if she can draw songs and sing songs in the sky.

Soon, the servants brought up the desk and spread out a huge picture scroll.

Send paint and the four treasures of the study.

Murong Yan was calm and calm, with a plan in mind.

As for Tang Nineteen, his expression was calmer than Murong Yan's.

If this Murong Yan said that she wanted to make peace with her, she would definitely have nothing to do on the spot.

I just want to compare pictures with her.

I'm sorry, she only paints piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so she really can't belittle herself and say that she is rubbish.

Her sketch, that was just now.

In the human meat wonton case, she personally drew the portrait of the murderer. When the man was finally caught, the entire criminal prosecution department was boiling, almost exactly the same as her painting.

Painting and painting, who said that you must draw meticulous paintings.

Sister, I will let you open your eyes and see what a legendary sketch is.

Glancing at Murong Yan, he told her to start first.

Unexpectedly, this sick and delicate sister Lin is still a scheming whore.

The envoys of Northern Qi didn't know Tang Nineteen and Murong Yan had lived in Daliang for 15 years, so could they not know the environment Tang Nineteen grew up in?

Back then, the emperor would point out Qu Tiange because of her stupidity, ugliness, and embarrassment.

Murong Yan, ah, Murong Yan, you really can't be judged by appearances.

Sister Lin is sickly and delicate, full of negative energy, but she has a kind heart, which makes Brother Bao fall in love with her.

You, Qu Tiange deserves to be killed for not marrying you.

Everyone was waiting for Tang Nineteen to start writing, and Tang Nineteen was just so leisurely, looking at Murong Yan with folded arms.

Leisurely and undisciplined, it was like this competition, she didn't even bother to think about it, and she was sure of winning.

This gesture really offended Murong Yan very much.

However, on the surface, he did not dare to reveal too much.

Tang Nineteen waited for Murong Yan to draw halfway slowly before raising his head: "Fang Fei, go downstairs to the kitchen and bring me a piece of charcoal."

Fang Fei responded, and everyone was puzzled as to which part Qin Wangfei sang.

Only Qu Tiange drank wine calmly and smiled occasionally, all of which were pampering.

Those eyes made Murong Yan upset, she made a mistake in her brushwork, she made a big mistake, she made Qu Tiange's face bigger.

The painting is broken, and it is impossible to change it, so I can only bite the bullet and continue painting.

Fang Fei fetched a pile of charcoal for Tang Nineteen, it was very good, there were charcoal sticks.

Tang Nineteen took a piece of charcoal stick, polished the head, and started to swipe the other half wantonly.

From time to time, she can distract herself by looking at Murong Yan's paintings.

And because Murong Yan drew Qu Tiange's face a bit bigger, it was a bit hard for the end to end, so she could only try her best, starting from the background scenery, in order to draw the focus away.

Tang Nineteen painted herself quietly, started after Murong Yan, but finished before Murong Yan.

Fang Fei is a smart girl, and she has already prepared a wet handkerchief.

Tang Nineteen wiped it clean, very graceful, quietly waiting for Murong Yan, superimposed, filling the entire left half of the background.

(End of this chapter)