But why does the lord insist on marrying

Chapter 1017 No talent

However, it doesn't matter how you hold the pen, as long as you get good work.

However, everyone saw that Xia Ziyan dipped a brush in green, and made two vertical lines, and then two vertical lines...

So repeatedly...

Everyone couldn't help being stunned by her masterpiece.

"Ahem!" Long Er really couldn't stand it, it was too embarrassing for his lord, the lord's painting was lifelike, with vigorous strokes, how come Xia Ziyan drew it like this: "Ma'am, don't tell me, you Is this a grassland painting?"

Xia Ziyan was full of pride: "It seems that my painting is not bad, you can tell it is a grassland at a glance."

Everyone twitched their mouths in unison, this grassland...

Well, it can compete with the drawings of three-year-old children.

It is three strokes of grass, and then there is no pattern, and the whole canvas is densely drawn.

There is no distinction between the severity and thickness of the brush strokes, just like chicken feet dipped in green and running densely on the canvas.

No, it's the little chicken feet that flatter her, it's even uglier than chicken feet running...

It's so deceitful, how does the saint say that Xia Ziyan's paintings are good?

Zheng Zheng whispered to each other, and saw the saint walking slowly from a distance.

Immediately, some people complained: "Saint, didn't you say Miss Xia painted well? Come and see, this is called good painting?"

"My Gouwazi is better than her paintings."

"I can draw better than her with my eyes closed."

Qian Yu glanced at Xia Ziyan's masterpiece inadvertently, suppressed a smile, and said aggrievedly: "I heard that the ladies in the outside world know everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I thought that Miss Xia also...so I kindly let everyone come to appreciate it."

"It seems that Miss Xia is not Miss Everyone."

"That's right, it might be from an ordinary family. I heard that the daughters of ordinary people outside can't read or write, can't draw, and can only do rough work."

"But Miss Xia, who has thin skin and tender flesh, doesn't look like someone who does rough work."

"Then it might be lazy."

"But the work is very good."

"People must have a strength, otherwise they are no different from ants."

Xia Ziyan let others destroy her, she didn't care at all.

Instead, he raised his head and said to Aotian who was being stared at by Qianyu Wuxin: "What should I do if I don't know how to draw?"

Aotian leaned down: "I'll teach you."

Wrapping her whole body in his arms, holding Xia Ziyan's hand holding the pen, Long Er changed the canvas again, Aotian easily held her pen, and began to draw seriously.

The people of the Huan Clan quieted down, looking at the more and more beautiful paintings on the canvas.

Xia Ziyan was amazed in her heart, Aotian's painting skills are too powerful, she still draws so beautifully through her hands.

Can't help looking sideways at Aotian.

Aotian smiled back at her and continued to draw seriously.

Sure enough, it is said that serious men are the most handsome, they are so handsome.

I don't know how long it took, Aotian let go of Xia Ziyan's hand, and Xia Ziyan turned her head to look at the canvas under her hand.

It's so beautiful, even more beautiful than the scene in front of me, with a fresh, hazy, refined artistic conception.

People from the phantom race are full of praise.

"It's even better than the one drawn by our number one painter of the Huanzu. Our painter didn't give people a kind of thought expression."

"It's just for the competition the day after tomorrow, not this young master. Miss Xia can't be drawn with her hand, can she?"

"That's right, Miss Xia is doomed. Although the paintings of our saintess cannot be compared with this young master, they are not much inferior to our painter."

There are those who regret it and those who are happy.

Xia Ziyan threw away the pen as if disappointed: "It seems that I don't have this talent, so I don't practice anymore, let's go back."

(End of this chapter)