Yu Ying was surprised. "Does the master know not only poetry but also painting?"
Tang Xiaofeng sighed "no" and looked at them "will you?"
Xiuying smiled and yuying said, "if Xiuying is famous for painting, I don’t know how many people have come to beg her to paint since she was a child."
Tang Xiaofeng was overjoyed to pull Xiuying to sit and take out the five-color pen "You help me draw"
Xiuying asked, "What do you want to draw?"
"Fairy" Tang Xiaofeng said, "There must be a hundred immortals and many flowers."
Yu Ying said, "The master should not let her paint flowers. She paints orchids whenever she paints. Her favorite thing is to take a fan to leave orchids, and she won’t stop until she leaves all the fans at home."
Tang Xiaofeng thought, is she an orchid fairy? He knew that even among the ninety-nine flower gods, there was a high score in the difference of flowers. Peony was the king of flowers. Needless to say, poets such as chrysanthemum, plum blossom, orchid, osmanthus, lotus, narcissus and jasmine, who are famous in the world, often put their poems into pictures. The status of flowers is better than that of other flowers, while ordinary flowers such as reed flowers, rattan flowers, Polygonum hydropiper flowers and apple flowers are ranked at the bottom of the list.
These girls around him are all famous flowers in a hundred flowers. Yang Mo Xiang is plum blossom, Lian Jinfeng is daffodil, Hong Ying is jasmine … Is Xiuying an orchid?
He looked at Xiuying’s delicate red lips and thought about whether to kiss her and see if there was any orchid fragrance in her innate aura. Xiuying couldn’t help blushing when she saw him staring at her mouth.
Anyway, who the hell is Chrysanthemum Fairy?
He really wants to meet one.
He looked at Yu Ying. "Then what can you draw?"
Yu Ying said, "I can’t draw a beauty or a flower. I can draw a pig."
Tang Xiaofeng surprised tunnel "pig? What do you want to draw pigs? "
Yuying is a serious tunnel, "because pigs can arch orchids."
Tang Xiaofeng’s heart … The most difference between this girl and others is that she can tell jokes with a serious expression. Then again, even Yu Ying often tells funny stories, but he has never seen her smile.
Xiuying muttered, "Her mouth has always been so bad as a pig."
Tang Xiaofeng smiled and shook his head and bent down to tell Xiuying who he wanted to paint, but suddenly he pushed Xiuying off guard and kissed her pink neck.
"See, Laner will always be arched by pigs." Yuying covered her mouth and didn’t know whether to laugh or not. Xiuying’s face turned red and jumped up to beat her, but she had already taken it out. Xiuying wanted to chase Tang Xiaofeng, but she held her in her arms and "helped me draw."
Xiuying blushed and asked him what kind of fairy and flower he wanted to draw. He said, "If the flowers look good, you can dress up as you like, but you should draw all seven of you: Zigan, Ziqiong, Ziying, Jinfeng, Yinchan, Yuchan, Honghong and Tingting."
Xiuying wondered, "We’re not immortals. Are we going to draw us?"
Tang Xiaofeng laughed. "The fairy is not as good-looking as you."
Xiuying looked at him and said, "Sure enough, just like Mo Xiang said."
Tang Xiaofeng asked, "What did that girl say?"
Xiuying embarrassed tunnel "she said that yuying’s mouth is the most damaging to the owner’s mouth."
Tang Xiaofeng laughed, "You haven’t seen the real bad" and suddenly kissed it.
Xiuyingli thumped his chest twice.
Tang Xiaofeng’s "recent love" method took a little taste of her innate aura and found that there was indeed an orchid fragrance. He looked up and smiled at Xiuying. "Did Mo Xiang tell you that your mouth smells the best?"
Xiuying snuggled up to his arms and felt ashamed to find a hole to get into.
Tang Xiaofeng thinks that Mo Xiang’s girl dares to say that my mouth is the worst. I want her to know what is really bad.
Then he forced Xiuying to sit on his leg and help him draw. Xiuying said there was no cinnabar and green pheasant as painting? He took out a five-color pen and found some paper for her to try.
Xiuying took a five-color pen to draw paper and found that if you want to move, you can come out with all the colors you want. There is always a deviation in the color matching of painters. The colors drawn by these five-color pens are as magical as you think and as dreamy as you think.
When Xiuying conceived this picturesque picture, she was so engrossed in everything around her that she didn’t even notice Tang Xiaofeng touching her hips.
Tang Xiaofeng naturally knows that one hundred reincarnated immortals, including his sister, are not rare talented women, and these around him are outstanding even among the flowers.
Xiuying, on the other hand, is a little better than being afraid of Hongying when she sees the enemy when it comes to fighting, but she never loses when it comes to chess, piano and painting, but he doesn’t know that she is not losing, but the best of the seven women.
Xiuying’s palace examination score in "Flowers in the Mirror" is 15th. Considering that Wu Zetian put the top ten in the list, in other words, if she really surpasses her, there will be four people, namely Tang Xiaoshan, Yin Ruohua, Yin Qiaowen and Bian Baoyun. Even Lin Xiang is worse than her.
Painting is as difficult as writing poetry, but the layout and conception are simple. When the daughters come back, Xiuying is still sitting in a daze with her master’s legs facing the white picture scroll. Yang Moxiang and others are extremely curious about what she is doing. I didn’t know she was going to draw them until I asked.
Since we are all talented women, we have come up with ideas one after another. As the saying goes, a true gentleman who watches chess but doesn’t speak, but a true talented woman who watches pictures and doesn’t speak.
All the girls kept talking about Xiuying’s tears, but they kept dropping Yang Moxiang and others were startled and thought, Are we disturbing her? Even so, she doesn’t have to cry, does she?
Tang Xiaofeng quickly hugged Xiuying. "Don’t cry, don’t cry. Anyway, it’s not urgent and you can’t draw it."
Xiuying suddenly looked up with tears in her face. "Master, can I paint my sister?"
Tang Xiaofeng exclaimed, "Your sister?"
Lin Xiang sighed with a sigh, "Her sister’s name is Shun Ying Xiuying, and her daughter-in-law Wen Gu had an accident. She also fled with us and was arrested by her blood mother-in-law to become a hidden Xuan. After seven women, she secretly returned home, but her family was ruined. Her sister Shun Ying did not know where to find it."
Xiuying wiped her tears. "I don’t know how to draw everyone. As a result, when I saw this picture, I remembered that my sister wanted to draw her with me."
Tang Xiaofeng thought, "Tian Xiuying, Tian Shunying … Shunying is both Xiuying’s sister and a hundred flowers." So Rou said, "Without you, you can paint whoever you want, and you can finish painting. Your sister can also paint you and me like orchids, and I will paint you like a pig."
Xiuying wiped away her tears and burst into laughter. "Master, you … you are so bad."
Xiuying kept drawing pictures that night, while Siying and he helped her to draw pictures by hand. There was nothing to help, just to light a lamp and pour tea for her, but also to pay attention to not letting some bad guy eat tofu when she was absorbed in painting …
Xiuying didn’t finish painting her sister until the next morning.
Tang Xiaofeng looked at the corner of the picture scroll and saw a girl with a similar appearance but more lively. She wore a breeze and a moon skirt, and she flew like a fairy in the clouds.
However, although the girl’s expression is lively and beautiful, it looks gloomy when she paints her color. He asks doubtfully, "Do you want to paint so dim?"
Xiuying bowed her head and said, "handmaiden doesn’t know how to think about bright colors, but somehow it becomes so dark after painting."
Tang Xiaofeng saw a sweet-scented osmanthus painting beside the girl. "Don’t you like to leave orchids?" But painting osmanthus? "
Xiuying whispered, "Although I like Orchid Shun Ying, I like Osmanthus fragrans. When I was a child, I loved to argue with me that orchids were good. She insisted that Osmanthus fragrans had a fight once, which made everyone laugh at us."