The stupid son of Chongba

Chapter 37: Painting for Ma Xiuying! Xu's mother and daughter meet
"Don't move, don't move! Oh, I told you not to move!"

"How can I paint if you keep moving around like this?"

"Smile, keep smiling, or I won't be responsible if your mouth is drawn crooked later!"

Inside Kunning Palace, Zhu Ju was shouting and screaming, holding a special charcoal pencil in his hand, painting on the drawing board.

He asked for this and that, which made Ma Xiuying flustered and she kept adjusting her posture according to his requests.

"How long are you going to laugh? I can't stand it anymore..."

"You kid, you only know how to torment your mother..."

Ma Xiuying rubbed her slightly stiff face and said helplessly.

However, having said that, she still had some expectations in her heart.

This brat kept saying that Song Yan's painting was not as good as his, and he kept shouting that he wanted to draw a sketch for him, saying that it would be absolutely beautiful and shocking.

I might as well just go along with him and see if he really has the skills or is just bragging!

However, Ma Xiuying had already made up her mind that even if the boy's painting was ugly, she could not criticize it.

It deserves praise and praise!

It is a good thing that the child is interested in painting. As a mother, you should encourage him and never dampen his enthusiasm!
Swish swish.

Swish swish.

The charcoal pencil flew in Zhu Ju's hand, and his expression was quite serious.

I haven't painted for many years, so my hands are a little rusty, but fortunately I haven't lost the basic skills, so my work is barely passable.

With some further polishing on the details, it should be considered a qualified work.

While I was painting, I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps.

"Your Majesty, Lady Xie, the wife of Duke Wei, has come to see you and is waiting outside the palace."

Cuizhu walked to Ma Xiuying's side and said respectfully.

Ma Xiuying raised her eyebrows slightly, and while trying to maintain her facial expression as much as possible, she spoke softly:

"You came quite early..."

"Call him in."

Cuizhu bowed and left. After a while, she saw a beautiful middle-aged woman leading a half-grown maid over the threshold and into the courtyard.

The mother and daughter had obviously practiced this move many times at home; their steps were so light that they didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

Maintaining the demeanor of a lady, the two of them approached slowly with their heads lowered. Just as they were about to bow, they heard a loud shout:
"Mom, your expression is wrong again! Watch the corners of your mouth! Watch the corners of your mouth!"

"If you keep doing this, I'll draw you as the Queen with a Crooked Mouth!"

The mother and daughter were both startled and looked surprised.

This is the Queen's bedroom, how could there be such a sound? It's obviously a man shouting!

And this person is so bold that he seems to be accusing the queen? !
The girl couldn't help her curiosity and looked up.

I saw a young man holding a paintbrush, with an unhappy look on his face, and he was angry at the queen.

"Lower your head!"

"What did I tell you before I came here? Have you forgotten everything?!"

Mrs. Xie lowered her voice, tugged at her daughter's sleeve and scolded her.

When meeting the empress, one must be careful not to be careless in the slightest. If one fails to follow the etiquette properly, it is not one's own face that is embarrassed, but Xu Da's face!

The girl reacted quickly, lowered her head and dared not look again.

"Don't, don't..."

"My mouth isn't crooked, this... ouch!"

Ma Xiuying was a little flustered and tried her best to adjust her mouth to make it as balanced as possible.

At the same time, a trace of suspicion rose in her heart——

Is her mouth tending to become crooked?
I don't feel anything when I'm talking...

"My name is Xie, and I am here with my daughter Miaoyun to pay my respects to Her Majesty the Queen."

Xie led her daughter Xu Miaoyun to kneel on the ground and said respectfully,

"May the Queen be healthy and healthy." Ma Xiuying ignored them and just waved her hand, motioning them to sit down.

But Xie and Xu Miaoyun were kneeling on the ground with their heads down, so how could they see the Queen’s gesture?

Unless the Queen asked them to excuse themselves, they would not dare to stand up.

"Uh-huh--"

Ma Xiuying didn't dare move her mouth, so she could only close it, hum twice, and point to a chair beside her.

This made the mother and daughter even more confused, and they still knelt on the ground.

Fortunately, Cuizhu spoke in time:

"You two are welcome to take a seat, Queen."

"The Sixth Prince is painting for the Queen. He... pays more attention to details, so the Queen cannot speak for the time being."

"Please wait for a moment until His Highness finishes painting."

Upon hearing this, Xie breathed a sigh of relief.

If the Queen hadn't spoken, she would have thought that she had done something wrong and made the Queen unhappy!

"Thank you, Queen."

The mother and daughter stood up and sat in their designated seats.

Xu Miaoyun was finally able to raise her head. The first moment she raised her head, she looked at Zhu Ju curiously.

At this moment, Zhu Ju was frowning and biting the charcoal pencil to pick out the details, and he didn't feel that someone was staring at him.

"Is he the Sixth Prince?"

Xu Miaoyun tugged at her mother's sleeve and spoke in a mosquito-like voice.

Fortunately, Xie had good hearing. She nodded imperceptibly and said softly:
"Yes, he just returned to the palace not long ago, and he is the Queen's favorite prince."

As Xu Da's wife, she was present when the Queen sent Zhu Ju away in tears.

At that time, she saw with her own eyes that the Queen Mother could not eat for three days and cried all day long. Everyone took turns to comfort her countless times and talked so many times before she slowly came to her senses.

Therefore, the conclusion that Zhu Ju is the most favored prince is beyond doubt.

At the same time, a little curiosity arose in her heart.

Has the Sixth Prince Zhu Ju really regained his sanity?
Just look at his current expression, he is definitely a smart and lively child!

"The Sixth Prince seems to be even younger than me... I wonder how well he draws?"

Xu Miaoyun blinked and murmured softly.

She also loves painting and often paints when she has nothing to do. She especially likes to paint portraits of her family.

Therefore, at this moment she really wanted to see what Zhu Ju had painted the Queen like.

"call--"

"call--"

Ma Xiuying was breathing out of her mouth.

It was too tiring to maintain this posture and expression; she could hardly hold on any longer!
Fortunately, Zhu Ju finally put down his charcoal pencil at this moment.

"Okay! Done!"

He stood up and said with a smug smile,
"My sword is still as sharp as ever! It turns out that I am still as sharp as ever! Hahahaha..."

Wow!
These words made Ma Xiuying feel as if she had been pardoned, and she quickly collapsed.

"Oh, it's finally done. I don't want to draw it again. It's so tiring!"

Ma Xiuying rubbed her face vigorously twice, stood up and supported her waist, sighing,

"Especially you, kid, you have so many demands!"

"I want to see what you can draw..."

While rubbing her waist, she walked behind Zhu Ju and her eyes fell on the drawing board.

In just a moment, her eyes were fixed on the painting.

A look of surprise bloomed on his face.

(End of this chapter)