Fast-traveling female supporting role counterattacks in a different way

Chapter 129

"Hehe, let's start, girl!" The other party restrained the smile on his face, and walked towards Fengweiqin on the table.

After burning incense and cleaning his hands, he tuned the strings, played a section, and asked Rosie how she was?
"Not bad!" Rosie didn't understand, she didn't know what he was playing, but she felt comfortable listening to it.

"Then did you understand what I was playing just now?" the other party asked again.

"You don't need to listen, you can tell you are playing the piano just by looking at it." Rosie blinked her eyes and answered seriously.

"I'm playing the piano to a bully!" The other party sighed, "You'd better let the person in charge take you to learn the next thing! Playing the piano is not suitable for you."

"...Where can I find a manager?" Rosie didn't force herself, she didn't have that talent.

But the other party compared herself to a cow, and Rosie was very upset, but she could only ignore it as if she hadn't heard it.

"Go straight, turn right, there is a confidant garden, just go in and ask other people to find out." The other party obviously didn't want to say more.

Rosie saw that the other party bowed her head and continued to fiddle with her own strings, so she was going to find the steward.

"...It's less than half a stick of incense, why are you...?" the steward asked with a serious face.

"Not suitable!"

"What?" The steward didn't understand.

"I said, I'm not suitable for playing the piano." Rosie explained patiently.

"Then what do you think you are suitable for, I will take you there to learn." The steward asked with a dark face.

"Let's draw!" After thinking about it seriously, she said confidently.

"Let's go!" The steward shook his head, and led Rosie towards the painter's residence.

The painter was an old man with gray hair and wrinkled face. He looked at Rosie for a while, nodded to the steward, and left with the steward.

The desolate Rosie was left alone, standing still and watching his disappearing back, then turned her head and blinked, looking at the old man.

Wait for the other person to speak first.

"Little friend, draw a picture first, and I despise someone to watch and emulate, is it okay?"

oops!Even though this old man is talented, he is also kind to look at.

Sure enough, it was not the same face as the one in charge.

Rosie breathed a sigh of relief, nodded with a smile, took the brush from the old man, and began to draw on the rice paper.

When Rosie finished drawing, the old man took a closer look and immediately frowned, "Little friend, what did you draw...? My old man really can't figure out what it is?"

"Chicken!" Rosie couldn't help but look carefully at the chicken she drew on the paper. That's right!
"Chicken? How could it be a chicken? Where is the cock comb? Where are the feathers? Are the corns so big?" The old man looked at Rosie angrily, with a look like how could you make up such a nonsense.

"Cartoon chicken! Simple drawing, don't you think it's cute?" Rosie was depressed.

well!The aesthetics are different!

"You mess around, what's wrong with copper! What is this chicken? You sketch it stroke by stroke, don't miss a detail, show it on paper, don't cut corners, the drawing is not in line with common sense. Chicken How can the head be bigger than the body of a chicken?" The old man shook his head and sighed, "You have never studied painting at all!"

Rosie: "..."

Isn't this chick cute?
The eyes are round, and they look so exciting and vivid!
"I don't know how to sketch." Rosie could only shake her head, feeling frustrated, why didn't people comment on the cartoon drawing method she was so proud of?
"From now on, I'll teach you sketching! On the queen's birthday, we at Siyinfang are going to draw a picture of "Magu's birthday present" for her on the spot, and then you can go on stage and draw it. Do you think it's feasible?"

"Okay! Of course it will work!" Rosie felt that it was indeed feasible.

"Then it's settled. From today on, you will learn to draw this painting with me, starting with sketching and then coloring, step by step." The old man touched his beard and started planning.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Rosie said respectfully.

The attitude is much more serious than before.

So for the next half month, Luo Qian went to Siyinfang before Chen time every day and returned to the inn at You time.

Soon, the queen's birthday came.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Rosie followed the team towards the palace.

After Chen Xu finally passed several inspections and entered the inner circle of the palace, Rosie was very excited.

It's really not easy to enter a palace. When reading novels, martial arts masters climb over the wall in the middle of the night, like entering your own backyard.When it came to Rosie, she just wanted to say that it was all a lie.

If the imperial palace was so easy to enter, everyone would run in to assassinate the emperor in the middle of the night, and would run in without a daughter-in-law to carry a maid, concubine or something.

The commander of the royal forest army, the leader of the secret guard, etc., must have been replaced several times.

The setting sun faded, the night fell, the palace lights flickered, and the queen's birthday dinner began.

After babbling, playing, playing and singing on the stage, and dancing sleeves and poetry, it was finally Rosie's turn to play.

She was new to the stage, and seeing the crowds of guests in front of her, their heads shadowed under the night sky, she began to feel a little uncertain.

There is nervousness, guilt, and dazzling eyes.

After calming down, she followed everyone's gaze and finished drawing the birthday picture, which was then presented to the queen by the eunuch, and after saying a few birthday wishes, she was ready to leave.

"My master is here to invite you!" A voice sounded from behind the stage, Rosie stopped, looked back at a young eunuch in front of her in doubt and said, "Your master is...?" Could it be that beloved concubine looking for her? !
It is said that she painted so well, she didn't give herself any rewards!
More or less money is money. It took half a month of hard work to enter the palace once, just to draw a picture of "Magu's birthday present" for her. No matter how hard it is, I should give some money for my hard work!

Thinking of this, Rosie flicked her sleeves, ready to go with the other party.

Seeing that the road was getting more and more desolate and remote, Rosie couldn't help wondering: "Where are we going?"

Where are you going to take my sister?
Traffickers are the same!

"My lord will know when he arrives." The little eunuch looked like he didn't want to reveal too much, and led his way seriously.

Why are these words so familiar?Have you heard it somewhere?

Rosie rubbed her temples, thought about it for a long time, but continued to walk with her.

Anyway, we have martial arts by our side, so we are not afraid of walking at night.

Finally stopped in a deserted courtyard, the little eunuch turned his head and bowed, respectfully said: "Young Master, we're here."

"It's just such a desolate courtyard, brought the Leng Palace here, or entered the clan's mansion?" Rosie really couldn't think of any other place in the palace that could be so deserted.

I've seen it on TV, and generally these two places are uninhabited.

"This is the cold palace. My master has been waiting for you for a long time. Let's go in and have a look!" the little eunuch pointed to the vermilion faded wooden door in front of him, and said to Rosie.

Rosie didn't need to ask any more questions at this time, if she still didn't know who wanted to see her, she would have been a ghost for so many years.

"Stand back!" Rosie waved at the other party impatiently, and walked towards the door, her hands stretched out, ready to push open to have a look.

What catches your eyes?Rosie actually didn't want to meet people who had little to do with the mission.

(End of this chapter)