【Comprehensive Anime】Gender-swapped Tomie is a popular figure

Looking at the two people who were being so intimate as if no one was around, the imperial painter couldn't help but feel his stomach was bloated. He obviously didn't eat anything, but the uncomfortable feeling of bloating was still there.

Just now, he carefully looked at the painting that Kawakami Hime had completed, and immediately a deep admiration and respect welled up in his heart, which took a long time to dissipate.

How could there be such a brilliant person?

The eager-to-learn imperial painter was just about to express his admiration to Princess Kawakami, but when he turned around, he was surprised to find that the young couple who were about to get married the next day were hugging each other tightly, inseparable and in love.

In order to avoid disturbing them, the imperial painter chose to stand aside and wait quietly.

Time passed by, but the young couple never let go of each other's arms.

Even the boy came to urge the imperial painter whether he should leave. Only then did he look at the couple awkwardly, his feet seemed to be nailed down, and he did not dare to move even a step.

In the end, the imperial painter had no choice but to go forward and ask for their instructions.

He cleared his throat and coughed, then spoke slowly, "My Lords, I have something to ask you..."

Realizing that there was someone else nearby, Egawakami and Abe Haruaki looked at each other, took a step back, and put some distance between them.

But their hands were still held together, and Abe Haruaki refused to let go.

He turned his head helplessly, and then looked at the imperial painter, and said in a clear and lingering voice, "Painter, is there anything I can help you with?"

Abe Haruaki also looked at the imperial painter without saying anything.

The pressure of the two gazes made the imperial painter's back bend again. He cupped his hands and said, "I need to take this painting away and frame it. I need to soak it with special pigments to prevent water stains and insect infestation, so that it can be preserved."

Jiang Chuan Shang was thoughtful. The painting in later generations had gone through more than 800 years, nearly a thousand years, and was still so vivid and not faded. It was probably because of the effect of this special pigment.

So he nodded slightly to show his agreement: "In that case, then you can take it back and frame it. Remember to return it to Abe Haruaki later."

The imperial painter nodded quickly in agreement, but did not turn around and leave immediately. Instead, he stood there with his hands clasped in a bow.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuan Shang guessed that he probably had something else to say, so he continued to ask patiently, "Is there anything else?"

Upon hearing the voice, the imperial painter immediately raised his head and looked at Jiang Chuan Shang with burning eyes. His originally fair cheeks turned red, like a drunk shrimp that drank fake wine, and his words became more and more crazy.

"Your Highness, your painting skills are truly superb and have reached the pinnacle. May I ask who your master is?"

"This..." Jiang Chuan Shang hesitated for a moment, then replied calmly, "To be honest, I am self-taught and have no master to teach me."

The imperial painter actually believed Jiang Chuan Shang's words, and his eyes became more and more fanatical: "Your Highness, I have an unwelcome request. I beg Your Highness to accept me as your apprentice!"

Before he finished speaking, he fell to his knees with a thud like a cannonball hitting the water. After he finished speaking, he touched the ground with his forehead without hesitation. His pious attitude was moving.

"I want to further improve my painting skills. Your Highness, please accept me as your apprentice!"

The imperial painter shouted at the top of his lungs, as if he wanted to convey all his heartfelt words to the person in front of him.

Jiang Chuan Shang looked at him and was frightened by him. His body trembled involuntarily, and then he quickly moved a few steps behind Abe Haruaki.

Upon seeing this, the imperial painter quickly adjusted his direction and turned his kneeling and kowtowing action towards Abe Haruaki and Egawakami.

"Please accept me as your apprentice! I am willing to spend my entire life pursuing the ultimate in painting and dedicating my life to art!"

The Gozen painter's voice was full of sincerity and enthusiasm, but the scene fell into silence.

"..."

"..."

Seeing no one responded, the imperial painter was not discouraged, but repeated more eagerly: "Please accept me as your apprentice!"

Egawakami did not want to accept the Imperial Painter as his apprentice, and he knew very well that after today, Abe Haruaki would not be able to find him, let alone the Imperial Painter, a mortal.

Therefore, any promise is meaningless to them.

But this imperial painter showed such a fanatical attitude that it seemed he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Jiang Chuan Shang felt a little torn. After all, if he directly rejected the other party, the other party would not give up and was pestering him now.

He leaned behind Abe Haruaki, blinked, and wondered in his mind how to deal with the situation.

After thinking for a moment, Jiangchuanshang showed a cunning look in his eyes. He stretched out his hand carefully and poked Abe Haruaki's lower back.

Abe Haruaki definitely understood what he meant, and it would be more appropriate for him to be the one to give the cold shoulder.

Abe Haruaki immediately felt a few slight forces on his lower back, as if a naughty kitten was scratching him gently with its claws.

His heartbeat quickened slightly, and an indescribable itching feeling surged from the bottom of his heart.

But on the surface he still remained calm and composed, except that his eyes, which were originally as calm as water, now showed a slight ripple of doting.

Abe Haruaki's eyes swept across the imperial painter quickly and sharply, and his cold eyes revealed a warning.

His voice was low and majestic: "You should leave. I am alive today because of your help. What do you want to do by pestering me?"

The imperial painter was startled by the sudden cold look, and the flame of enthusiasm that had just ignited in his heart seemed to be extinguished by a basin of ice water.

He looked at the two people whose rejection was very obvious. Even though he was treated like this, the obsession deep in his heart did not dissipate at all.

At the same time, the boy of the imperial painter had carefully put away the canvas, and walked quickly to his master, lowering his voice and anxiously admonishing:

"My Lord, let's go quickly! These two are royal nobles with extremely prominent status. We can't afford to offend them! If we delay any longer, I'm afraid even our lives will be in danger!"

"..." The imperial painter still looked at Egawakami behind Abe Haruaki persistently, feeling unwilling. How could he miss this opportunity to improve his skills?

Alas——the imperial painter sighed deeply.

The boy beside him was still urging him, "Hurry up, sir. There is no rush to become my disciple. It won't be too late for you to behave well later."

Yes, today was indeed a bit hasty. Ji Jun must have been frightened and even felt that he was impolite and not sincere in becoming his disciple...

The imperial painter, who had not listened to the advice at all, had no choice but to nod and follow the boy away. He looked back every few steps, his fanatical gaze remained the same, but had become more restrained.

After he returned, he locked himself in the room and studied the part of the painting painted by Jiang Chuan Shang all day and night.

Not only that, he continued to copy those paintings, trying to draw more techniques and inspiration from them.

As time went by, his painting skills improved and his fame grew, but he always felt that the rivers and streams he painted were lacking a little bit of flavor.