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There were too many happy things today, and because of the interruption of the incident just now, Qiao Yu even forgot about the two aggressive eunuchs who came last, and happily followed Jing Yan into the house, watching him take out many square boxes from the bookshelf , Open it and look, inside is the paint accumulated over the years.

Qiao Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.He is a child of a family, and should have learned the six arts of a gentleman since he was a child, but the grandmother of the Qiao family felt that he was the only one in this generation, and she was reluctant to go to the ethnology study alone, so she finally invited her husband to teach at home.It's a pity that Qiao Yu's nature is playful, and his ambition is not here. It can be said that he doesn't know anything about the six arts of a gentleman.He has studied for so many years, and there is only one thing he can do well, which is painting. He may not be very proficient in technique, but he has a rare talent in color and landscape experience.

Jing Yan waved to him and explained: "The paint has always been able to withstand storage, and I don't know which generation left it. In that place, there is also a set of new brushes hidden, but most of them are old and not very good. No, I reluctantly picked a few for you. It's a pity that you can't have palace papers in the Taiqing Dynasty, even if someone brought them in earlier, you can't keep them now."

The joy in Qiao Yu's heart was gone, he stood on tiptoe, dipped a little bit of cinnabar cherishedly, and slowly spread it on the back of his hand, seemingly just inadvertently, but gradually blurred into a blooming flower bud.

Jing Yan looked at him pursing his lips, looking serious and cute, raised his tone, and couldn't help chuckling: "Are you in a hurry again? If I can't let you draw, I'll take these things out to seduce you deliberately." Greedy?"

Qiao Yu always believed in the prince's words, in his eyes, Jing Yan was omnipotent, and it was no different even here, so he immediately stretched his head expectantly, and approached Jing Yan.

Jing Yan held down his little head that was about to move, afraid that he would overturn the crumbling bookshelf in a moment of mischief, "There is no paper, but there are a lot of waste bricks. Craftsmen can paint on bricks and stones, so naturally we Xiaoyu can."

In fact, Qiao Yu didn't know much about it. He didn't even paint smoothly on paper, let alone on bricks and stones?But he didn't want to show his timidity in front of Jing Yan and betray his trust, so he gritted his teeth and drove the duck to the shelf in a face-saving way, "Of course, sir said I'm good at painting."

His appearance of being guilty and full of confidence can make people laugh. Jing Yan is usually introverted. Can see the emotions he wants others to see.But it was very different in front of Qiao Yu. At this time, he covered most of his face with his wide sleeves and he saw the smile in his eyes.

Qiao Yu was so angry that her cheeks to her earlobe were red, and she desperately grabbed Jing Yan's sleeve, pulling him out, "Your Highness is laughing at me again! Where is the brick? I want to prove it to His Highness right now!"

Jing Yan followed his wayward way of not going up and down, and was afraid that Qiao Yu would grab his sleeves and get angry and not look at the road. When the time came, he would fall down with tears in his eyes, so he supported his waist from behind and protected Qi Cheng all the way. Qiao Yu from Fugu came to the backyard.

The backyard is piled up with the bricks, stones and tiles accumulated by the collapse of the Taiqing Palace over the years, as well as some old rotten wood, and the intricate patterns carved can still be vaguely seen, but they are all from the past.

More than [-] years ago, when the Taiqing Palace was first built, it was not for the purpose of a cold palace or a forbidden garden. Every plant and tree in the palace had a fixed number, and even the bricks and stones were paid special attention to.Most of the imperial cities of the Great Zhou Dynasty used two kinds of bricks and stones. One was fired red bricks. According to the regulations of the palace, the color was extremely rich and colorful.The other is the blue bricks polished by stones, which are pure and simple.

Qiao Yu was small and didn't have much strength, so Jing Yan left him aside and went to pick out a few intact bricks and stones, stacked them with one hand, and moved them to the study.

He followed Jing Yan, wanting to get closer, but afraid of getting in the way, he was like a little bee that couldn't find his way, and asked buzzingly: "Are you tired? Don't look at my age." Small, strong, strong, or else I'll move one too!"

For such a small person, he is out of breath every day when he carries a food box, but he doesn't blush when he tells lies.

Jing Yan didn't expose his lies, and rejected his kindness with a smile, and walked to the study in two or three steps, put the bricks and stones on the desk, and put out the paints.

Qiao Yu chose a complete red brick and roughly measured the size. His thick long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. He was always very serious when he was painting.After thinking about it for a while, Qiao Yu raised his eyes and picked out a long-pointed wolf brush. He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand to make sure that it would not hinder his movement. The bricks outline the lines that have already been drawn in the mind.

His expression was extremely serious, his brows were slightly frowned, his lips were pursed, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of startling the wet ink.Qiao Yu is a pampered and willful child, most of the time she is too lively, jumping around, unable to stop, and rarely so quiet.

The weather outside was bad, and the house was too dark. Jing Yan moved forward and lit two candles around the desk. Qiao Yu's whole body was reflected in the dim light. From Jing Yan's angle, he could see his face. A small half of the profile.

Qiao Yu's facial features are all very soft curves, white skin, red lips, long hair hanging down her shoulders, black sideburns, half-closed eyebrows and eyes, it seems that there is water vaguely inside, and the whole person is immersed in the light.His profile looks like only these three pure colors, but it doesn't look pale, but hazy and quiet, extremely moving.

He drew for a long time, and those seemingly inexplicable lines gradually merged, and two figures, one big and one small, appeared.

Those are the backs of two people walking in the veranda.The older one was wearing a black blouse with fluttering sleeves, walking in front, the younger one staggered a few steps and fell behind, stretched out one chubby hand to grab the wide sleeve of the person in front, and held the other hand A paper cage with a shining light inside.

This is the scene when Jing Yan and Qiao Yu first met three years ago.At that time, Jing Yan spent the whole night catching fireflies by the small pond in the back garden for the first time in his life, just to coax Qiao Yu to stop crying pitifully.Before Qiao Yu had had enough fun, she chased after Jing Yan on her short legs, and told Brother Immortal not to run all the way, which caused a lot of jokes among the palace people.

Jing Yan was startled, and lowered his head to caress the blank space on the painting.The bricks and stones are not easy to paint, and the time is too short, so Qiao Yu only used the clothes pattern pen to outline the lines of the clothes and the figure of the figure, and then used a soft pen to smudge the color on the hem of the clothes, which looks romantic and ingenious .

However, Qiao Yu did not paint himself like this.Because there is no maroon paint here, and the cinnabar color is too close to the masonry background color, a little smearing can't show the color, so Qiao Yu simply smeared all her clothes with cinnabar, and the whole back is full of strong and festive red.

Qiao Yu was actually a little guilty. He drew this way because he was not good at drawing faces and expressions, so he chose a tricky way, and he didn't know if he could fool it.

On the other hand, he kept remembering the first time he met the prince, and he also thought about Jing Yan's memory.

Jing Yan smiled and remained silent for a while, then suddenly nodded Qiao Yu's nose, "Three years ago, you didn't dress so festively and cutely, like a fuwa boy sitting down by a fairy. Why, yourself Painting yourself, can you make up such random things?"

Qiao Yu was dumbfounded, and said "ah" in a daze.

The author has something to say:

Fuwa, Crying Treasure, Spoiled Little Talent, Qiao Yu and His Royal Highness the Prince wish everyone a New Year greeting!

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