I have the beauty of the villain's love

Bai Lian was still thinking about the picture of Begonia sleeping in spring that Miaoyin asked for, but the next day he saw Luo Wenpei painting in the study again, and changed his mind about asking for it.But he didn't know how to speak, so he stood aside and watched for a long time.

Luo Wenpei was very focused when painting, and when he finished writing, he saw Bai Lian who came over at some time, "How long has the sixth prince been here?"

"It's only been here for a while." In fact, when Bai Lian came, the ink and wash painting of mountain dwelling in front of him had just begun to draw a distant mountain, and now a long scroll has been completely drawn.

Looking at his appearance, Luo Wenpei knew that he had been here for more than an hour and a half, and was about to say something when she saw Bai Lian walking up to him, leaning over to look at the picture he had just painted.

"What's the name of this painting painted by the son-in-law?" Bai Li'an looked at the painting with mountains and rivers, and there were lonely ducks flying together, which was quite artistic.

Luo Wenpei said, "It's just a random drawing, and it doesn't have a name yet."

No matter what Bai Lian said, he also learned to draw, but this kind of thing really depends on his talent. Some people have aura in their paintings, and insects, fish, flowers and birds are lifelike, while some people can only draw dead objects. Look alike.Bai Lian is the latter, so when he saw the landscapes painted by Luo Wenpei, he sighed for his lack of talent, but at the same time couldn't help admiring Luo Wenpei, "The concubine's paintings are really good, a bit like the ones I saw before. The mood of the poem."

"What poem?" Luo Wenpei was very interested when he heard Bai Lian talk about it.

"The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky." Bai Li'an said.

Luo Wenpei himself is a quick-witted person, after chewing carefully in his heart, he was amazed by the artistic conception in this poem, "It is indeed a good poem, but it is the first time I have heard it, and I don't know who it came from." hand."

Bai Lian only remembered this sentence, "I saw it in a book a long time ago, but I have forgotten who wrote it."

Luo Wenpei picked up the pen and mentioned the line of poem that Bai Lian had just read on it.He looked at paintings and poems for a while, and picked up his pen for a while to draw a round of sunset in the mountains.

Bai Lian saw that there were many paintings hanging in the study room, all of which were open landscape paintings, and occasionally there were a few pictures of birds. He deliberately asked, "Why don't you draw some flowers and plants?"

When Luo Wenpei heard Bai Lian's words, he moved his eyes from the painting, "I'm not good at flowers and plants."

Bai Lian didn't expect this to be the reason, and was stunned for a moment, "I see that there is a kind of aura in the paintings of the son-in-law, whether it is a dead scene or a living thing."

"Aura?" Luo Wenpei heard such an evaluation for the first time.

Bai Lian talked about aura, but this is the most common way to praise people for their good painting skills. Whether it is abstract or realistic, a sentence with aura is considered a compliment. Li'an really needs to be asked, but isn't this ink painting the best thing to say, "This painting of the son-in-law uses light colors to describe the green mist entering the valley, the vast river, and the sunset. When you look closely, you feel that the painting style is out of the world. But looking at it from a distance—the scenery of mountains and waters, quiet and bright, reflecting the lone bird in the sky, it is also a majestic picture of tide rise.”

Luo Wenpei didn't expect Bai Li'an to see the mystery in this painting, "Unexpectedly, the sixth prince is also a person who is good at painting."

After all, he is a guy who eats. Where should he put it? Others can hear some sense of Bai Lian's nonsense, not to mention Luo Wenpei, "It's not very good at it, but when it's boring in the palace, it will Take a look at the calligraphy and paintings of those famous masters."

Bai Li'an, a prince in the cold palace, has such a likable disposition, and Luo Wenpei couldn't help but favor him a bit in his heart.

Of course, Bai Lian's goal was not just to flatter Luo Wenpei, "It's just—"

Luo Wenpei got closer to him, and when he seemed to have something to say, she pretended to be listening.

"Landscape paintings are expansive, and vegetation paintings are detailed--while the son-in-law looks at the majestic scenery, he might as well focus on the fine details." Bai Li'an began to lead the topic.

Naturally, Luo Wenpei didn't realize that Bai Lian's topic was deliberate. After thinking about it seriously, he even felt that what Bai Lian said was very correct, "Then what does the sixth prince think?"

"Your son-in-law might as well draw flowers and plants, start from the small, and then paint the open scenery, there will be another breakthrough." Of course, what Bai Lian said is all false. Painting is all about practice. No matter what you draw, as long as you keep drawing, you will definitely improve.

Luo Wenpei lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, "Okay. It's just—"

Hearing his good-bye, Bai Lian felt a little joy in his heart, and before he finished speaking, he said directly, "My son-in-law is wondering where to get the flowers and plants?"

Luo Wenpei nodded.

Bai Lian is a master at drawing dead objects. When teaching a talented person like Luo Wenpei, he has to use what he is best at to fool him. Blooming flowers, petal color gradient..."

There are many words Luo Wenpei has never heard before, and he only listened based on his own understanding. After listening, his attitude towards Bai Lian changed again, "The sixth prince is willing to enlighten me, thank you very much."

Bai Lian was made a little guilty by him, the highest level of painting is to paint the dead objects into living things, but now he wants to lead the highest level to turn his head to draw those dead objects, "I just said casually That's all. Let the son-in-law laugh."

Luo Wenpei saw that when he was talking about how to draw, Bai Lian looked confident, but after he finished speaking, he became nervous again. This appearance made him want to...

"Would you like to give it a try, son-in-law?" Bai Lian thought that he could get the crabapple flower today so that he could use it to coax Miaoyin.

Luo Wenpei hesitated, "I've never flowered, I'm afraid I will..."

"Everything starts from scratch. Since the son-in-law is the top student in high school, he is not the kind of person who is self-styled." After Bai Lian finished speaking, he thought it was funny, "Could it be that the son-in-law is afraid of not drawing well? I laughed at you ?"

Luo Wenpei did have such an idea.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Bai Lian was stunned for a while, and then he couldn't help laughing.

Luo Wenpei coughed twice in embarrassment. He looked like he was refusing people thousands of miles away, but when he got close to him, he found that he was very shy inside. This contrast is really...

"Your son-in-law is young, with outstanding writing skills and painting skills. It's too late for me to admire you. How could I laugh at you?" Bai Lian stopped the smile on his face and said with a serious look.

Luo Wenpei's expression gradually softened, "Then... I'm making a fool of myself."

Bai Lian watched Luo Wenpei pick up the pen eagerly, and under his expectant eyes, Luo Wenpei put the pen back.

Bai Lian, "My son-in-law, you..."

"I didn't think of anything to draw at the moment." Luo Wenpei said.

Bai Lian originally thought that Luo Wenpei would draw a few pictures before he could lead to Haitang, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth, so he said, "Why don't you draw Haitang."

Luo Wenpei replied, "Okay." Then he picked up his pen again, and didn't put it down for a while.

Bai Lian was lying on the table waiting for him to draw. Seeing that he was still not writing, he felt a little anxious, "Why doesn't the son-in-law draw?"

"I can draw whatever I have in mind, but the begonia—" Luo Wenpei rarely showed a embarrassed expression, "I really don't know how to write."

If it weren't for the begonia's flowering period, Bai Li'an would have gone out to grab a handful and bring it to Luo Wenpei.Seeing that Luo Wenpei was about to put down the pen again, Bai Lian quickly stopped his hand, "My son-in-law, why don't I draw a picture, so you can take a look first?"

Seeing Bai Lian's serious expression, Luo Wenpei nodded inexplicably.

Bai Lian took the pens on the table. His Changle Palace was full of the kind of white jade pens, a thin one, but Luo Wenpei's here were all two-finger-thick sandalwood pens, and Bai Lian held them in his hand. , I always feel that I can’t find the feeling of painting.

Seeing that Bai Lian couldn't hold the pen well, Luo Wenpei went around behind him, held Bai Lian's palm with his hand, and adjusted the pen holding posture.

Bai Lian was also anxious to get the picture of Begonia sleeping in spring. After he finished holding the pen, he hurriedly wrote it. Fortunately, he didn't waste the guy who used to eat. After a few strokes, the picture of Begonia slowly flourished. Luo Wenpei, who was behind him, was fascinated by the branches and leaves.

Bai Lian was still thinking about where the flower bud painting would be better. While looking down at the painting, he dipped in the ink. The ink in the inkstone was polished by Luo Wenpei just now. The ink stains dripped all the way down the edge of the paper.Bai Lian immediately realized that when he took the pen away, the paper was already stained with ink.

Luo Wenpei looked at Bai Lian's face, he had been painting that painting for a long time, and he only had to draw a few flowers, and now it was stained by ink stains, what a pity.

Bai Lian just frowned slightly, and started to draw again—it was not irreparable.

Luo Wenpei watched him paint, and he drew the place where the ink was stained just now into stamens, which were more compact, and added some petals, with different shades of color, which added a bit of charm to the look.

Because the ink was dripping too much, Bai Lian originally only painted a piece of paper, and had to add a lot of branches and leaves to make up for it. The painting that could have been finished in half an hour was worn down by him for an hour.After finishing the painting, Bai Lian saw that Luo Wenpei behind him was still staring at the painting.

"The Sixth Prince's painting skills are extraordinary, I have seen it today." Luo Wenpei said.

Bai Lian could only draw these dead objects, and of course he was embarrassed to show it in front of Luo Wenpei, "I would be happier if others praised it, but in front of the son-in-law, this is really a bit of a trick."

The literati Luo Wenpei came into contact with, as long as they had some talent, they all looked aloof and did not go with the world. He saw such people a lot, and he felt a little disgusted—like Bai Lian, who obviously had some talent , but humble, he likes it from the bottom of his heart.

"Does the son-in-law look like that crabapple?" Bai Lian asked.

Luo Wenpei looked at Bai Lian in front of him and looked up, his eyes twitched inexplicably, "There are some shadows, but we need to observe and observe - otherwise the painting is too bad, and the sixth prince will be wasted." It taught me a lot.”

Bai Lian spoke politely to him again, but it was now noon, and the sound of cicadas chirping outside came to his ears. He stood beside him for a while, and became a little sleepy.Seeing that Luo Wenpei was still standing at the table concentrating on his painting just now, he went around and sat down on the chair by the window.

The sash windows were half-closed, allowing the sunlight to filter in.

Bai Lian covered his lips and yawned. He wanted to close his eyes and squint for a while, then fell asleep unconsciously.

Luo Wenpei looked at the painting for a long time, and just now he watched Bai Lian write a remedy. Originally, if a painting deviates from the original idea, what is drawn will always go against the owner's wishes, but Bai Lian modified the ink stain There is no sense of stagnation, and the more you look at it, the more delicate the strokes are, and every point is just right.

Luo Wenpei thought for a while, but still didn't know where to start writing, but for some reason, he raised his head and glanced at Bai Lian who was leaning against the window.

Bai Lian was wearing his old clothes, but it did not detract from his exquisite eyebrows. He leaned on the chair with his head tilted, and the shadows under his eyelashes were like butterfly wings.

It really looks like a budding flower surrounded by branches and leaves.

That flower used to bloom in the deep palace, and no one appreciated it, but now it grows in his courtyard, and its brilliance flows, which only makes people's hearts tremble.

Luo Wenpei had never drawn flowers and plants before, but today, a cluster of flowers bloomed in his heart. He glanced at Bai Lian, and the smile on his lips became more and more mellow.Then he picked up his pen—

One line is the branches and leaves, lush and layered, one line is butterflies, flying among the flowers and leaves, and one line is flower buds, painted all the way from the first bloom to the full bloom.Burning and gorgeous, eye-catching.

Every time Luo Wenpei drew a stroke, he had to look at Bai Lian. If he hadn't painted a bunch of begonias in his painting, he would have thought he was painting Bai Lian when he was asleep.

By the time the pen was written, the paper-filled begonias were almost about to bloom. Although there were only two colors, it felt so gorgeous that it filled the garden with fragrance.

Sleeping in the sun, Bai Li'an's cheeks were a little flushed, Luo Wenpei saw his face was flushed, and his heart moved, he opened the jade box containing cinnabar from the table, dipped a little with his fingertips, and tapped it in the middle of the stamen .For a while, the flower buds on a painting seemed to grow out of the paper.

Luo Wenpei felt that there was something missing on the paper, and when he thought about the lip tea he drank in the palace that day, he put a few drops of dew on it.

The fresh crabapple is so tender and delicate that it seems that the wind can blow down sweet dew.

Luo Wenpei looked at it again and again, and felt that this painting was more to his liking than the landscape painting just now, so he decided to show it to Bai Lian, but when he walked to Bai Lian's side, seeing how he was lightly asleep, he felt uncomfortable again. I feel like I can't bear to bother.

Unknowingly, he stopped beside Bai Li'an for a while.

There was a wind blowing outside the window, and the leaves rustled as the wind blew. Bai Lian, who had fallen asleep, seemed to be waking up, but he just wrinkled his nose, and then curled up even tighter.

Luo Wenpei felt as if he was taking care of a delicate flower now. He bent down and saw Bailian's slightly parted lips - a faint crimson color.There is a bend there, and the whole face is extremely moving and magnificent.

Luo Wenpei leaned down in a strange way, and lightly touched Bai Lian's forehead with his lips, then he raised his hand, and tied Bai Lian's broken hair hanging in front of his eyes behind his ears.

"Madam's lips, are they sweet too?"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Baili Minghua: I am gentle and considerate and care about the growth of the emperor's younger brother

Scumbag Author: An An goes out of the palace to flirt with her sister

Yu Qingtan: I live a good life, cold outside and hot inside

Scumbag author: An An flirts with your sister behind your back

Luo Wenpei: I am elegant and understanding

Scumbag author: Ann uses your painting to flirt with girls

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Bai Lian: The protagonist of another family opened Goldfinger, what did you open for me?

Scumbag author: Golden Chrysanthemum!

Bai Lian: [There is nothing to love in life]

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