Douluo: Dog licking system, why do you do it the other way around?

Wu Chuan pondered for a moment, this situation was beyond his expectation.

Painting a painting for Princess Xue Ke, there are so many twists and turns in it, as if contaminated with secular art, it is not worthy of being a noble person... Ordinary painters may not mind it.

But he is different, he does not paint for a living, nor does he love it.

What do your peers think?

Wu Chuan pretended to think deeply, gave Master Muse some face, then shook his head and sighed: "I understand. But I promised Brother Xue, so I can't go back on my word anyway, thank you for your kindness."

Master Muse sighed, shook his head and said:

"I knew it would be like this. When the time comes, I will stand by your side... I hope you will not be disturbed by them. However, with the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, those people will not make things difficult for you."

Chapter 97 Birthday Banquet

After sending Xue Qinghe away, Wu Chuan soon discovered that little Bibi Dong was too sensible!

Perhaps because she was afraid of being abandoned, Little Bibi Dong was not at all as arrogant as the female pope at the time. She followed Wu Chuan, serving tea and water, and was anxious not to let her do it.

The corner of Wu Chuan's mouth twitched from being served, is he playing with fire?

When Bibi Dong recovers, thinking of how to serve him, how should he treat himself?

Wu Chuan didn't think much about it, because compared to this, it seemed that sharing the same bed was more risky, but he did it anyway... Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that he was hungry, but that Little Bibidong was very annoying.

In the early morning of the next day, Wu Chuan opened his eyes and took off the little hand on his chest.

As soon as he sat up, the little Bibi Dong next to him woke up, rubbed his eyes and sat up too, and hugged his arm humbly, "Brother Xiaochuan, where are you going? I'm coming too..."

"Dong'er, I'm going to do business, and I'll be back in the evening."

Wu Chuan rubbed little Bibi Dong's head, and comforted him.

If it were any other place, he would have agreed to little Bibi Dong, but at Princess Xue Ke's birthday party, the guests were all celebrities, so there was no guarantee that someone would recognize Bibi Dong.

It would be bad if there was a disturbance at that time.

Little Bibidong was very obedient, hugged Wu Chuan's neck and smacked, blushing and getting under the quilt.

"..." Well, I made another note.

Wu Chuan thought happily in bitterness.

After getting dressed and washing up, when Wu Chuan went out, Xue Qinghe had already brought the carriage. Although it was awkward to get along with him, Wu Chuan couldn't let others leave with his hot face and cold ass.

Princess Xue Ke's birthday party was at "Yuexuan".

This is an elegant place, well-known in the art world, even Emperor Xue Ye once publicly praised it, and the nobles also sought after it.

Wu Chuan followed Xue Qinghe into Yuexuan, and the waiters inside were all well-dressed, with elegant postures and a touch of arrogance...Of course, they only showed a hint of arrogance when there was no one there.

Wu Chuan was wearing an exquisite dress, and Xue Qinghe straightened his tie when he got off the carriage.

As a result, Wu Chuan hasn't slowed down yet.

The melodious music sounded, and many distinguished guests had already come, drinking and chatting in twos and threes. This was the first time for Wu Chuan to participate in such an occasion, but he was not afraid, only a little impatient.

Thinking in my heart to deal with it quickly...

"Xiao Chuan, you always have to face this kind of occasion, let me familiarize you with it?" Xue Qinghe noticed Wu Chuan's emotions, turned his head slightly to Wu Chuan, and said this sentence in a low voice.

Wu Chuan immediately shook his head and said, "No need, brother Xue, I..."

Before he finished speaking, a few nobles leaned over with wine glasses and smiling.

Seeing this scene, Xue Qinghe blinked at Wu Chuan, "Xiao Chuan, it doesn't seem like you can keep a low profile if you want to? Those are the Duke of Campbell and the Marquis of Hulun..."

Xue Qinghe's introduction was very detailed. Before those nobles arrived, Wu Chuan matched them up.

"Qinghe, we haven't seen each other for a while. This...is Master Wu who even Master Muse is ashamed of? Hehe, Qinghe, please give us a recommendation."

A nobleman raised his glass with a smile and said with a smile.

The other nobles also had smiles all over their faces, their eyes were focused on Wu Chuan, and they greeted warmly.

"Master Wu is young and promising. Just looking at his age, it's hard to imagine. Now Princess Xue Ke can get a portrait painting, which is really enviable. We can also appreciate Master Wu's paintings..."

"Master Wu..."

The attention of these nobles was on Wu Chuan, with an eager attitude, not at all like a high-ranking noble.

In fact, not only them, but more nobles looked towards this side.

Wu Chuan's identity as a painting master is very sought after.

Especially now that Xue Qinghe is personally accompanying him, it has increased Wu Chuan's worth.

Just like "Yuexuan"...

Wu Chuan had a smirk all over his face. He didn't have any desire to enter the upper class society where other people squeezed their heads, but he didn't have the slightest desire.

Xue Qinghe is like a fish in water, so he introduced it to both parties.

Just when Wu Chuan was about to find an excuse to leave, a girl with short hair in a costume approached, and the nobles immediately parted ways. After the girl with short hair came in, she hugged Xue Qinghe's arm while looking at Wu Chuan.

"This is Master Wu Chuan, right? Brother, why don't you introduce me?"

Princess Xue Ke said with a smile.

Xue Qinghe scratched the bridge of her nose, and said with a smile: "What else do you want to introduce? How many times have you talked about Master Wu Chuan? Xiao Chuan has also heard about you for a long time. If you can ask Xiao Chuan to paint for you, you will secretly be happy." Bar!"

Princess Xue Ke blinked, looked at Wu Chuan, and stretched out a hand.

"Master Wu, hello..."

"His Royal Highness Xue Ke." Wu Chuan nodded slightly.

He took a special look at the top of Princess Xue Ke's head. This little girl looked very pretty, but unfortunately she couldn't meet the standard of a goddess, so she no longer attracted Wu Chuan.

Wu Chuan lacked interest, and after a few polite words, he went straight to the corner.

As soon as Wu Chuan sat down, a group of nobles gathered around Wu Chuan. This group of distinguished guys had no pride at all. They all wanted to make friends with Wu Chuan.

Facing their enthusiasm, Wu Chuan was very indifferent, and waved his hands, expressing that he needed to be quiet.

Those aristocrats didn't take it seriously, they gave out the famous posts in a very decent manner, and then spread them out. They were not in a hurry. Anyway, Wu Chuan had broken the "hidden rules" by painting Princess Xue Ke.

In just half an hour, the table in front of Wu Chuan was piled up with name cards half a meter high.

Just as Wu Chuan put them into the storage soul guide, a voice sounded beside him.

"Master Wu, have you experienced it? This is Vanity Fair..." A middle-aged man with long brown hair was sitting next to him. He had stubble and exuded an artistic atmosphere.

Seeing the familiar middle-aged man, Wu Chuan frowned slightly.

"You are……?"

"I'm also a master of painting, Zhuo Buqun, you can call me Mr. Zhuo, or Master Zhuo. You may not have heard of me..." Zhuo Buqun smiled slightly, looked at Wu Chuan and said.

"Yes, I don't pay much attention to the world of painters." Wu Chuan was not afraid of offending anyone at all.

After only exchanging a few words, he saw the fact that those who engage in art seem to have no emotional intelligence, especially this kind of master, who has no self-knowledge at all and has inexplicable confidence.

In the final analysis, the mainland is a world dominated by soul masters, and art is just a condiment.

A painter, even if he is a master, why should he be crazy?

Zhuo Buqun's intention to get close to him is nothing more than testing his choice, whether to maintain the purity of the master and art, or to be polluted by the world... Wu Chuan really doesn't care, and he doesn't plan to make a career in the world of painters.

Therefore, he choked on the other party abruptly.

Hearing Wu Chuan's words, Zhuo Buqun's face froze. According to etiquette, even if he didn't know, he couldn't be so rude. He sneered, "I don't know, I'm normal. But you must know that His Highness Xue Beng..."

Zhuo Buqun said sarcastically, got up and left.

Chapter 98 The Sulking Xueqinghe

Xue Beng followed Dugu Bo into the hall, he looked like a fool, looking left and right, a typical playboy, his eyes were specially fixed on those beautiful ladies.

Xue Beng actually had no interest in attending Princess Xue Ke's birthday party.

He didn't care about a stupid younger sister being coaxed around by that guy Xue Qinghe. He came here to deal with the matter and spread his reputation as a dude by the way.

Xue Beng squinted his eyes, and asked in his mouth:

"Your Majesty, why are you interested in coming to this banquet...?"

Xue Beng originally planned to come alone, but yesterday his uncle, Prince Xue Xing, suddenly stopped him, saying that Poison Douluo was going to participate, and asked him to guide Poison Douluo as a junior and help the opponent.

Poison Douluo, who always hated such occasions, volunteered to attend the birthday party.

Xue Beng is very curious, and there may be secrets in it.

Dugu Bo glanced at him lightly, snorted coldly, and said, "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask." After speaking, Dugu Bo found a corner to sit down by himself, with an appearance of staying away from strangers.

Seeing the position chosen by Poison Douluo, Xue Beng was suddenly happy, my good fellow, Poison Douluo wants the old tree to bloom?

He actually sat next to a group of ladies...

Sweeping his eyes out again, Xue Beng frowned slightly. The young man surrounded by the ladies turned out to be Wu Chuan. He had specially investigated the other party to get some basic information.

I didn't expect Wu Chuan to appear here, and Poison Douluo was still sitting next to him. What's the relationship between the two?

A thoughtful look flashed across Xue Beng's eyes.

"Xue Beng, what are you looking at?" A gentle voice rang in his ears.

"!!!" Xue Beng's heart almost stopped suddenly, this voice was his nightmare, Xue Qinghe!

Turning his head slowly, a gentle face came into view, Xue Beng swallowed, scratched his head and smiled, "Brother...why did you suddenly appear, frighten me..."

Xue Beng was worthy of being the film king, so he quickly put on a cynical attitude.

"Damn! Aren't you looking at that little boy? Look, those ladies are all around him. I'm really envious of me. Mrs. Liszt, who I have a crush on, even came over..."

Xue Qinghe followed his guidance and looked over, frowning slightly.

In that corner, Wu Chuan was indeed surrounded by a group of noble ladies, like hungry wolves, with green eyes, who wanted to eat Wu Chuan, which is also reasonable.

Your circle is really messy.

A talented, good-looking, and physically fit guy like Wu Chuan, and that group of dissolute ladies, must not be able to help but drool, and send them to their door to spend love together.

Xue Qinghe knew that this scene would happen a long time ago, but now that it really happened, she couldn't help frowning.

Big fire!Very hot!

Those bitches dare to covet Wu Chuan...

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, stared fiercely at Xue Beng, and said coldly: "Xue Beng, as a blood of the royal family, how could you say that kind of thing! Brother is very disappointed in you..."

Xue Qinghe patted Xue Beng on the shoulder very hard.

"...I, I know I was wrong." Xue Beng almost collapsed, and responded with a mournful face.

He still doesn't know that he has been angered...

With a cold snort, Xue Qinghe quickly walked to that corner, standing behind the ladies, she saw the scene inside, a lady showed most of her breasts, begging Wu Chuan for his autograph...

Surrounded by Yingying and Yanyan, Wu Chuan looked at a loss and was at a loss.

Xue Qinghe felt better, coughed, and when the ladies turned to look at him, he said indifferently: "Lady, I have something to talk to Master Wu privately, can you give us some space?"

When asked, but in a cold tone, Xue Qinghe glared at the ladies.

The noble ladies looked at each other, but they didn't dare to provoke Xue Qinghe, and fled in all directions in desperation. A bold one staggered deliberately before leaving, and dribbled the ball into Wu Chuan's shoulder.

Xue Qinghe's eyelids twitched violently, this damn bitch!

After everyone left, Xue Qinghe sat down next to Wu Chuan, put his hands heavily on the table, said nothing, did not look at Wu Chuan, and stared coldly at the hall.

Wu Chuan raised his eyebrows, no way, Xue Qinghe is jealous?

Can you pay attention to the occasion?

Now you are putting on a manly face and you are arguing with me, what will outsiders think when they see it?

Don't you think the two of them are having sex?

In order to restore his reputation, Wu Chuan patted the powder off his clothes, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Xue. Otherwise, I really don't know how to get out of the situation just now."

"You don't blame me for spoiling your good deed?" Xue Qinghe snorted coldly, then turned to look Wu Chuan in the eyes.

That gaze seemed to see through Wu Chuan's heart...