The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 265

[Chapter 265 Painting]

Zhao Yan thought for a while, raised her eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, and suddenly asked: “Where is my birthday gift? Didn’t you promise me?” When

Fang Xiu heard this, he was slightly startled, and then, She looked at Zhao Yan with a very aggrieved look and asked: “Yesterday’s kite and fireworks, don’t they count as birthday gifts?”

Zhao Yan curled her lips and said: “How can anyone give gifts the day before a birthday? Then The two can only be considered gifts from you, but they are not birthday gifts.”

Sure enough, women are all big pigs.

When Fang Xiu heard this, he suddenly felt helpless.

After thinking about it, he took out a personal jade pendant from his arms, handed it to Zhao Yan, and said, “I came in a hurry this time, so I didn’t think about preparing any gifts. I have been carrying this jade pendant with me since I was born.

This Once, I reluctantly gave up my love and gave it to you.”

Zhao Yan glanced at the blackened jade pendant, and her face suddenly turned dark.

This jade pendant was obviously bought when we went shopping together at Chunfeng Tower last time.

Because there was a strange little pig drawn on it, she remembered it deeply.

I remember that Fang Xiu gave the little pig a name, probably Peppa Pig.

She couldn’t remember the specifics, but what was certain was that the value of a jade pendant of this quality would never exceed ten taels of silver.

The Fang Mansion is an aristocratic family, and no matter what, it is impossible to give the only heir a personal jade pendant worth less than ten taels of silver.

“It’s too perfunctory, I don’t want it.”

Zhao Yan raised her eyes, glanced at Fang Xiu, and said lightly.

Fang Xiu felt even more helpless when he heard this.

I was in a hurry to attend her birthday party this time, and I didn’t think of preparing any more gifts. After searching all over my body, I only found this jade pendant that looked like Peppa Pig.

Could it be possible that Her Royal Highness the Princess has other intentions for me?

Fang Xiu glanced at Zhao Yan suspiciously, took a step back subconsciously, and asked, “Then what gift do you want?”

Zhao Yan lowered his head when he heard this, with a thoughtful look on his face.

After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Fang Xiu. A smile appeared on his pretty face and he said, “I want you to make a painting for me.”

Fang Xiu was startled for a moment and looked at the person who was painting Xiu’er not far away. The so-called ‘Master Wu’ is a bit speechless.

The most famous painter in Chu State is here at the moment. He is so good, why does he still paint by himself?

I was about to refuse, but then I thought about it. It doesn’t cost much money or time to make a painting.

Since she wants to paint, she can just paint one for her, so as not to make her unhappy. By then, the money she has stored in Chunfeng Tower may be hopeless.

“Okay, what painting do you want?”

Fang Xiu looked at Zhao Yan and asked.

Zhao Yan thought for a while and asked, “Did you draw the painting on the kite before?”

Fang Xiu nodded without denying it.

After all, he was the only one in the entire Fang Mansion who had the energy and time to paint. There was no need to hide this.

Zhao Yan got the affirmative answer, smiled and said: “Then I want you to draw me a portrait, preferably like the one on the kite.”

Fang Xiu thought for a while, nodded and said: “No problem , pen, ink, paper and inkstone.”

Before she could finish speaking, she heard Zhao Yan take over the words and say: “We have all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, I’ll get them for you.”

After saying that, she trotted away and took it from Master Wu. Some pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Master Wu was concentrating on painting Xiu’er. When he saw Her Royal Highness the Princess coming over, he was about to stand up and say something when he saw that he was being ignored by Her Highness the Princess.

Her Royal Highness the Princess picked some pens, inks and inkstones that she did not use, then took away a piece of rice paper, and then placed them all on another stone table.

At the same time, he picked a stone bench and sat down.

Master Wu was a little confused by Zhao Yan’s series of actions. Just as he was about to ask, he saw that guy Fang Xiu walking over. He swallowed back what he wanted to ask.

However, what he never expected was that after Fang Xiu came over, he didn’t pay attention to himself or look at his paintings. Instead, he picked up paper, ink, pen and inkstone and looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Seeing this scene, although the expression on Master Wu’s face did not change at all, he was indeed very disdainful of it.

Painting, like calligraphy, requires a lot of time and energy. Only by practicing day after day can you achieve some success.

For example, he began to look at paintings at the age of three, and began to paint at the age of seven. It was not until he was in his twenties that he achieved some success. The paintings he painted could be sold for some copper plates in his county.

At the age of thirty, he gained some fame in the state capital, and his works attracted the favor of some gentry.

When he was in his forties, he finally gained a certain reputation and status in the circle of painters in Chu State. He finally attracted his majesty’s attention and was recruited into the palace as his royal painter.

It is not until today that we have achieved this level of achievement and status.

Although he didn’t know Fang Xiu very well, he also knew that with his personality, he would never be able to concentrate on practicing painting.

Therefore, seeing him in front of him, wanting to paint for Her Royal Highness the Princess, was just like Lu Ban seeing a person in his class who was wielding an axe, and he felt ridiculous.

Even so, he did not dare to show it. He just laughed in his heart and returned his attention to the painting.

He looked at Xiu’er who was sitting on the stone bench not far away.

Beside him, Fang Xiu didn’t notice Master Wu’s slightly unusual behavior.

At this moment, all his attention was on Zhao Yan.

It was not that he had never done portraits for others before, but they were all Q-version head portraits drawn with pencils, and portraits were drawn with brushes. He had really never tried it.

Holding the brush in his hand, he stood there. After an unknown amount of time, he still didn’t write.

After a while, Zhao Yan finally couldn’t help it and asked: “Are you okay yet?” Fang

Xiu showed an embarrassed expression on his face and replied: “I have never painted portraits before.” When

Zhao Yan heard this, she immediately Feeling a little speechless, he raised his eyes, glanced at Fang Xiu, and asked in a somewhat puzzled tone: “Weren’t you the one who painted the painting on the kite before?”

Fang Xiu had a helpless expression on his face and replied: ” That’s not a portrait painting.”

After Zhao Yan heard this, she thought about it and found that it was not wrong.

There are only a few strokes in the painting on the kite, and the emphasis is on the artistic conception, which is completely different from the portrait painting. It is understandable that I don’t know how to start the painting.

Thinking of this, she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but before she could speak, she heard Fang Xiu in front of her say: “Do you have any charcoal here?”

Zhao Yan’s face changed when she heard the word ‘charcoal’. With a puzzled expression on his face, he asked: “What is charcoal?”

(End of this chapter)