The prince is very cruel

Chapter 130

"Giggle..."

The two rushed into the study and slammed the door shut.

The maids thought that the two men were going for that and they all backed away, but in fact, Guan Ning found the charcoal in the incense burner, sharpened it, and began to outline.

Qin Yao watched from the side, a little surprised. Can this thing draw?

Then, Guan Ning's brilliant brushstrokes were seen, with each stroke and each stroke creating a blend of light and dark, and the shadows being three-dimensional, a miracle indeed!

The more Qin Yao looked, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't help but cover her red lips.

You should know that in ancient times there were only ink-splashing paintings, and sketching was introduced to the Central Plains from the West in later generations. Ink-splashing emphasizes freehand brushwork, while sketching emphasizes three-dimensionality and vividness. These are two different styles!

Swish swish!

Guan Ning kept sweeping the charcoal pencil in his hand, piling up shadows and outlining one natural line after another.

It was an extremely beautiful palace dress, graceful and elegant, with a huge peony on the chest. It was somewhat similar to the evening gowns of later generations, but it was not revealing at all, and it looked like a unique palace dress.

Even a beauty like Qin Yao, who has no shortage of beautiful clothes, couldn't let it go, and her eyes lit up.

a long time!

As the last blank space and highlight are erased, the entire painting is sublimated, and the beautiful palace dress comes to life on the paper.

"call!"

"All right!"

"Sister Yao, what do you think?"

"Beautiful, so beautiful!" Qin Yao was stunned.

"You, how can you draw? And you draw with charcoal, it's so magical, as if it's real, I have never seen such a painting!" She couldn't calm down.

"Hahaha."

"This is called sketching. A wandering monk taught me it. If you like, I can teach you!"

"Really?"

"Nonsense, you are my master, can't you teach me this little thing?" Guan Ning complained.

Although the words were a bit casual, Qin Yao liked them.

He laughed and cursed: "Damn it!"

"Come, sit down. What happens next depends on you." Guan Ning pushed the man down.

"Come and see how to choose materials and match colors."

"Since it's the Double Ninth Festival banquet, I think it would be better to have something festive. Red, what do you think?" She raised her head, but found that Guan Ning's eyes were not on the painting at all.

She covered her chest with her hands, blushing and said angrily: "Do you want to do it or not? If not, I'm leaving."

"Hahaha, do it, do it, I didn't mean to do that, it's just too white."

"You still say that!" Qin Yao glared in shame and anger.

"Hey, I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore."

"Red is fine, but if we can come up with it, then I'm sure the ladies in the harem can also think of it. It would be best if we could come up with something more unique. Sister Yao, you are a proud daughter of embroidery, please help me think of a solution."

“The craftsmanship must also be stunning at first glance!”

"Also, leave a clean piece of cloth here. I want to tattoo it."

"Tattoo?"

"Correct!"

Qin Yao suddenly fell into silence and began to think about what to do.

She was once a top courtesan. In addition to her good skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, what outsiders never knew was that her embroidery skills were at the master level.

For a long time, Guan Ning had everything from socks to underwear embroidered by Qin Yao stitch by stitch. The stitches never fell off, and they never deformed. In later generations, they would be considered true handmade works of art!

It can be said that helping Concubine Ya present the treasure this time just happened to play into Qin Yao's specialty.

I don’t know how much time has passed, the lights in the study are still on, and the two are still discussing. Only Butler Bai has gone in once to deliver food.

At midnight, the plan was finally implemented.

Tired Qin Yao didn't even have time to get to bed and fell asleep in Guan Ning's arms.

He felt distressed and carefully carried her up, then took off his shoes, kissed her lotus feet, and fell asleep in her arms.

The next day.

The sun was rising high in the sky, and Guan Ning slept in for a long time.

He has Chang Shoufang in business, He Zhijie in school, Yipintang in the arsenal, and a virtuous wife at home. Now he is almost a hands-off boss.

Guan Ning opened her sleepy eyes: "Sister Yao, Sister Yao!"

"Prince." A clear voice sounded, and a maid stepped forward: "Prince, Madam went out early this morning, saying she was going to buy silk to make clothes."

"Let me wait here and help you get up."