After her death, the emperors of the seven kingdoms all went mad

When Lan Zhi heard that he was to be given the title of Marquis, his jaw dropped in shock.

On the way there, she couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Fu Jingchuan was out of his mind and wanted to play a trick on her?

"Dog, do you know why Fu Jingchuan wants me to come over?"

[Host, I am a system, not a dog. 】

The system popped up and appeared in front of Lan Zhi, with its arms crossed and legs crossed.

"Look at you, with all your fur, eyes, and ears, how do you not look like a dog? Oh, that's not right, you look like a cat too. How about I call you Cat?"

[......Host, my name is System. ]

"Okay, okay, do you know why Fu Jingchuan is looking for me?"

【...】

[Fu Jingchuan is painting now. As for why he asked you to come over, I don’t know.]

Lan Zhi curled her lips and said, "Forget it. What other use is your system besides teleportation?"

We’ll deal with it as the time comes.

When Lan Zhi arrived at Danqing Pavilion, Fu Jingchuan had already put away the painting he had previously drawn.

"I see your Majesty."

Fu Jingchuan looked up at Lan Zhi and saw some dark circles under her eyes, and his heart ached for unknown reason.

Lan Zhi had never imagined that the barely perceptible dark spots left over from the panda eyes she had drawn last night would have this effect.

His voice became gentler: "Come here and grind the ink."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lan Zhi walked over slowly and quietly took the ink block to grind the ink. As long as he didn't make things difficult for her, grinding the ink would be a piece of cake.

The ink that has been ground continuously allows for even writing and painting, and the strokes are thicker and thinner and smoother, so most wealthy families have a servant boy who helps grind the ink.

All she has to do is to be a good little book boy.

Fu Jingchuan took a glance and said, "Too thick."

"Oh." She quickly added some water, "Your Majesty, do you want to paint?"

"Ah."

"Your Majesty is in a good mood."

Fu Jingchuan dipped his ink in the ink and asked her, "Can you draw?"

"Does being able to draw little people count?"

Fu Jingchuan raised his eyebrows: "Little man? What kind of little man?"

"It's just... a simple painting."

Fu Jingchuan was curious and handed her the pen, "Draw it and see."

Lan Zhi pursed her lips and took the pen from him, "Maybe it will be a little weird."

She held her sleeves and drew a circle first, then two horizontal 6s, and with a few strokes, the funny stickman was done.

In two strokes, another angry stickman was drawn. One of them held a sword in his hand and his movements looked like he was fencing.

"That's it."

Fu Jingchuan looked at the "painting" that was simply drawn with a few strokes, his eyes full of interest.

"It's quite interesting. With just a few strokes, you can actually depict the character's movements and expressions."

Lan Zhi returned the brush to Fu Jingchuan with a smile, "Your Majesty, please draw it. My painting is not worthy of being worthy of being painted."

Fu Jingchuan picked up the pen and drew several mountains with just a few strokes.

Beneath the fog, there is a river running through the mountains, with small bridges, flowing water and houses.

"Now I finally understand what the five colors of ink are: burnt, thick, heavy, light, and clear. Your Majesty has used them to perfection!"

Lan Zhi admired sincerely, with light in her eyes.

Fu Jingchuan glanced at her and asked, "Want to learn?"

Lan Zhi shook her head repeatedly. She didn’t have the time to learn. Her life wasn’t enough.

Even if you have time, you can lie down on your side and eat on your side.

study?nonexistent.

Basically, everything I have learned over the years was learned under pressure.

For example, the zither. The stupid master who cultivated immortals back then said that the sound of the zither could kill people and it would be cool, so he let her learn it and practiced it from a young age.

Fu Jingchuan suddenly said: "I will teach you."

Lan Zhi: ???

Doesn’t she want to learn?

She really doesn't intend to learn!

Fu Jingchuan smiled wickedly. Don't want to learn? Then he would make her learn.

It was because he was forced to learn it by his mother.

He can't bear this suffering alone.

"Forget about this. I'm stupid and can't learn it."

"It's okay. Only stupid people need to learn. Come here."

After hearing what Fu Jingchuan said, Eunuch Yan'an, who was standing by, wondered if the emperor was possessed by something.

The cousin begged him to teach her how to paint for several years, but every time the emperor told her to learn from the court painter.

This time the emperor actually said he wanted to teach a minister how to paint?

But the minister still looked unwilling.

This is something that many people cannot even ask for, nor dare to even think about. It is such an honor to be taught painting by the Emperor.

"Yan An, grind the ink."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Eunuch Yan'an stood next to Lan Zhi, and Lan Zhi had no choice but to move.

Looking at Lan Zhi's embarrassed expression, Fu Jingchuan was in a good mood.

He handed her the pen: "Here."

Lan Zhi reluctantly took the pen, and Fu Jingchuan said, "Now learn how to use the pen and ink first."

He picked up the brush again and drew a horizontal line.

"See? From light to dark, from light to heavy."

Lan Zhi groaned inwardly, this is not easy.

As a result, when I started writing, it was very different from what I had imagined.

The transition is not as natural and smooth as Fu Jingchuan's, and there is no emphasis on light and dark, only light and heavy.

Fu Jingchuan suppressed his laughter and said, "Just this one stroke, if you learn it well, you will be able to draw and write with ease in the future."

Lan Zhi's unwillingness to admit defeat suddenly arose, and she began to write quickly, but the more she wrote, the less she felt.

The more Fu Jingchuan looked at it, the happier he became.

He was like this when he was a kid.

Now it was finally his turn to be the one to teach.

As for why he taught her instead of his cousin, he had never thought about it. He just wanted to play a trick on Lan Zhi.

After writing for a while, Lan Zhi turned around and looked at Fu Jingchuan, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, why don't we stop painting? Look at this beautiful spring scenery, why don't you go enjoy the flowers?"

"No, you can't go anywhere today until you finish this stroke."

Fu Jingchuan asked someone to hand over the memorial and began to review it.

After drawing for half a quarter of an hour, Lan Zhi finally showed joy on her face, "Your Majesty, do you think this is almost done?"

Fu Jingchuan just glanced at it and said, "Not even close. Keep going."

Lan Zhi muttered: "It's not that different, I think they are the same."

At this time, Eunuch Yan An stepped forward and whispered, "Your Majesty, the imperial physician is waiting at the door."

"Let him in."

After the imperial physician came in and paid his respects, he began to feel Fu Jingchuan's pulse. After a moment, the imperial physician said, "The emperor's blood and qi are vigorous, and his body is healthy."

Fu Jingchuan gently waved his hand towards Lan Zhi: "Come here, let the imperial physician take a look at you too."

"I'm fine, so I don't need it."

Fu Jingchuan narrowed his eyes slightly. Lan Zhi saw this and quickly put down her pen and walked over to lift up her sleeves: "Come on."

She lifted her sleeves up to her elbows, revealing her slender white arms. Fu Jingchuan pulled her sleeves down without thinking.

His action stunned everyone present.

"Why don't you take my pulse?" he said coldly.

The imperial physician was so frightened that he immediately pressed his fingers on Lan Zhi's fair and tender wrist to feel her pulse.

Fu Jingchuan looked unhappy, but fortunately the imperial physician quickly took his hand away.

The imperial physician bowed and replied: "Prince Lan is weak and exhausted, his Qi and blood are insufficient, his internal Qi is disordered, and the cold is stagnant in his body..."

As he spoke, the imperial physician's voice became lower and lower.