A short night is hard to please! A stunningly handsome prince dotes on her exclusively.

Liu Fuchen led the master and servant to the Qingyu Pavilion on the third floor, which was his personal studio and rarely visited. He asked someone to prepare some tea and snacks, and asked Cailian to sit aside and wait patiently. Then he smiled faintly at Xin Moyan.

“Miss, it is indeed a bit rushed to complete this work in three days. I will not teach you the various painting techniques and steps or analyze other famous works. You can start by picking up your brush and making your first stroke, and I will guide you step by step to outline the general lines. If you are interested in ink painting in the future, you can come to Chunyi Pavilion to formally study painting.”

Xin Moyan was dizzy from his repeated use of "Miss" and "this humble one." She didn't like such overly polite formalities, so she said directly, "Young Master Liu, what's your name? You don't need to keep calling me 'Miss.' My name is Moyan. You can just call me by my name. I've been learning to paint here these past few days, so it's inevitable that we'll exchange ideas. I don't like being too verbose, so let's just call each other by our names. It'll save a lot of time."

Liu Fuchen was taken aback. Although he didn't usually have much contact with young ladies from aristocratic families, most women would be a little shy and dare not look directly at a strange man, let alone talk to him face to face and even want to call him by his name. This was the first time he had seen such a bold and straightforward woman. She was really interesting.

"Hehe~ Alright! My name is Liu Fuchen. From now on, I will call you Mo Yan."

"Hmm, Fu Chen, your name is very nice and suits your temperament. Let's start drawing!"

His feelings for Xin Moyan grew stronger. It was the first time he had heard someone praise his name, and that she was such an interesting and wonderful woman.

Liu Fuchen took out his most treasured jade incense burner and ash-colored brush, and specially selected a black stone bamboo-patterned inkstone. He carefully ground the ink and began to teach Xin Moyan stroke by stroke.

Xin Moyan has excellent comprehension. Every time Liu Fuchen mentions something, she focuses on making a stroke, and each stroke lands perfectly in the right place.

In less than half a day, she had sketched out the general outline of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Looking at the Xuan paper from afar, the figure of the Bodhisattva could indeed be seen.

"I never imagined that Mo Yan was so intelligent. If she dedicates herself to training for a period of time, she will surely become famous throughout the capital."

“Fu Chen, you’re joking. I was just following your instructions and sketching accordingly. If you asked me to draw it myself, I definitely couldn’t do it.”

Cailian hurriedly walked up to the two of them, interrupting their conversation.

“Miss, it’s noon, we should go back for lunch! Besides, the young master must have been waiting at home for a long time. He must be worried that you haven’t returned.”

Xin Moyan then remembered that she had told the servants in the mansion that she was going to an art gallery that morning, but she hadn't specified which one. Her brother must be getting impatient waiting at home.

Thinking of this, she quickly turned to Liu Fuchen and said, "Fuchen, let's stop painting here for the morning. My brother is still waiting for me at home. You also need to rest. I'll come to Chunyi Pavilion to continue painting with you around 1-3 PM, okay?"

Liu Fuchen smiled gently and said, "Of course. I will stay at Chunyi Pavilion for the next few days. Mo Yan, come whichever is convenient for you."

"Okay, see you this afternoon, I'll be going now!"

Xin Moyan waved to him, then took Cailian's hand and walked out of the room, heading straight downstairs.

Liu Fuchen kept his eyes fixed on their figures, his interest growing stronger.

Inside the carriage, Cailian was excitedly chatting with her young mistress.

"Miss, Cailian thinks that Young Master Fuchen is very handsome and gentle!"

"Yes, I think so too. He is indeed a gentleman, gentle and refined."

"I originally thought that all the skilled painters in the capital were elderly masters over seventy years old. I never expected to find such a young and handsome gentleman. Miss, that gentleman spoke to you in such a gentle tone!"

Xin Moyan nodded in agreement, then, as if she had thought of something, she quickly instructed Cailian, "Cailian, I'm telling you, when we get to the manor later, don't mention how young or gentle Fuchen is."

"Why?"

Cailian was puzzled. She was about to ask the butler, who often went to the market to buy supplies, about the young master of the Liu family. After all, she only knew that Liu Fuchen was the new owner of the Liu family painting gallery, but she knew nothing about his family situation. If the young lady were to befriend this person, she should indeed learn more about him.

Why even ask? If her brother knew she was in a room with a strange young man, and that he was teaching her to paint, he definitely wouldn't agree to her continuing to go to the art studio.

"That art gallery is usually frequented by men. If others find out that I went to the gallery and was in the same room with a young man, wouldn't your young lady's reputation be even worse?"

Cailian exclaimed "Oh!" as if suddenly realizing something, then nodded and said, "Miss, you're right. I was foolish. Don't worry, Miss, I definitely won't tell anyone."

"Mmmmmmm!"

Reputation wasn't that important to her; she mainly cared about her brother's feelings. He would definitely be unhappy if he knew she was being taught painting by a young and handsome man.

Xin Moling was already extremely anxious at home. If Hongluan hadn't returned first to report that Yan'er had already left Chunyi Pavilion and was on her way, he would have gone to Chunyi Pavilion himself.

"elder brother!"

"Yan'er, tell me honestly, what were you doing at the art gallery?"

Unlike his usual soft-spoken manner, Xin Moling spoke in a very serious and earnest tone, even his eyebrows furrowed.

She smiled and then explained to her brother why they went to the art gallery.

With that, Xin Moling was particularly surprised that Yan'er had actually learned to paint herself this time, and even knowing that her aunt was a Buddhist, she had specially chosen a Bodhisattva image.

"Brother, what do you think of Yan'er's gift?"

"Very good! But... Yan'er, who is the person who taught you painting?"

Xin Moling stared straight into her eyes. Chunyi Pavilion was bustling with people. He wondered if Yan'er would go to Hongru Hall, which was full of men.

Xin Moyan smiled brightly and explained gently, "Brother, the person who taught me was an old painter in his sixties or seventies, with white hair and a youthful face, and he was indeed humorous."

"really?"

Xin Moling looked at her suspiciously, but how come Hongluan said that there was a young man in Chunyi Pavilion who was extremely handsome?

"Mmm! Brother, quickly have someone prepare lunch, I'm so hungry!"

She gave up on the idea of ​​talking to her brother any further. She had never been good at lying, and three days would pass in no time.

"Yan'er, eat more. If you go again this afternoon, your brother will go with you."

"...Brother, the staff at Chunyi Pavilion are extremely polite and courteous to their guests, so you don't need to worry."

"But……"

"Brother~"

"Alright then! Yan'er, be careful in everything you do."

"Mmmmmmm!"