unclear

"Where are you going later?"

"Books, study room."

"Ben Wang just wants to read a book, let's go together."

Qiu Wenshu resisted so much that he didn't say no. After placing the medicine box, he took the lead and walked forward, keeping a certain distance from Ning Chen as much as possible.

Three years ago, he mistakenly thought that Ning Chen was a woman, so he always abided by etiquette, and never dared to cross the pond with his mind and body.Now that he knows that Ning Chen is a man, it stands to reason that he should be more comfortable getting along with him, but whenever he comes into close contact with Ning Chen, he always finds it difficult to control himself, and even feels that Ning Chen...is trying to seduce him.

Thinking of this, Qiu Wenshu frowned in annoyance, how could he think of Ning Chen...think so...

Ning Chen, who had just entered the study, seemed to have heard Qiu Wenshu's sigh, looked at him in confusion, and saw him calmly walking to the desk to admire the landscape painting, and decided that he had heard wrongly.

Ning Chen paced past, the landscape paintings on the table were heavily colored, and the scenery was extraordinary, which made people's eyes shine.Although his attainment is not high, he has practiced hard for a long time in order to support the scene, and everyone is quite familiar with calligraphy and painting. Looking at the inscription, he couldn't help saying: "Mr. Zang Zhuo... This is the first time this king has seen this title."

"En." Qiu Wenshu responded in a false manner, rolled up the painting scroll hastily, and then laid out large rice paper on his own, and chose a good wolf hair, as if he didn't want to be disturbed by others.

Ning Chen hadn't painted for a long time, so he asked the little soldier at the door to find him a good brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

Anan, the soldier who was in charge of guarding the study, saw the right opportunity and stood aside to rub Ning Chen's ink, trying to make him familiar.

Ning Chen sat cross-legged on the soft couch, spread paper on the low table, and held a pen with his left hand.

The study room was so quiet that only the rustling sound of sweeping outside the courtyard was left. The cool autumn wind and the calming smell of ink lingered in the room. Qiu Wenshu practiced several big characters in a row, and became more and more relaxed.

He put down his pen and was about to pick up a volume of books when he accidentally saw Ning Chen holding the pen with his left hand, so he paced over in amazement, looking at Ning Chen's calligraphy and painting, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Three years ago, Ning Chen couldn't even write well, but now he can write well with his left hand!

From the corner of the eye, I saw Qiu Wenshu look and look again, Ning Chen pursed his lips and smiled, his voice was low and charming: "How is it? Comment?"

"Admiration, look at each other."

Ning Chen turned his head to look at Qiu Wenshu, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "That's all?"

Ning Chen's picturesque eyebrows and eyes lost their usual awe, and there was a thin and soft light in his eyes. When he looked at people with a half-smile, Qiu Wenshu didn't feel offended at all, on the contrary, he felt a little...

Qiu Wenshu rolled his Adam's apple, and lowered his head to look at Ning Chen's calligraphy and painting.

In addition to calligraphy, Ning Chen's landscape paintings are also very good. The technique of using brush and ink is very unique, the depth and depth of reality and reality are consistent, complicated but not messy.

"How is your painting?" Ning Chen asked again.

Qiu Wenshu nodded and said, "Not bad."

"I have no eyesight." Ning Chen muttered in a low voice, "Except for this king, few people can use ink like this."

"Is it?"

This is the unique secret technique of the famous court master. Back then, he was the only one who learned it among the princes and princesses in their house.Every time there is only one painting, even the great Confucian scholars will praise him, thinking that he has profound attainments and should not be underestimated. How come Qiu Wenshu is left with the word "good"?

Ning Chen moved into the soft couch to leave an empty seat, looked up at Qiu Wenshu again, and said provocatively, "Brother Qiu, try it?"

Qiu Wenshu sat down on his side, took Ning Chen's pen casually, Ning Chen's residual warmth still remained on the bamboo tube, he was restless, he couldn't use it well, and the pen was not handled properly, the first stroke lost its charm, and he tried it hastily. After a few strokes, he stopped.

Ning Chen smiled.

There was no room for painting on the paper, so soldier Anan replaced it with a new one in time, and placed Ning Chen's painting on Qiu Wenshu's left hand side, so that he could copy it.

Ning Chen rested his elbow on his chin and tilted his head to look at Qiu Wenshu. Qiu Wenshu failed again.

Ning Chen smiled.

Qiu Wenshu's ears were red, and he said: "It's you, sitting too close, which affects me." The sages are wrong, what men and women do not kiss each other, it should be everyone who does not kiss each other.

Ning Chen looked at Qiu Wenshu and said in surprise, "It turns out that you also make excuses."

"I do not have."

"Okay." Ning Chen simply got off the soft couch, leaned on the big desk in the study, picked out a thin wolf hair, played with it recklessly, and asked, "Is it far enough?"

Qiu Wenshu nodded, staring at the blank rice paper in silence for a while, and then started painting again, during which Anan was asked to change the paper again.

After Qiu Wenshu finished writing, Ning Chen paced over, glanced at it, and asked in disbelief, "You've learned the kung fu in such a short time?"

Qiu Wenshu copied his landscape paintings, and the brush and ink seem to be from the same school as him, but the brushwork is less deliberate and more natural.

Qiu Wenshu looked at Ning Chen innocently: "This...difficult?" It's just an imitation, not original creation, so what's the difficulty?

Ning Chen, who studied hard for two months: "..."

Later, the two of them revealed the matter and talked about the masters of calligraphy and painting that they admired. Qiu Wenshu liked Gu Pi's paintings, but his calligraphy and paintings were so rare that the Qiu family didn't have any.

After Ning Chen returned, he asked Meng Guan to collect Gu Pi's calligraphy and paintings.

At that time, Ning Chen was abandoning the Daning Dynasty and wanted to make peace with the young master of Sanmiao. He heard that the young master of Sanmiao liked to collect calligraphy and paintings.

After half a month, Mr. Li finally wrote back and quoted the price. The amount was so huge that Meng Guan hurriedly brought it to Ning Chen for review.

While Ning Chen was reading the letter, Meng Guan said: "My lord, I heard that the Lord of the Three Miao Kingdom has recently been obsessed with Mr. Zang Zhuo's calligraphy and painting. Although this Gu Pi is also a master, he is not exactly what he likes."

Mr. Zang Zhuo is a famous artist who has been famous in the world in recent years, and his paintings of famous mountains and rivers are also priceless masters.But Mengguan couldn't understand it at all, just a piece of paper and a few drops of ink, no matter how you looked at it, it wasn't worth so much silver.

"Mr. Zang Zhuo?" Ning Chen frowned and thought for a while, then said, "I have seen this man's landscape painting in the outer study of Zhufu, you can send someone to get it."

Meng Guan was overjoyed, Mr. Zang Zhuo's calligraphy and paintings were also ridiculously expensive, so it would be best not to buy them outside.

"Then... this Gu Pi's—" Is there no need to buy it?

Ning Chen put down the letter and said, "Buy it, and allocate money from my private treasury."

Meng Guan frowned, feeling that things were not as simple as he imagined.However, the funds were allocated from the private treasury, and these subordinates had no room to criticize and dissuade them, so he had no choice but to write back.

Half a month later, Ning Chen's wounds were healed, and the peace talks were getting better. Meng Guan sent calligraphy and paintings bought with a lot of money, and watched Ning Chen hand them over to Qiu Wenshu who was beside him.

Qiu Wenshu slowly unfolded the painting scroll, with admiring eyes and a smile on his mouth.

And Meng Guan almost passed out, emptying out his private treasury to buy calligraphy and painting... for Qiu Wenshu?Wan Jin bought a smile?Even if Qiu Wenshu was robbed, he wouldn't dare to ask for so much money as a ransom!

Meng Guan was so angry that his liver ached, and Yin Quan, who was returning home with calligraphy and painting, didn't feel very happy.

Isn't Ning Chen giving paintings to his young master like a weasel giving a chicken New Year's greeting?However, the young master is still unaware of Ning Chen's insidiousness and cunning!

Seeing the relationship between Qiu Wenshu and Ning Chen getting better day by day, even staying up for a few days and nights, drawing a portrait of Ning Chen as a reward, Yinquan couldn't help but jump.

"Young master, this, this, this... This King Chen doesn't look like a person who knows how to paint... You gave him this, didn't you play the piano to a cow?"

Qiu Wenshu frowned and said, "Why is this so rude."

Yinquan shut his mouth shut and went to deliver the painting. It happened that Meng Guan was there at that time, and he heard Yinquan say: "My young master is grateful for the generous gift from the prince. .”

Ning Chen happily accepted the painting.

Meng Guan tried his best not to stop himself from showing disgust, and muttered in a low voice: "Young Master Qiu doesn't know how much Gu Pi's painting costs!"

Yinquan couldn't stop himself from sneering at Mengguan: "It's precisely because I know that my young master acted so solemnly."

When Meng Guan heard this, the boy was very arrogant. He wanted to see how well Qiu Wenshu painted.Meng Guan sullenly leaned over to Ning Chen's side, he couldn't understand it, he only knew that his prince was very good-looking in the painting.

Then, he saw the extremely complicated inscription——

Mr. Clumsy.