unclear

Meng Guan froze on the spot.

Ning Chen didn't look at the inscription at all. He was immersed in Qiu Wenshu's meticulous painting. The lines in this painting are delicate, the virtual and the real are orderly, the colors are elegant, and the blank space is just right. No matter how you look at it, you can't finish it.

The children of the aristocratic family all have to dabble in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Like him, although he is a prince, he cannot avoid learning some elegant things.However, Qiu Wenshu seems to be the only one who can achieve such perfection at such a young age.In his eyes, even Mr. Gu Pi and Zang Zhuo are less than one ten-thousandth of Qiu Wenshu.

Ning Chen pondered for a long time, chose the location, hung the painting on the wall, looked at it, and suddenly thought, what's so good about him, if the person in the painting is Qiu Wenshu, what is he thinking? When you see him, you can see him immediately.

Ning Chen ordered people to bring the Four Treasures of the Study and began to compose the picture, but he couldn't draw it well. The Qiu Wenshu in his memory was somehow wrong, and it always disturbed his heart rate, making him unable to concentrate at all.

He sent someone to invite Qiu Wenshu, and when Qiu Wenshu came, he asked him to sit on a soft couch and gave him a book to read.

Qiu Wenshu sat cross-legged in a daze, looked up at the busy Ning Chen, and asked, "Yes, what are you doing?"

Ning Chen was helping Qiu Wenshu shake his clothes and smooth the folds of his clothes. Hearing this, he raised his head and almost bumped into Qiu Wenshu's chin. He had no idea what effect such close contact would have on Qiu Wenshu. Laughing: "Draw you."

Qiu Wenshu pushed Ning Chen away with one hand, but Ning Chen remained motionless, he looked away very restrainedly, and said, "It's too close."

"It will be fine soon." Ning Chen helped Qiu Wenshu sweep his shoulders.

Qiu Wenshu sighed, it would be great if Ning Chen was a woman, since there are moral rules to restrict him from getting close to him.

In the end, Ning Chen helped Qiu Wenshu stabilize his crown, took a few steps back and looked carefully, then coughed lightly, and said, "Don't move, I'm about to paint."

Qiu Wenshu had no choice but to force himself to read carefully, but he always felt that Ning Chen's eyes wandered wantonly and vaguely around him, and he was annoyed for a long time by his wild thoughts.

After holding back for a while, Qiu Wenshu asked, "How is the painting?"

Ning Chen coughed several times, Qiu Wenshu looked up, Ning Chen said embarrassedly: "The painting is not good."

Qiu Wenshu got off the soft couch and walked over with his shoes on to look at it. Ning Chen only sketched a few outlines and scribbled with a pen, very carelessly.

"My lord, are you kidding me?"

"No, it's because I haven't learned this kind of fine brushwork. I can't draw well." Ning Chen hastily handed the small brush to Qiu Wenshu, looked at Qiu Wenshu eagerly, spoke in a soft tone like a younger brother, and called him by name. I skipped it all, "Brother Qiu, help me draw."

"…Get off."

Qiu Wenshu re-opened a painting, and carefully drew the manuscript, only a few strokes at a leisurely pace to create a charm.

Unexpectedly, Ning Chen looked at it and had an opinion, and said: "This is not you."

Qiu Wenshu gave Ning Chen a sideways look in disbelief, no one had ever questioned his paintings.

"In the eyes of this king, you are not so tall."

"..." Clay figurines also have a bit of temperament, not to mention Qiu Wenshu's aloof and arrogant temperament, so he stopped writing. "Qiu is not the eyes of the prince, how can I draw Qiu Wenshu in the eyes of the prince."

When we first met Ning Chen, Ning Chen only touched his ear, but now... he is also hard to accept, okay?

Qiu Wenshu reluctantly went back to the soft couch and sat down, but was coaxed back by Ning Chen after a while.

"You teach me how to draw, and when I can draw, you will know how special you are in my eyes."

When Meng Guan came hurriedly with official documents, he saw from the window a man from the south of the Yangtze River embracing a tall and tall northern man, drawing lines with his hands.

Meng Guan hesitated for a long time, then tiptoed around and left.

After Qiu Wenshu carefully taught a few basic drawing techniques, he asked Ning Chen to practice by himself, and Ning Chen asked him to teach coloring.Qiu Wenshu had no choice but to hug him again and teach him a lesson.

Ning Chen tilted his head and glanced at him. Qiu Wenshu was puzzled, so he moved the manuscript he had sketched earlier, picked up a clean pen, dipped some red, and used the method he taught to draw Dye on the ears.

"In my king's eyes, your ears are red."

"..." Qiu Wenshu felt that he might be red from head to toe now...

Ning Chen looked at the manuscript with satisfaction, put down his brush pen, put his left hand back into his palm, tilted his head and said, "Teach me a few more."

Qiu Wenshu was a little unable to think, and was about to write in a sluggish manner. Ning Chen shouted: "Don't draw here."

Qiu Wenshu looked down, he almost painted a stroke on his face, he turned his head towards Ning Chen, trying to find a proper position——

At that moment, Ning Chen cleverly turned his head over, as if to whisper to him, his reddish lips brushed against his cheek.

The sparks that passed by spread to all limbs, Qiu Wenshu was stunned, let go of Ning Chen dully, and backed away.

Ning Chen licked his lips, Qiu Wenshu was astonished.

Did Ning Chen do it on purpose?

How could Ning Chen do it on purpose?He is not a beauty who can overwhelm the country and the city, this must be his own wild imagination.

An awkward atmosphere quietly spread in the room.

Qiu Wenshu turned away expressionlessly, but Ning Chen suddenly said, "Brother Qiu did it on purpose, right?"

Qiu Wenshu staggered and almost fell, he said in a panic: "No, I, I'm not that kind of person." In terms of appearance, it was indeed more like he took advantage of Ning Chen, but he really wasn't like that Do!It was all a...accident, right?

"You don't think it's the king who wants to kiss you, do you?"

Do people in Chengfushen have mind reading skills? !

"No, it was an accident or an accident."

Qiu Wenshu went to the soft couch and sat down cross-legged, with his knees propping up the hem of the clothes, as if he disliked that he was not straight enough or was trying to cover up something, so he stretched the cloth with both hands to make it as flat and straight as possible.Then he picked up the book on the low table and scrolled through it.

"That's right, you and I are both men, and it's reasonable to touch each other occasionally."

"Ah."

That's right, Ning Chen is not a woman, why should he be so cautious, even if he has some charming thoughts about Ning Chen, it won't ruin Ning Chen's reputation, right?

Qiu Wenshu had a sudden epiphany, and finally understood why the trend of cutting sleeves and dividing peaches prevailed in Shilin.Because it is not governed by etiquette, you don't need to be responsible to the other party, you don't need to consider whether it will ruin the other party's reputation, you don't need to be bound by the family, if you agree, you will come, if you don't agree, you will leave.

Because there is no result with the man, some wives will not stop them. Between taking concubines or accepting male favors, most of them will choose the latter when they are sad.

Although the world is like this, Qiu Wenshu is unwilling to do things that hurt women's hearts. He has not yet married a wife, but Ning Chen may not be sure.