Yuehong pouted her lips and looked at her with grievance: "You can paint things like fakes, but you don't want to help me. I'll give you money and don't let you help in vain. Don't think it's too little, I only have so much." After saying that, I took off the purse on my waist and forced it over.

Tian Ruyue stood up, laughing and crying and refused: "I really can't paint. If you don't believe it, I will draw a picture for you. I won't collect the silver."

Yuehong said happily: "Then I will help you grind the ink." She quickly walked to the desk and grind the ink skillfully.

Seeing that Tian Ruyue was still drinking tea while silly, he hurriedly urged: "Come here quickly and help me draw, otherwise if Changqing comes back later and is seen by him, he will definitely drive us out of the study."

Tian Ruyue had no choice but to put down the teacup in her hand and walked over to pick up the brush, and asked her to pose.

Yuehong finally chose a position to sit on a chair and read a book.

Tian Ruyue started drawing with a piece of white paper, looking up at her from time to time, and drawing down.

Only two quarters of an hour later, Tian Ruyue stopped her brush.

"Are you okay? Show me quickly!" Yuehong ran over happily.

Tian Ruyue held the painting down and looked at her with a silence, "You really want to see it?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, she immediately took it back, "I think it's better to forget it. I don't draw well, so you'd better go find someone else." She picked up the painting and wanted to tear it off.

"What are you doing? Give it to me!" Yuehong was anxious and reached out to grab it, but there was no need for men and women, and the drawing paper was too fragile, so she could only stand aside and stamp her feet and worry.

Seeing that she was so anxious, Tian Ruyue stopped tearing the painting and asked her to repeatedly promise that she would not scold herself after reading it, so she handed the painting to her, "You go out and see it."

"Okay." Yuehong walked out of the study happily with the rolled painting.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, I couldn't wait to unfold.

When I saw the black and ugly portrait on it, I was stunned for dozens of seconds before crying out and running!

When he heard the crying, Tian Ruyue leaned her head through the window and stared at her back as she ran away. Her whole face turned red and she muttered in a low voice: "You insisted on me to draw." She couldn't even write with a brush, let alone draw a picture of a lady.

Yuehong cried and ran to the place where no one was left, complaining to the person in front of her: "He must have done it on purpose! He drew me like a ghost!" She was so angry that she trembled with her hands and feet, and handed the drawing paper over to the other party for verification.

Changqing took the painting that had been wrinkled by her expressionlessly and slowly unfolded it.

After Yuehong's description, he was mentally prepared, but when he actually saw a ball of black things on it, he remained silent for a long time.

Silently rolled up the painting, left Yuehong, turned around and walked into the bedroom, stood in front of Wei Jin's bed and presented the portrait with his hands.

Wei Jin sat up, reached out to take the drawing paper and slowly unfolded it. After careful consideration, he asked, "Is this ink spilled on the paper? Are you looking at me so bored that I am lying all day long, so I am using this to make fun of me?" He threw it aside.

Changqing: "...that's not ink, it's the portrait he just made for Yuehong..." Until now he couldn't believe his eyes!

Wei Jin: "..." After a moment of silence, he reached out and picked up the drawing paper he had just thrown away and looked at it again. After looking at it for a long time, he came to a conclusion: "Yuehong looks like a ghost in her eyes?"

Changqing, who had always been happy and angry, twitched his eyes, "Yuehong was already angry and cried. The tools he drew were lifelike, but they were unsightly when painting. They must have noticed it and did it on purpose." These methods were too clumsy, and even fools could not deceive him.

Wei Jin smiled but said nothing, and waved his hand to ask him to retreat.

Tian Ruyue in the study continued to draw the tools with great effort, trying to draw them all within two days and hand them over to Wei Jin to find a skilled craftsman to make them all.

Life was too leisurely, and her hands were itchy again. She really wanted to make a pumpkin pot.

She was so busy that Yuehong was so angry that she didn't know that she was crying and complained about her grievances everywhere. In just one night, everyone in the Wei Mansion knew that the guest who was temporarily living in "Forget Moon House" bullied the weak maid.

This time, it was Ya Bo who led Tian Ruyue to the study to continue the unfinished drawings yesterday. He met servants along the way and looked at her side, pointing and whispering in private.

Tian Ruyue, who was greatly attracted by strange eyes, had no idea what was going on. As Yabo entered the study again, he picked up the charcoal pen and continued to draw the drawings.

Just as she was concentrating on her mind, the door of the study was kicked open, which made her look at the person who was coming in like a conditioned reflex. However, Wei Jing, wearing a pink dress and a peach blossom hairpin, broke in.

As soon as she entered the door, she asked Tian Ruyue: "You bullied Yuehong yesterday?"

Tian Ruyue frowned slightly: "Who is Yuehong?"

Wei Jing's beautiful eyes were wide open, and she was arrogant: "Didn't you draw a small portrait for Yuehong yesterday? Don't you want to deny it!"

"So it's her." Tian Ruyue suddenly realized that the maid who begged her to draw yesterday was named Yuehong.

Wei Jing admitted to her and glared: "You really humiliated her on purpose!" Yuehong cried all night last night, her eyes swollen. This person was so bad!

Tian Ruyue: "...I don't. I have already told her that she is not good at painting, but she doesn't believe it, so I have to show off my ugly face to paint for her."

"Wei Jing snorted coldly and looked disbelieving: "What's not good at painting?" She lowered her head and snatched the drawing on the table: "What is this!" When she opened it, she was shocked. How could this be so real? It's lifelike and like a living thing!

She suddenly raised her head and asked aggressively: "How did you do it?!" She usually likes to paint some landscapes or characters, but she only appreciates it herself, but she dares not take it out and show off her ugly things. But if the paintings in front of her are promoted, they will definitely be a masterpiece that has been passed down for generations.

Tian Ruyue frowned slightly: "Of course it was taught by the master." But her eyes fell on the drawing paper in her hand.

The painting is really nothing, it's just a floor plan, and she has not yet shown her real ability. If she uses space design to draw three-dimensional sense, it will be a feast to deceive the vision with fake and real.

With a bang! Wei Jing patted the drawings heavily on the desk and condemned righteously: "You said you are not good at painting! You said you did not deliberately bully Yuehong! What are these?! You can draw vividly, but you deliberately humiliate Yuehong to paint her like a ghost! Look at you who look like a slut, but you didn't expect that you would be so despicable that you would bully my maid!" He was very talented, but he bullied a little maid!

Tian Ruyue’s heart attack is so great, what’s the matter!

She recognized the bright and charming woman in front of her, Wei Jin's only sister Wei Jing, so she had to explain patiently: "Are you the second lady? I will repeat that I really can't paint, I can only use this charcoal brush to draw things. I don't know a single big word, and I can't even draw a brush, let alone draw it. Yesterday I explained to Yuehong, but I reluctantly made it difficult for her to force me."
Chapter completed!