Once the painting is interrupted by immersed in the artistic conception, it will be difficult to regain the previous mood.

The painter obviously had this idea, and was actually preparing to give up the painting and knead it into a ball and throw it away.

"Let's go." Chen Fu stopped him, picked up the pen on the table and outlined the painting a few times. Two different styles appeared on the paper. The painting was completely ruined. The painter looked at Chen Fu with a high look: "I didn't expect that your highness was actually good at painting."

Chen Fu: "I have a little bit of knowledge, but I don't know if I can write a picture of this king?"

The painter dared not refuse.

Chen Fu was in a whim and pulled Xiao Ran to his side. There were palace maids and eunuchs everywhere. Xiao Ran warned him with his eyes. Chen Fu still looked gentle. "Drawing him on paper is equivalent to drawing my unborn child together. Don't want to look so beautiful, you must highlight the joy."

The painter dipped ink and showed a embarrassed expression for the first time. The ninth prince showed off his talent, but this woman was too ugly, and her eyes were cold, and her body seemed to exude endless evil spirits.

Chen Fu also pretended to behave and approached Xiao Ran, creating an atmosphere for the whole family.

The painter gritted his teeth and painted based on his imagination for the first time. The ninth prince looked gentle and polite, but if he really painted according to the real scene he saw, the Buddha would be angry.

He had painting skills that made the world admire. He wrote like flying, and his image of Shen Fu quickly appeared on the paper, but when he reached another person, it became difficult.

His eyes are like a knife, without the charm of a woman.

He is strong and has no shape as a pony willow.

The most amazing thing is that ordinary belly!

The ninth prince carefully supported the ugly woman, like a woman who was about to give birth to a child for ten months.

The painter shook his head and had to use his full imagination to bulge the abdomen of the woman in the painting, and the corners of the cold and hard mouth were deliberately bent.

He presented it to Chen Fu respectfully. The latter was slightly stunned at first, but for some reason he actually laughed. On the other hand, the ugly woman next to him had a more gloomy face.

"Okay! I deserve the name of the Painting Saint!"

Wait patiently for the ink to dry, and the ink is installed in a painting box.

Chen Fu got the advantage, so he put his painting box tightly into the hall, and his steps were very fast.

Xiao Ran couldn't reveal his true skills, so he said in a deep voice behind him: "Give it to me."

Chen Fu raised his eyebrows: "I got it based on my own ability."

Xiao Ran's eyes flashed and he stretched out his hand directly.

Chen Fu suddenly stopped and Xiao Ran almost bumped into him. I wonder if it was because of the flowers in the imperial garden, but he actually smelled a faint fragrance on Shen Fu's body.

Chen Fu: "Just treat it as your birthday gift to me, you took advantage of it."

Xiao Ran seemed to have expected that he could not take it, so he shook his head and walked straight forward.

Chen Fu was so good at taking advantage of it. As soon as he returned to the hall, he couldn't wait to take out his pen, ink, paper and ink.

"Xiaoxiao, help me grind it."

Xiao Ran: "My sword has been around for a long time, and I also need help to grind it."

Chen Fu didn't want to be poked a hole, so he had to do it himself, add a round little monk to the painting, and titled "Family Photograph."

"This is the perfection."

[System: That's right, the family just needs to be so neat and orderly.]
Chapter completed!