Thinking about it, she said nervously: "What's the matter? Why can't I see it? I think this painting is very good and realistic..."
When Gu Linchao heard the words, he was relieved to see that she really didn't understand what it was.
She probably didn't see anything just now, her attention was only attracted by the painter's painting skills, and she didn't pay attention to anything else.
He comforted himself in this way, reached out and took away the painting in her hand, rolled it up, threw it back into the box, and explained: "This painting is not good, I will draw one for you another day."
"Really?" Wen Rong said in surprise.
"Really." Gu Linchao noticed that the girl's curly and thick eyelashes were blinking in his palm, and he immediately felt a little itchy, as if something had scratched his heart.
He couldn't help but look at her bright red lips, and immediately felt his mouth was dry, his Adam's apple rolled down uncontrollably, and a thin layer of sweat suddenly broke out on his smooth forehead.
Obviously his bone fragrance is gone, why does he still have that impulsiveness
He frowned, and his phoenix eyes were dim.
Wen Yunlong didn't notice his strangeness, he pulled his hand and said: "If your lord is free now, can you draw me a picture right now?"
If Gu Linchao's hand-painted paintings are put up for sale, they will definitely be very popular. At that time, maybe she can hold an auction.
Thinking about it, she seemed to have seen the golden light beckoning to her.
In fact, Gu Linchao was not free, he had missed government affairs for two days, and the files had piled up like a mountain, but he couldn't refuse the girl's eager looking eyes.
"Okay." After a moment, he nodded.
"Then I'll grind ink for you." Wen Rongrong was overjoyed and said hastily and courteously.
"En." Gu Linchao responded, took out rice paper with one hand, spread it on the table, pressed the corner with a paperweight, and picked a thinner wolf hair from the pen holder.
Seeing this, Wen Rongyong suddenly grabbed his sleeve, "But the prince's injury hasn't healed yet, so let's forget it, and paint for me after the prince's injury is healed."
Gu Linchao paused, looked down at her, and said softly, "It's okay, I can paint with one hand."
As he spoke, he took the pen, filled the inkstone with ink, then held the pen, concentrating on it.
Seeing this, Wen Rongrong didn't persuade him anymore, but stood aside to grind the ink with an ink stick, but he couldn't help but quietly sized him up.
Knowing that the painting was quiet, she didn't dare to make a sound.
The famous painting by Gu Linchao will be released soon, and she is excited and excited.
With Gu Linchao's influence in Daye, if his calligraphy and paintings are published, they will definitely attract many people's flock and pursuit.
And she is the one who can immediately own this peerless painting.
The more Wen Rongyong thought about it, the more excited he became, and the way he looked at Gu Linchao became softer.
After grinding the ink, Wen Rongjun didn't want to disturb him by staying in the study, so he quietly retreated out.
When she came back from eating snacks, Gu Linchao had already finished the painting.
She was just about to walk over to take a look with her snacks in hand, but she saw that Gu Linchao suddenly rolled up the paintings on the table.
She froze for a moment and asked, "What's the matter, what did the prince draw?"
Gu Linchaojun's face was a little hot, and he didn't dare to look into her eyes, "This painting is ruined, I will draw another one for you."
Wen Rongyong was a little surprised, and always felt that his expression was different, as if it was not just as simple as a broken painting.
Could it be that his painting skills are actually very average, but he boasted a lot in front of him, and now he is already riding a tiger