"Is…is this me?"
After the servant girl brought over the brush, ink, paper, inkstone, and table, Yuan Ye asked Xue Baochai to finish it and began to draw for her.
After a long time, Yuan Ye put away his pen and pulled Xue Baochai over to look at the work he had created for her.
Xue Baochai looked at herself in the painting and could not help but be stunned.
She couldn't believe that the person in the painting was herself.
It was simply too beautiful.
In the painting, she was wearing a black and oily bun on her head, a honey-colored cotton jacket, a rose-purple two-color gold and silver mouse shoulder to shoulder coat, and a yellow silk cotton skirt. The color was half new and not old, and she did not feel luxurious. Lips are red without a dot, eyebrows are green without painting, face is like a silver basin, eyes are like water apricot.
She sat there gently and generously.
This was the first time Xue Baochai understood her own beauty so clearly.
She knew that she was beautiful, but she didn't know that she was this beautiful.
This was because the mirror was a bronze mirror at this time, and the difference in the reflection was too great.
There were also famous painters who had painted for Xue Baochai, but without exception, they were all very different from the actual person.
She had never drawn so seriously with Yuan Ye before.
The servant girls around her looked at Xue Baochai enviously.
He thought that Xue Baochai was really lucky. She had a good background, was beautiful, and was knowledgeable. Not only that, but she was also able to find such a handsome and talented husband like Yuan Ye.
They also wanted to be painted by Yuan Ye, but they were not qualified.
Moreover, there was no need to think about the future. With the current painting and Yuan Ye's name, coupled with the quality of this painting, it would definitely be able to sell for thousands of dollars.
And it was fought over by countless people.
"Thank you, Langjun."
Xue Baochai hugged Yuan Ye by the waist and said to him emotionally.
Even the way he addressed her had become Langjun.
From this, it could be seen that Yuan Ye had completely moved Xue Baochai.
If Xue Baochai had just decided to marry Yuan Ye and live with him for the rest of her life because she had some feelings for him, then now she was completely devoted to him.
If Yuan Ye died now, Xue Baochai would definitely follow him without thinking.
Firstly, she could not bear Yuan Ye's departure. Secondly, she was afraid that Yuan Ye would be lonely on the road to the afterlife. Thirdly, she hoped that she could still be with Yuan Ye in her next life.
"Come, I'm writing a poem for you.”
Yuan Ye smiled and stroked Xue Baochai's hair. He picked up the brush and started writing on the lower right corner of the painting again."It's a golden hairpin pendant, with ten fingers exposed and long bamboo shoots. His parents had seen him, and he had won all the poems of Song Yu, and imagined that he would write poems of Gaotang.”
"So beautiful!"
Xue Baochai smiled sweetly as she looked at the poem that Yuan Ye had mentioned beside her in the painting.
"Yeah, it's beautiful."
Yuan Ye looked at Xue Baochai and said with a smile.
"I want to look at this painting day and night to pass it on to our children.”
Xue Baochai looked up at Yuan Ye and said.
"As long as you like it."
"In the future, I will make many paintings for you, so that each of them will be passed down for hundreds of generations as priceless treasures.”
Yuan Ye wrote his name in the lower right corner of the poem, then took out a small seal and stamped it.
Finally, he wrote: In March of the third year of Taikang, his wife Xue Baochai.
The brush fell!
"I really love you.
I really want to be by your side every day."
Xue Baochai looked at Yuan Ye and said.
"I will.
I will let you accompany me every day.”
Yuan Ye threw down his pen and scratched Xue Baochai's nose.
"Ding! [Mission: Host, please draw to obtain the title of Art Saint.]
[Mission Reward: Flute Proficiency]
Then, the system gave Yuan Ye another mission.
Yuan Ye was stunned.
After all, this mission came a little too frequently today.
"Ding! [Mission: Please publish a book and complete it.]
[Mission Reward: One Fruit of Charm (purely to increase the host's charm.]
After consuming it, the host's appearance can reach: Young Master Wuyu of Moshang was peerless in the world, and his appearance was unparalleled.）”
Following that, another mission was issued.
Yuan Ye was stunned.
He wondered what was wrong with him today. Either he didn't post any missions, or he suddenly didn't listen after being constipated for many days.
"What's wrong?"
Xue Baochai saw that Yuan Ye was in a daze and could not help but ask him.
"I'm fine. I'm just thinking about poetry."
Yuan Ye returned to his senses and smiled at Xue Baochai.
"A poem?"
"Another poem?"
Xue Baochai was interested.
He admired Yuan Ye's talent even more.
"Yes!"
"I feel that if I paint a portrait of you, it will definitely be a classic when paired with this poem.”
Yuan Ye smiled at Xue Baochai.
"Alright,"
Xue Baochai happily agreed.
Then, he was about to leave and sit down.
"This time, I want to make a painting with a background for you.”
Yuan Ye gestured for the servant girl to place a new piece of paper before starting to draw again.
He held four to five brushes of different sizes in his hands, and even had one in his mouth. From time to time, he would touch it with his brush.
Color.
"Bah!"
"It's done."
After a long time, Yuan Ye threw the pen in his hand away and spat out the pen in his mouth after he was done drawing. He announced that he was done.
"Every time Langjun draws, he's so fast, and he's a hundred times better than others.”
Xue Baochai stretched her body and said exaggeratedly to Yuan Ye with a smile.
"Of course.
Come and take a look."
Yuan Ye proudly stepped forward and held Xue Baochai's hand, showing her his masterpiece.
"Although I was mentally prepared, it was still shocking.”
Xue Baochai looked at herself and the background in the painting in a daze.
"The clouds think of clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and reveals its brilliance.
If not for the group of jade mountains to see, will meet under the moon to Yaotai.”
"What a beautiful poem!"
"Langjun, you are describing me.”
As he slowly appreciated it, he was infatuated after seeing Yuan Ye's poem.
Xue Baochai was mesmerized by this poem.
"That's right. Otherwise, who would Madam think I'm describing?”
Yuan Ye said with a smile.
"Clouds, clothes, flowers, looks…"
Xue Baochai was completely immersed in it.
He kept savoring it.
"The spring breeze is not as good as you."
Yuan Ye thoughtfully helped Xue Baochai fix her hair by her ear.
"I, I feel like I don't have any strength left.”
Xue Baochai was so mesmerized by the poem and Yuan Ye's flirting that she lost all her strength and collapsed into Yuan Ye's arms.
Her pretty face was flushed red.
This was an extremely emotional look.
"Then let's rest."
Yuan Ye whispered into his ear.
Just like that, Yuan Ye sat down, giving Xue Baochai a better place to rest.
Unknowingly, Xue Baochai actually entered a dream in Yuan Ye's arms.
"Go get a blanket."
Yuan Ye whispered to the servant girl.
The servant girl nodded silently and left carefully.
Soon, a thin blanket was brought over and carefully covered Xue Baochai's body.
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