Chapter 17: I see

The painter in the pavilion moved quickly, but after two quarters of an hour, it was Zhang Wan's turn. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

After seeing the show girl in the pavilion salute and withdraw, Zhang Wancai followed behind Li's mother and leisurely raised her steps into the pavilion.

After walking in, Zhang Wan found that the painter opposite was not very old, but he was in his thirties, but the greedy face of this person had undoubtedly destroyed his sense of elegance.

What a pity! Zhang Wan couldn't help but sigh when she saw this. This person has a spiritual root, but unfortunately, now it has been covered by greed, and there is not much spiritual energy left.

Mother Li, who was standing on the side, saw that Zhang Wan didn't move, and couldn't help but be secretly anxious. If Miss Wan doesn't give this Mao Wei some benefits, then on top of this portrait, Miss Wan is afraid that she will suffer.

And Mao Wei, who has been bowing his head to sort out his pen and ink, waited for a long time and didn't see anyone come to give gifts, so he couldn't help but secretly frown.

What's going on with this show girl? Don't you know your own rules?

Thinking of this, Mao Wei couldn't help but raise his head and looked at the show girl opposite with dissatisfaction.

With just one glance, as far as his eyes could see, Mao Wei was shocked, and even the brush in his hand slipped out of his hand, and he didn't even know it.

What a beautiful and agile woman! What a dignified and arrogant woman!

Especially the clear and agile eyes of this woman, it seems that with only a slight turn, she is already looking forward to being radiant.

Such a unique woman, if she is under her own wonderful brushwork, I am afraid that Your Majesty will not be able to take her eyes off her portrait as soon as she sees it.

In the face of Mao Wei's surprised look, Zhang Wan on the opposite side just raised her eyes slightly and glanced at him with a smile.

This smile made the garden shine, and it made Mao Wei's heart beat faster and stand up involuntarily.

And the little eunuch standing behind Mao Wei saw him stand up, and thought that the other party was tired of painting, so he remembered to move his hands and feet.

At this time, the little eunuch saw that it was not early, so he opened his mouth and reminded him euphemistically.

"Lord Mao, this is the last show girl, Zhang Wan. "It's already the last place, you hurry up and finish the drawing, and everyone can call it a day and rest.

As soon as the little eunuch's voice fell, Mao Wei raised his head in surprise.

It turned out that she was the show girl Zhang Wan? No wonder Wan Guifei of Guan Ju Palace had to send someone to find her for this woman.

I see, I see!

With the demeanor of this woman, under the finishing touch of her own wonderful brushwork, she will inevitably attract the attention of the emperor, and it is no wonder that Wan Guifei, who favors the harem, is so anxious.

This Zhang Wan, this Zhang Wan who makes people forget the vulgar at first sight, does have the confidence to worry Wan Guifei.

Thinking of the box of jewelry sent by Mama Zhao, Mao Wei pressed the vibration in his heart, his expression was closed, and after shaking the wide sleeves with both hands, he sat down again.

Now it seems that this show girl is probably going to miss the emperor's favor after all, what a pity, a pity!

"Zhang Wanxiu, let's go sit over there. Mao Wei regretted it, and at the same time lightly directed at Zhang Wan opposite, and ordered.

Zhang Wan, who has always been indifferent, saw that after the other party heard her name, her expression changed rapidly several times, and she naturally understood it in her heart.

It seems that Wan Guifei in Guan Ju Palace is not an ordinary concern for herself.

The other party first sent the old eunuch of the Shanggong Bureau to observe him secretly, and now he specially arranged such a painter for himself in the matter of painting selection.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wan couldn't help but smile. This Wan Guifei, who has been in the harem for many years, is indeed a wonderful person.

Zhang Wan's smile surprised Mao Wei, who had just picked up the pen, in his heart.

The woman just smiled slightly, and the bright light flowing out of her eyes had already made this garden full of spring light, completely lose its color.

If you draw these eyes into the painting, wouldn't it be a bad thing for the concubine?

Thinking of this, Mao Wei put down the brush in his hand again and looked up at the girl opposite.

"Zhang Wanxiu, you look sideways. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the outside of the pavilion.

When Zhang Wan heard this, she saw that Mother Li on the side was anxiously glancing at herself, but she still nodded indifferently, and then sat sideways according to her words and looked at the spring light in the garden outside the pavilion.

The girl sat sideways, and what caught Mao Wei's eyes was naturally only a side face. And without those clear and smart eyes, and then ignoring the other party's unique temperament, just by her appearance, Zhang Wan is indeed not the best in the world.

Mao didn't see this, and finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He clenched the brush in his hand and drew meticulously according to the side face of the girl in front of him. Of course, after receiving the benefits of Concubine Wan, he naturally would not let Zhang Wan's unique charm leap into the portrait.

Painting only its shape but not its god is naturally effortless for Mao Future, who has divine skills in hand.

No, but in a quarter of an hour's effort, Zhang Wan's portrait has been gradually completed.

And the little eunuch who was standing behind Mao Wei and waiting, after inadvertently looking down at Zhang Wan's portrait, frowned and muttered to himself.

In the eyes of this little eunuch, the appearance of the woman in this portrait is obviously nine points similar to the girl opposite. But how can it feel like two completely different people?

The little eunuch reached out and touched his head, confused.

It's just that in the end, in the end, he is struggling to survive in the palace, and although the little eunuch is young, he also knows the truth that disaster comes from his mouth.

Although he was puzzled by this, he was still cautious and did not ask a word.

After a while, Mao Wei put down the paintbrush in his hand, put away the painting scroll on the side, and then nodded at Mother Li on the side.

"Auntie, the portraits of the show girls have been completed. You can take them back. ā€

When Mother Li heard this, although she was guessing in her heart, she had already nodded with a smile on her face.

"Then it's hard work for you. She stepped forward and saluted Mao Weifu, wanting to take the opportunity to bribe the other party, but when she took a good look at Zhang Wan's portrait, she saw that Zhang Wan had already walked behind her.

"Auntie, are we going back now?" The girl's crisp voice like a yellow warbler still interrupted Li's mother's plan.

Seeing this, Mother Li had to sigh in her heart, and nodded at Mao Wei with a smile on her face, before turning around and leaving the pavilion with Zhang Wan, and walked over to the other show girls who had been waiting in the garden for a long time.

In the pavilion, seeing that Mother Li had left the garden with the show girls, Mao Weicai got up and stretched.

"Xiao Ningzi, put away these scrolls, and let's go back to the celebrant to hand over the errand. After speaking, he nodded to the little eunuch on the side, and took the lead out of the pavilion.

At this time, Mao Wei's mood is undoubtedly very good.

He not only received the silver of Wan Guifei, but on the picture scroll of the show girl Zhang Wan, he also left a trace of life for himself.

Mao Wei knew that he and his ancestor Mao Yanshou were different. With such a painting, even if His Majesty discovers something in the future, I am afraid that he will not be able to blame himself.

After all, he completely and truthfully painted the appearance of the show girl Zhang Wan.

Thinking of this, how could Mao Wei not be in a good mood!