Yang Zheng's parents are masters of Chinese painting, he has learned a lot since he was a child, but unfortunately he can't bear it, and he doesn't have that calmness, he studied for more than ten years, and he didn't learn, and then he came to see the university, the literary and art students were very popular, and he studied sketching for four years.

After reading it, he called Fu Bo and asked people to frame these two portraits overnight, and then put them on the street outside the Peng family's mansion early tomorrow morning.

Fauber saw that the picture was exquisite, and the characters were ridiculously beautiful, so he didn't dare to be careless, and carefully lifted the paper with one by one, and then muttered while looking at it: "How is this drawn, it's so beautiful-?"

"Isn't this the second miss, why is it so good-looking?" The family next to Fu Bo stared at the portrait of the dead shemale for a long time, and finally found that this was his own second miss.

Fu Bo was very disdainful, and said, "What kind of eyes do you have, have you only noticed it now?

The family said: "But isn't the second lady a woman dressed as a man, how can Hua An draw a woman's face?"

Fu Bo was slightly stunned, looked at the picture, and suddenly "Hey, this looks a little like the second lady, but more like a lady?"

The family Ding also took a closer look and said, "But no, tsk, this Hua'an will have the ability, even the charm of the lady can paint the appearance of a girl, tsk-tsk-?"

The two talked and walked away, but Yang Zheng didn't stop, and once again let the eldest lady and the dead ladyboy fiddle with various poses, but still scratched their heads and posed.

Although the two were reluctant, it was a matter of the Peng family, and they scolded a few times, so they didn't say much.

Yang Zheng didn't say much, after all, there were still a lot of things to do, and he didn't have half a minute of leisure work next.

On the paper, he moved his pen like a fly, and no more than a few drawings were drawn. After drawing like this for almost a stick of incense, Yang Zheng rubbed his sour arm and his neck, which was slightly sour and numb due to a long time of scrutiny, and swept the paper he had drawn one by one, and was very satisfied, so he stood up and stretched his waist. said: "It's finally done, you can rest for a while!"

The eldest lady and the dead ladyboy ran over, looked at a few pictures one by one, and only heard the eldest lady "Ah-?" exclaimed, followed by willow eyebrows, and shouted: "Hua'an, this, this, this is what you painted?"

Yang Zheng was rubbing his neck, and said angrily when he heard the words: "You don't have long eyes?"

This time, the eldest lady was even more angry, pointed to one of the pictures, and said, "This—what's going on?"

Yang Zheng looked at him so strangely, looked down, smiled when he saw it, and said, "Oh, isn't it just a picture of the eldest lady taking a bath, what's wrong?"

The eldest lady said: "What's wrong, when did I come out of the bath for you to see, you-?"

"Oh-?" Yang Zheng said unhurriedly: "Of course you didn't get out of the bath!

"The concubine out of the bath?" The eldest lady was stunned, she just glanced at it in a hurry, and saw a charming woman on the picture, Luo shirt was removed, revealing half of her daughter's body, and when she saw the picture, it was herself, and she couldn't help but get angry.

"You are despicable, shameless, and obscene, and you paint such an unsightly picture, what do you want to do?" said the eldest lady, blushing and glaring at him.

Yang Zheng didn't think that these pictures were the hardcover boards he made for the booklet, but where he made money, whether he could make a fortune or not rely on this series of sketches?

"What's the matter, I didn't draw a picture of the Spring Palace?" Yang Zheng muttered twice in his heart, and said: "I am conforming to the hearts of those stinky men, so that they can see it, and if they can't eat it, they can pay for it, otherwise who can read that booklet, besides, this is Yang Guimai, not your eldest lady, your eldest lady is out of the bath, maybe no one looks good?" After speaking, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the eldest lady's towering breasts, and muttered: "Although the big is big, there are still a lot of gaps compared with other concubines?"

The eldest lady looked at him shaking his head and sighing, especially after his eyes fell on his crisp breasts, and made such a touch, she was so angry in her heart that she couldn't wait to pounce on it and take a bite.

"Ah—is this me?" exclaimed as the two of them had been looking at the painting, and there was a hint of joy in his voice.

The eldest lady glared at Yang Zheng fiercely, turned her head curiously, and saw the woman in the painting on the paper, wearing a phoenix crown and a phoenix robe, like a blooming peony flower, graceful, dignified and gorgeous. But with a strong drunkenness, drunk eyes are hazy, the pretty face is slightly red, the small mouth is slightly open, and there is an indescribable beauty.