Painting landscape paintings? It's going to be a few fakes! In her line of work, in addition to taking pictures with the camera, she can only draw with a pen.

Camera! The gold ingots suddenly lit up! How could she have forgotten that in the zippered small bag on the front of her bag, there were some of her daily necessities. The mobile phone camera must be in it, your driver's license, passport, and ID card, all of them! When you have time, you must go into the palace to see your bag, this is all evidence that you are living in the 21st century! At that time, Chu Qingge checked his bag, and they all forgot the compartment of the backpack.

The dragonfly didn't know where to move a pot of flowers and plants: "Princess, this flower is what the prince usually likes, why don't you draw this?" ”

The gold ingots smiled, the slave really understood the master's heart, she didn't know what to draw, and the dragonfly moved flowers and plants. It's just that Chu Qingge likes it, which makes her a little unhappy!

"Dragonfly, do you know how to draw?"

Dragonfly shook his head, they are all subordinate slaves, where can I invite Mr. like everyone's daughter to learn calligraphy and painting. Moreover, what I chose back then was not to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The gold ingots did not speak, and carefully drew the flowers and plants in front of him, a small blooming flower, sticking out of a cluster of slender grass branches that carefully protected it.

She is the pearl of the palm, but she has never been the pearl of the palm. For as long as she can remember, she has lived in an ancient tomb that smells of corpses. Stealing from one ancient tomb to another, she has money, but she has no girl's anger. Her father completely treated her like a boy, and sometimes he suspected that he was not a girl but a boy. It seems that she always has the illusion that she is not herself in her father's eyes at all.

After painting the flowers, the gold ingots always feel that this is too perfect. This is not good, it will always break and wither overnight. Draw a few falling petals on the drawing paper, so it seems that there is a feeling of withering!

Life is inherently imperfect, and there is no need to draw so perfectly. After lifting the words in the blank space above, the gold ingots put down the brush with satisfaction and began to paint the colors.

At this time, there is no such color paint, and some of them are colors drawn from plants. It looks real on paper, and there is no poison of modern chemicals, green and environmentally friendly!

"The princess's handwriting is so beautiful!" Dragonfly couldn't help but admire, what she didn't understand was why the princess wanted to draw a flower that was obviously very good, and she wanted to paint the feeling of withering.

"Is it pretty?" Jin Yuan asked rhetorically, this is a traditional Chinese character, maybe only Chu Qingyun can know it. However, she estimated that if Chu Qingyun was allowed to see the words she had written, it would be more likely to spurt blood!

"Beautiful!" The dragonfly nodded.

"How about I tell you to write after that?"

"Princess-" Dragonfly knelt down in fright: "Slave and maid thank the princess." ”

"Get up." The gold ingots were a little lost, and they had to kneel down to thank them for learning every word. If you really live here for the rest of your life, will you also be baptized by this history? After all, a person's power is limited, where is it possible for her to change the ancient point of view!

She can't write the words here, she's only here.

"Dragonfly, I don't know my words here?"

Dragonfly nodded, although she didn't know how to read, but she could also see that the words written by the princess were not the words of their Northern Underworld Heavenly Dynasty.