can have the opportunity to make extra money, don't do it for nothing, and she thinks that she has a unique makeup technique, these people will definitely not recognize her, and besides, she suffered a loss this morning, and now her voice has changed, who can still recognize it, she wrote it upside down.

"Can you draw? Are you sure? The master stared at her suspiciously, looking at him like a little rascal, don't be deceived by her.

"Master, let's take him back to the top first, and then come out to find it, if the prince blames it, it's none of our business, he asked for it." The officials made a lot of constructive suggestions, thinking that now the people of their entire yamen are worried, and they are afraid that they will not be able to serve this prince well.

There are people who are not afraid of death to send them to the door, why not let him block the muzzle for them first.

Master nodded, then let him try.

Wu Yaohui saw that they brought back a young man, although the young man was dressed ordinarily, there was a sense of arrogance spreading, he looked at it for a while and didn't say much, and asked Huang Qingyi to take out a portrait and hand it to him.

Song Xiaomian took a look, my good boy, isn't this exactly what I painted for Brother Ning a few days ago?

No, the ink on this portrait is dry, and it should be from an early year.

"According to the painting, if you paint well, you will be rewarded, if you don't paint well, twenty boards." Huang Qingyi made a stinky face, looking at Song Xiaomian very unpleasantly, can this little boy paint well? What a joke!

Who knew that Song Xiaomian finished sketching that painting in front of them, one stroke at a time, these two paintings were exactly the same and blinded their dog's eyes!

She suddenly felt annoyed, and it seemed that she had just forgotten to negotiate the price.

"Lord Wang, how much does this painting cost? If the price is not suitable, the small one will not be painted. She stared at Wu Yaohui with a smile on her face, and she had the rhythm of turning her face.

"Who are you talking to so arrogantly, you dare to really look at our prince, see that I don't smoke you." Huang Qingyi is particularly annoying, and he intimidates people at every turn.

But Song Xiaomian grew up in intimidation, and he was not surprised at all by his fake tiger power.

"The prince is a very great man, the villain believes that he will distinguish between right and wrong, give a fair price, and never oppress the people, you whip me, I am afraid that the good image of the prince among our people will be ruined."

Song Xiaomian doesn't smile at it, which makes people look terrible.

Huang Qingyi stared at her, not knowing what to do for a long time.

Wu Yaohui couldn't help but look at her with admiration, listening to it as a compliment, but in fact he was threatening him in disguise, if he really let Huang Qingyi beat her, he would become a prince who did not argue right and wrong and oppressed the people.

This man is a little clever.

"Ten pennies a piece, draw fifty for this king, complete it today, if the painting is not good, not a penny will be given."

He understood what she had just said, but he didn't want to give in to her, and it felt too bad to let a young boy point fingers.

"Deal!"

Song Xiaomian just doesn't eat or drink, and he has to paint well when he goes out!

She had a request: "You will hinder my painting here, so in order for me to finish the painting smoothly, please go out and wait." ”

"You're asking for a lot." Huang Qingyi gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to make a move.

Wu Yaohui gave a look, they all went out, and he followed him out.

After Song Xiaomian took a look, he quietly locked the door in the past, and then used his mind to enter the space.

"Butterfly, where are you? I need your help, can you show up soon? She shouted into the open air, Butterfly said she could help, if she could help her get her painted, she would make a lot of money.

If she had relied on her own strength, she would definitely not have been able to finish painting yesterday, and if she wanted to paint to the extreme, she would definitely have to spend a lot of effort.

If there were a photocopier in the future, it wouldn't be a matter of minutes.

Butterflies flapped their wings and circled above her head.

"Master, master, what are you looking for me?"

Caidie's voice is very comfortable to listen to.

"I need your help with drawing, I need to draw fifty pictures in a short time, but I can't draw that much by myself, do you have a way?" Song Xiaomian thought that Caidie was like an elf, if she could do some small spells, wouldn't it be quick to help her get it?

Caidie seemed to be thinking about it, and was silent for a while: "Master, you paint here, time passes slowly here, and it won't take long for you to take it out when you finish painting." ”

"Is this really going to work? I'm afraid I'll have to paint for a day. Song Xiaomian had a distressed face, if it weren't for this, she wouldn't have looked for her.

"You bring in the drawing, and I'll figure it out for you." Caidie comforted her, seeing that she was more anxious, thinking that this matter must be more tricky.

Song Xiaomian handed her the painting in her hand, and the lifelike beautiful man jumped on the paper, and her eyes blinked several times when she saw the colorful butterfly.

"Master, you go and bring the ordinary water, put the drawing into the water, and then put the blank paper on top of the water, and it will soak out in a while." Caidie said that she would try it.

Song Xiaomian did correctly, thinking that the spiritual spring water has special effects, and it is possible if it can really be printed directly.

When the painting came out, she was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth, she didn't expect that there was really a copy function!

It's clearer than the brush and ink she paints.

In ecstasy, she acted quickly, and Caidie took the paintings she picked up to the sun outside, and the two worked together, and the fifty paintings had all been reflected in about an hour.

She stared at these miracles and couldn't help but sigh: "I really didn't expect the space to have such a magical effect." ”

"Master, as long as you open up more wasteland, there will be unexpected effects." Butterfly disappeared after saying that.

She pondered, is it possible that after reaching a certain level, she can come into the space as she pleases?

When the painting was dry, she quickly packed it up.

Only then did I realize that it seemed that less than an hour had passed outside! The time difference between the space and the outside world is really big, no wonder those crops grow so fast.

Thinking that if I took out the painting at this time, those people would not be shocked to lose their big teeth, so it was better to rest for a while.

Lift your feet up and rest on the table, slump down in the chair, close your eyes and fall asleep.

Shen Luofan woke up and disappeared Song Xiaomian, and asked Uncle Zhou and his son to look for it, but don't secretly run out to set up a stall to sell fish, this ghost girl will not be obedient.

Who knew that after looking around, I couldn't see anyone, not even a shadow.

"Master, she's so smart that there won't be any accidents." Zhou Bin is only worried about his master now, his people are secretly staring at Wu Yaohui's side, if there is a special situation, he will definitely come back in time to report, only know that he has lived in the interpretation station, and nothing else has been discovered.

"Sometimes being smart is mistaken by being smart." Shen Luofan looked displeased, when she came back, she would have to teach her a good lesson, don't always know the sky and the earth, don't you know that someone is worried about her at home?

"The subordinates immediately went out to find it." Zhou Bin heard what his master meant, how dare he delay, he asked his father to keep an eye on everything in the house, and ran out to find someone by himself.

Wu Yaohui was drinking tea in the back room, Song Yingjie was with him, and he dared to take a breath, thinking of Song Xiaosui and Song Tianming, he had to swallow even if he crushed his molars, and now was not the time to plead.

Huang Qingyi pushed the others to retreat, and the room was just them and the master, in order to protect himself, the master lowered his head behind Song Yingjie, and only begged the prince not to see him.

Wu Yaohui glanced at Song Yingjie, he had already touched the bottom of this person before he came, he was still a little capable, and he was sleek and had good friends in the capital, but those relationships were not worth mentioning in his eyes at all.

But now that he needs his help, he gives him a face.

"Lord Song." He cleared his throat and said.

"The lower official is here." Song Yingjie trembled when he heard his voice, as if something bad was about to happen.

"If you can find the person in the painting, this king can get you to the capital, but if you can't do it, this king will depose you." Wu Yaohui's voice was very light and light, if it weren't for being close, Song Yingjie really couldn't hear it.

Although he didn't know who was in this painting, he was afraid that the prince would not be a small person when he was so anxious.

He nodded hurriedly: "The lower officials must do their best to help with the search." ”

"Even if they look similar, they can't be let go." He didn't want him to be confused and miss out.

"Yes." Song Yingjie was frightened, presumably the prince came secretly, this person offended him, and if he saw that he had fought hard, he would have to take it.

He just guessed there, not daring to ask the person's name.

Wu Yaohui didn't mean to tell him, his eyes were cold, and his eyes were more like a knife cut, Song Yingjie only felt that his scalp was numb, and he would feel dizzy at any time.

"If the prince is bored, why don't you go to the courtyard for a walk? Presumably, Xiao Si didn't draw so fast. Song Yingjie was already sweating on his cheeks, and he was going to pee if the prince stared at him again.

"Hmm." Wu Yaohui didn't object and stood up.

Huang Qingyi hurriedly walked in front, and after they went out, several guards naturally appeared behind Wu Yaohui to escort him, Song Yingjie and Master walked behind, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it was almost fatal to be stared at by the prince.

"My lord, do you want to go first?" The master is afraid of death, he doesn't want to accompany this gloomy and uncertain prince.

Song Yingjie scratched him, and he suddenly didn't dare to squeak.

They came back in a circle, and Song Xiaomian in the study also woke up.

Rubbing her eyes, she stood up and stretched her limbs, thinking that the time was about the same, and walked over to open the door.

The afterglow of the setting sun came in, piercing the eyes.

"The painting is already done." She shouted at the guards at the door, and then saw Wu Yaohui and them appear in the courtyard.

She didn't expect that the time was just right, but it was time to go home and cook, otherwise Shen Luofan's stingy ghost would have deducted her salary.

The master walked in first, and after looking at all the paintings, he was shocked, this little boy actually painted exactly the same, and each one was not bad, according to this time, didn't she finish it in three hours?

One piece is ten cents, and fifty pieces can easily earn five hundred cents!