"Paintings?"

Di Jianian repeated in disbelief, and looked back at the marks on the wall.

"This thing...... Is it a painting? ”

He really couldn't persuade himself to believe Ye Jingjing's statement.

Ye Jingjing's little face was raised, and she said proudly, "Yes, it's a painting!" ”

She jumped to the wall, pointed to the traces of milk tea, and said, "Do you know that there is a way to draw called blow painting?" It is to drip a lot of ink on rice paper and blow it with your mouth to create the shape of plum blossoms and bamboo!

"Although the painting blown out like this sounds incredible, it still looks very meaningful, and some calligraphy can even blow out a perfect landscape painting!"

"So what does this have to do with the milk tea on the wall?" Di Jianian couldn't help but ask.

Ye Jingjing waved her hand, "I've been bored lately, so I wanted to find something to pass the time, before you came, I was going to splash ink on the wall, but you suddenly visited, so I had to stop painting!" ”

"In that case, isn't it better to paint on paper, so why on the wall?"

"Ahem, this palace thinks this wall is empty, it's really not good-looking, so I decided to start from here!"

"Then why use milk tea instead of ink?"

"This ...... Because if the ink is drawn wrong, it can't be cleaned up, and it is ugly to leave on the wall; But if the milk tea is dry, it can still be cut off little by little! ”

Ye Jingjing is very confident that she can deceive Di Jianian for this reason, after all, the milk tea he sent is very thick, and it will indeed be like a layer of paste after drying.

Di Jianian nodded stunnedly, "Oh, there is still such a magical existence in the Central Plains......"

Qi Wushuang next to him kept holding back a smile.

He had already seen that Ye Jingjing had accidentally sprayed it, but it was just because he wanted to save face for a reason.

"Since it's so magical, can you let this king see it?"

Di Jianian suddenly made such a request.

At this moment, Qi Wushuang couldn't hold back at all, and hid behind the curtain and laughed insolently.

If you admit it earlier, you have to talk about it, now it's up to you how you end?

Of course, he didn't dare to say these words in front of Ye Jingjing, but silently recited them in his heart.

Ye Jingjing naturally broke out in a cold sweat, she really didn't expect that this prince would take his braggadocio seriously.

Looking at the entourage beside Di Jianian, they all showed admiration on their faces, and they seemed to be convinced of their words.

Ye Jingjing couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart, secretly sighing that these people had stayed in a remote place for too long, and their brains had deteriorated, could they still believe such a false statement?

"Ye Guifei, please."

Emperor Jianian seemed to think that the fire was not burning enough, so he added another handful of firewood.

Facing everyone, Ye Jingjing's brain was spinning rapidly, and she suddenly had an idea, and said with a smile, "Lord Wang, it's better to do this, this palace will perform a more powerful painting method for everyone." ”

"Oh? Can it be compared to this blowing ink into plums? Di Jianian asked.

Ye Jingjing nodded like pounded garlic, "Of course, of course!" This is a very cherished skill, and you will regret it if you don't see it! I promise you'll forget this bullshit after you read it! ”

Emperor Jianian didn't expect Ye Jingjing to speak so casually, and frowned, "Ye Guifei is really ...... Informal, well, that's really the master's style. ”

"Anyway, let's go out first, this painting still has to be drawn outside!"

Ye Jingjing said, pushed Wanbai, whispered a few words to her, and asked her and Siling to prepare what they needed, and then hurriedly retreated, "Please wait patiently outside first, I still need to prepare!" ”

Everyone didn't know what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd, but Di Jianian was very interested in the magical skills that Ye Jingjing said, so he was the first to go out in a hurry.

Seeing his happy appearance, Ye Jingjing couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart, is this person really a big threat?

After everything was cleaned up, Ye Jingjing finally came out of the house.

Seeing the confident smile on her face, Qi Wushuang was curious, stopped her and asked, "What exactly have you prepared?" ”

"You'll know if you see it." Ye Jingjing said.

Although her steps are steady and her smile is confident, Ye Jingjing keeps beating drums in her heart.

You know, she hasn't been in touch with what she is going to perform next for a long time, and she doesn't know if she can succeed.

Alas, it would be nice if there were dumplings, and you can help yourself with modern items.

Ye Jingjing sighed in her heart.

But she couldn't let people see her worries, so she walked into the center of the crowd with a peaceful smile on her face.

"Ye Guifei, are you ...... Can you perform singing and dancing? Di Jianian couldn't help but speculate.

"Ordinary singing and dancing are so boring." Ye Jingjing said lightly.

Di Jianian misunderstood what she meant, and said in astonishment, "This king heard that Zhao Feiyan can dance in the palm of a person's hand, is it ...... Can you dance like Roselle? ”

Ye Jingjing sighed helplessly, "I don't perform singing and dancing." ”

She asked everyone to wait by the pool in the courtyard, because this was a clear water pool, crystal clear, and there was no other mess, so everyone couldn't figure out what Ye Jingjing wanted to do for a while.

After hearing Di Jianian's speculation, everyone was still shocked, thinking that Ye Jingjing was going to dance on the water and perform kung fu of floating in the water and not touching clothes, but she didn't expect her to deny it first.

"So what are you going to do?" Di Jianian asked curiously.

"Just now we were talking about paintings, so naturally we were performing the art of painting."

Ye Jingjing said, clapped her hands twice, and Wanbai and Siling walked over with something.

There is nothing strange about what they are holding, just pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

However, the rice paper was replaced with silk cloth.

Di Jianian raised his eyebrows, and was about to ask, when he saw Ye Jingjing pick up the brush, he held back his curiosity and waited for the next development.

"I wonder if the prince has ever heard of something called 'water painting'?"

Ye Jingjing turned the brush and suddenly asked.

Di Jianian was stunned and shook his head, "Water painting? I never know. ”

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, and said in amazement, "Could it be that you are painting on the water?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone exclaimed.

Especially Qi Wushuang, looking at Ye Jingjing's eyes was like looking at a ghost.

Ye Jingjing will still have such a high-level thing?

However, thinking that Ye Jingjing came from another time and space, Qi Wushuang didn't take it to heart, just thinking that there was such a magical thing in modern society.

"You're half right, not entirely accurate."

Ye Jingjing said, took the brush from Siling's hand, took a deep breath, and said silently in her heart: Tuanzi, bless me.

Then she dipped the tip of her pen in the paint, and then it landed on the surface of the water, turning it slightly.