Looking at the posture of Xiaocao's pen, Zuo Xiang nodded secretly, worthy of being the disciples of Hua Concubine Niangniang and Ding Zhonghe, the two holy hands, who had such courage at a young age!

I couldn't help but find this left minister who got along with Xiaocao alone from the head in order to set the news, and I had some expectations for this portrait.

"Draw it!" Xiaocao put down the pen and smiled very happily.

"So fast?" Zuo Xiang put down the book, walked over with official steps, and when he leaned over and saw the portrait that Xiaocao had drawn for himself, he didn't say a word for a long time.

Zuo Xiang, who can adapt to changes in front of the saint, can't find a suitable word to describe his mood at the moment.

"Xiaocao, you are painting...... Me, Li Xiran?"

Xiaocao bent her big eyes and nodded her little head hard, "Hmm!"

"Is the grass painted? Come on, let the old man take a look!" Mr. Yunqing, who had been waiting to see the painting for a long time, couldn't wait to enter the study and take a look before Zuo Xiang reacted.

"Good, very good, Xiaocao's painting skills have improved again! This is really ...... Hahaha, Li Xiang, whenever you want to calculate someone, this is what it looks like, hahaha, hahaha......"

Mr. Yunqing laughed to the side, He Fenglu, who was protecting Xiaocao outside the door, and Xuan Wu, who ran over to see the excitement, also came over, and after seeing Xiaocao's masterpiece, he silently retreated.

Then, the decades-old elm tree in the courtyard was beaten by the two of them with a low head and a sullen laugh, and the jackdaws on the tree were startled away.

Thousands of horses galloped in Zuo Xiang's mind. His father is a very good minister, he has been superior since birth, he is very intelligent when he reads, he is outstanding in appearance, he is also admired by half of the women in the capital when he was young, he thinks that Yushu is chic and dignified, he ......

In Xiaocao's eyes, that's what it looks like?

Zuo Xiang, who couldn't stand this blow, ignored Ding Zhonghe, who was smiling and collapsed on the ground, and discussed with Xiaocao in a good voice, "Is it okay to give this portrait to your uncle?"

"Hmmm! It was originally an uncle's. Xiaocao rolled up the picture very happily and handed it to Zuo Xiang.

Zuo Xiang immediately folded the painting into his sleeve, and told Xiaocao, "Uncle Fang is not trying to calculate anything about you, he just wants to ask you something and doesn't know how to speak." So don't listen to your husband's nonsense, Uncle didn't want to calculate you, understand?"

"Understood!" Xiaocao nodded very cooperatively, "So, what does Uncle want to ask?"

In order to keep his image, Zuo Xiang had to bend down and whisper the truth in Xiaocao's ear, "Xiaocao has a good relationship with Yuantong, do you know if Yuanzhi doesn't know who his father and mother are?"

Xiaocao rolled his hand into a small horn and leaned to the left minister's ear, "Xiaocao doesn't know, who does Uncle think?"

Zuo Xiang shook his head.

Xiaocao's big eyes turned, and he said to Xiao Horn, "Uncle has someone in his heart, but he doesn't tell Xiaocao, that is, he can't say it casually, Xiaocao knows." ”

How can this child be so smart, it's just why her drawing skills are so ...... It's hard to say. Zuo Xiang touched her little head and said earnestly, "Xiaocao, when Uncle was young, he looked very good. ”

"Xiaocao knows that Uncle is also very good-looking now, and he must be better looking than my father when he was young." Xiaocao said very sincerely, "No, Uncle is also better looking than my father now." ”

Can you not compare him with Chen Zumo...... But no matter how bad that person is, he is Xiaocao's father, Zuo Xiang swallowed a stomach full of grievances, and discussed with Xiaocao, "Uncle's portrait, don't draw Xiaocao to others again, okay?"

Xiaocao frowned in embarrassment, "But the saint said, let Xiaocao send all the well-painted paintings to the palace for him and Niangniang to see." This is the best painting of Xiaocao this month. ”

……

As soon as he thought that the saint would receive this portrait, Zuo Xiang's whole person was not good, he was really possessed by a declining god, so he would find Xiaocao to paint a portrait!

"It's only been eight and a half days this month, and in the remaining twenty days, you're going to draw a better portrait, right?"

"But now no one is looking for a portrait of Xiaocao." Xiaocao was extremely lost, and she finished painting everything she could.

This is easy to do!

"Uncle brought hundreds of people, which one do you want to paint?"

"But Xiaocao is not familiar with them, and I can't draw their charm." Xiaocao let out a long sigh, "Xiaocao doesn't have the ability to be a mother yet, and people who don't know can catch Shen Yun." ”

Li Xiran, who wanted to say that she should practice with these people, glanced at Ding Zhonghe, who was smiling unformed, next to her. Because his demeanor was exactly the same as when Xiaocao caught the portrait, Mr. Yunqing smiled even more.

"Your tutor, sir, has the grass been painted?" Left asked.

Xiaocao was very regretful, "Mr. won't let me draw." ”

"What about Master Zhizhen and Daoist Xuanqing?"

Xiaocao shook her head again.

With the idea that the dead Dao friends will not die and the poor Dao, Zuo Xiang smiled comfortably, "Xiaocao, don't worry, in the next three days, they will let you paint one by one, and you can always choose a better one and send it to the saint." ”

Facing the smiling face of the left minister, Mr. Yunqing suddenly felt that it was not good to have a big deal.

Xiaocao shook his head very principledly, "I didn't come willingly, Xiaocao didn't want to paint." ”

"They all do it willingly."

If you talk about calculating people, which one can compare to the old fox Li Xiran! Mr. Yunqing really couldn't laugh.

Zuo Xiang, who returned to his residence, took his portrait and looked at it for a long time.

In all fairness, Xiaocao's composition is very comfortable, the folds of the clothes are drawn, and the windows and bookshelves next to it are also very similar, but this person is ......

"Li Tian, who do you think is the person in this painting?" Zuo Xiang summoned his subordinates who had followed him for many years and asked.

Li Tian glanced at the person in the painting, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, his body trembled a few times, and he barely held back a smile, "Who painted you so vividly, master?" Could it be that Chen Xiaocao, whose painting skills are deeply liked by the saint? ”

This little girl is so powerful, he must tell the old woman about it when he goes back!

Zuo Xiang waved his hand, "Go out, don't mention this matter to others." ”

When Xiaocao returned home, Qin and Xiaonuan were already waiting.

Xiaocao lay on the table, and after a while, she drew a picture and gave it to her mother and sister to see.

The praise of the Qin clan and Xiao Nuan immediately came like a tsunami. From the small sketch bookshelf, the window, and a few branches outside the window, to the person in the painting in the middle of the painting, who holds the book sideways and turns back, revealing a slightly bulging belly, the painting is endless.

"These eyebrows are too expressive!" Qin laughed so hard that he couldn't get up from lying on the kang.

"Yes, yes! Grass, you're amazing!" Xiao Nuan laughed wildly while beating the kang.

My sister is an absolute genius. Her entire painting, including Zuoxiang's clothes, is realistic, only Zuoxiang's face is abstract. And it's so abstract and so appropriate, and it's very grassy style - in order to make up for the regret of not having the finishing touch, Xiaocao drew a star next to the eye of the left side!

This little star really lit up the whole painting, and people couldn't help but applaud.

"Did Master Li praise you?" Thinking that Zuo Xiang also had today, the Qin family couldn't help but gloat.

Xiaocao smiled happily, "Uncle Li said that he would ask Mr., Master Zhizhen, and Zhang Guanzhu to willingly line up for Xiaocao to paint, and then ask Xiaocao not to show this portrait to others." Mother and sister, mother and mother are no one else, uncle is so stupid. ”

"Hahaha-" The Qin family and Xiao Nuan couldn't hold it back, they couldn't imagine that Li Xiran, an old fox, could actually be deceived by Xiaocao.

Xiao Nuan laughed so hard that her stomach hurt, so she wiped her tears, rubbed her cheeks and said, "Don't send it to Niangniang, if Niangniang sees it, it is equivalent to seeing you in the saint." If he is taken to the morning court by the saint to talk and laugh, Lord Li doesn't know what else will happen. ”

Seeing that Niang Qin and Xiaocao were full of regrets, Xiao Nuan smiled evilly, "When Niang Niang goes out of the palace to play, let's take this painting as a little secret and secretly show it to Niang Niang, isn't it better?"

Secretly, secretly, with the mother? The two little faces of Qin and Xiaocao, who looked like gods, were immediately lit up by Xiao Nuan.

"Ahh Zuo Xiang, who was thinking about blackmailing the three unlucky ghosts, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his straight nose, tilted his head and rolled his eyes, there it is!

At this time, the expression of the left phase is exactly like the one painted:

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