Qiushuang helped Wen Wen collect the painting, but she was also hesitating in her heart.

Gently touched her head, a little embarrassed, "I didn't even notice it myself, and I didn't feel it when I painted." ”

Qiushuang looked gentle, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "Miss, who are you painting?" ”

"You don't know who he is?" This time, it was Gentle's turn to be stunned for a moment.

Qiushuang shook her head, "The slave maid has never seen this son, how do you know who he is." ”

Wen Rou originally wondered if this was really too bad for her own painting, so bad that Qiu Shuang couldn't recognize who the person in the painting was when she looked at the painting. But now listening to Qiushuang's words, she feels that it is not what she thinks.

It's not that she painted so badly that Qiu Shuang couldn't recognize who the person in the painting was, but that Qiu Shuang had never seen Ye Xiuzhu at all.

Gentle paused, not knowing whether to tell Qiushuang who the person in the words was.

Since she didn't block Qiushuang from looking at the painting, she didn't have the intention to hide it at first, but now Qiushuang didn't know who the person on the painting was, and somehow she suddenly didn't want to say it.

"There's no one who taught me how to draw."

"Taught you how to draw?" Qiu Shuang was puzzled for a moment, all the teachers invited by the house to Wen Rou, Qiu Shuang had seen them, but none of them looked the same as the people in the painting.

Could it be that their young lady's painting skills are too bad, so the painting is wrong?

This idea came together, and the more Qiushuang thought about it, the more she felt so.

"Which teacher?"

"Sort of. But my mother didn't agree. ”

Hearing this, Qiushuang was a little relieved, it turned out that the lady already knew the existence of the person in the painting. Now that Madame already knows, there is no need for her to pass it on and worry about it.

"Why didn't Madame agree? Before, Madame always wanted you to learn, but you didn't like it, and now when you finally have a teacher to teach you, you don't refuse, which should be a good thing. ”

“…… He's not in good health, and my mother doesn't want me to bother him. Gentleness paused, her eyes drooped slightly, and she replied.

"I see." Qiushuang was busy collecting the paintings, gentle and lowering her eyes, so Qiushuang didn't notice anything wrong with her, "It's a pity." I don't know what kind of illness that teacher has, you can wait for him to get better, and then ask him to teach you, Miss. ”

"I don't know ...... either" said this, and Gentle didn't say any more.

Qiushuang didn't think much about it, although she was a teacher, but after all, it was not easy to talk about this kind of thing with their young lady, not to mention that she was still a young son, even if she was a teacher, she should avoid suspicion.

But this matter is indeed a pity, if you can invite that teacher to teach their young lady, it will definitely be a gratifying thing.

Gentle Silent and Autumn Frost put the painting away.

"Miss, the breakfast slave has already been prepared for you, and you didn't eat last night, why don't you eat something first and then go to rest?" Qiushuang said, thinking that gentleness would not refuse.

It's just that......

The other paintings were all placed in the painting jar, but the last one was placed in a special wooden box, gently closed the lid of the wooden box, picked up the wooden box, looked at the autumn frost, and shook his head, "I don't have much appetite now, sleep first, wake up and talk about it." ”

Before Qiu Shuang could react, he walked out of the study with the wooden box and walked to the bed......