She and Ah Xiu were left alone in the house.

It was the first time for Ah Xiu to study with this little master who looked so wicked, and he was so nervous that he almost fainted.

An Sijin also saw her nervousness, and said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a master in the academy, and I'm not strict at all, everything I teach you is not in shape." ”

Ah Xiu was puzzled and asked cautiously, "Young Master, what is the meaning?" ”

An Sijin picked up the sharpened charcoal on the table, drew it casually in front of her, and whispered, "Meaning is the demeanor, not the shape, if you want to learn to paint well, the shape is important, but if you don't have a demeanor, it is a dead thing, you are an embroiderer, your own painting skills are already better than ordinary people, but always return to the form, you should always think about embroidering more delicate and more regular, so that people can't make mistakes, right?" ”

Ah Xiu nodded, and took a closer look at the birds in the young master's pen, which were indeed scribbled, but they seemed to have spirits, as if they were about to fly away.

"The young master's painting is really good, it is very similar to the biography of Master Yu Ziqing of Beishan Academy."

An Sijin picked up Ah Xiu's hand and stuffed the charcoal pen into her hand, "How can I compare Master Yu Ziqing's biography, it's just some manuscripts that can't be put on the table, you observe things around you more, don't care too much about the form." ”

Ah Xiu nodded, looking ignorant, "Then did I practice birds first?" ”

An Sijin knocked on her head, "It seems that it is best to practice things that can move, and it is also okay to draw birds, but you don't think that embroidered on clothes can only be flowers, birds, fish and beasts, and all beautiful things can make them add color to their clothes." ”

Ah Xiu nodded, and began to draw the birds on the young master's paper, but was stopped by her, "Don't depict!" ”

......

After teaching Ah Xiu, An Sijin walked out of his 'office' and gave up this place to Ah Xiu.

There are flowers blooming, and the streets are as lively as ever, but An Sijin is a little lonely.

I used to like to go to the street the most, and I always wanted to have a lively time, but in fact, when I got out of the door of the General's Mansion, I always went to the Returning Cloud and Rain Pavilion.

If you are lucky enough to meet him, you will enjoy the scenery, drink, and mix together.

But now, it's just embarrassing to meet him, although when I think of him, my heart still beats hard, but I am afraid that he will show a cold look.

The obsession in her heart rose again, and she secretly smiled bitterly, "Forget it, it's better to go to Brother Yan, listen to a show, and come freely." ”

.....

And in the Pavilion of Returning to the Clouds, dressed in white and wearing a silver mask, he looked at a place outside the street, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the mist, his cool appearance made people dare not approach.

Ah Si has been running Nanzhou for his master in recent days, so I don't know what happened to his master recently, why he sat in the pavilion in the middle of the night, and he was not afraid of the wind and cold.

Although Ah Yue knows what has happened in the past few days, he can't figure out why the master looks like this?

Now that the marriage with the third lady of the General's Mansion has also been decided, why do you still look so sad and miserable?

Fu Chen looked at the tea leaves circling around in his hand, although his mouth was sweet, but there was a bitterness in his throat.

muttered to himself, "This is the phoenix of a thousand gold?" ”

Ah Yue listened to the master's whispering, so she stepped forward and asked, "What does the master command?" ”

"What's going on in Chang'an Street in Jingzhou City lately?"

"Back to the master, this flowery owner is here, and the women in Jingzhou City, who are dressed in red, have seen their faces."

Fu Chen felt a little funny, "He's happy, but I'm here to worry about her, it's ridiculous." ”

He got up, looked at the tea, and with a wave of his hand, swept them all to the ground.

"Let's go, go home, this king is tired."

"Yes, master."