Princess Hanyue brought tea and smiled, as long as the Fu family did it, it didn't matter if it was successful or not, it would not be bad for her, after all, even if it was found to be fake in the end, it was not good for the Fu family to do things, and it had nothing to do with her.

Wan Qingkong didn't know that Qin Xuanmo's wife and concubine were weaving a big net for her, and now she was watching her son waving his little fist there, hehehaha, happy.

Although Dudu is decent every time he makes a move, he is much better than his peers, but compared to Xiao Qi next to him, it is still a little worse.

Xiao Qi's current moves have brought out some of the feelings, and this child is very hardworking, it can be seen in the future, Dudu can be a master, but Xiao Qi is definitely a peerless master.

Looking at the two children, Wan Qingkong felt a little regretful, to say that the most regrettable thing in ancient times was that there was no camera, otherwise Wan Qingkong felt that he had become a photo maniac, but maybe he could draw some pictures? In this way, when Dudu and Xiao Qi grow up, they can also recall.

Wan Qingkong has never learned to paint, but painting, it's all about feelings, so he asked people to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, Wan Qingkong looked at Dudu and Xiao Qi who were still holding their little fists, and began to paint.

"What are you doing? Are you trying the quality of pen and paper?"

Qin Xuanmo opened his mouth, Rao is he didn't like to talk very much, and at this time, he asked the doubts in his heart, not to mention Fang Hao, who had been watching for a long time next to him.

"Big brother, you're stupid and you're not blind, I'm obviously painting, okay?"

Qin Xuanmo looked at Wan Qingkong, and he couldn't hear what she said, but he didn't understand it, and Fang Hao next to him couldn't help but speak.

"What is Madame Wan drawing? Is there a treasure map somewhere?"

Fang Hao looked at it for a long time and didn't understand what it was, and only the treasure map needed to be so mysterious.

Wan Qingkong stared at Fang Hao, another blind one, isn't it? She obviously painted Dudu and Xiao Qi, how did it become a landscape painting if it was a figure painting?

Wan Qingkong admits that she has never learned to paint, and her skills are not good, but isn't painting about artistic conception? This painting is full of her love for Dudu and Xiao Qi, why can't they see it?

Sure enough, they are all people who play with their hearts, and they don't have time to cultivate artistic sentiments, so I don't blame them.

"What do you think I should draw in this situation?"

"Draw Dudu and Xiao Qi." Fang Hao guessed.

"That's right, it's Dudu and Xiao Qi." Wan Qingkong nodded.

Qin Xuanmo and Hao widened their eyes at the same time, this is not as simple as abstraction, this is the sprinkling of ink, right?

"Do you want to draw Dudu and Xiao Qi?" Qin Xuanmo asked.

"Naturally, I want to draw a lot, and I'll show them when they're older."

This painting is so big that I definitely can't recognize it, Qin Xuanmo and Hao thought in their hearts at the same time, but looking at Wan Qingkong's appearance full of interest, they didn't make a sound in the end.

"Mrs. Wan, you have been busy with too many things recently, and you have to take care of the prince, so let's leave this kind of small matter to the small ones."

"You want to paint them?"

"The Hou Mansion has a special painter, rest assured, I promise to draw the heroic posture of Dudu and Xiaoqi, and draw one for them every once in a while in the future, which can be regarded as a record of their growth."

Wan Qingtian put down the pen with some regret and nodded, after all, she didn't want to look at the painting in the future and need to have something to do with Dudu.

After Fang Hao finished arranging, Qin Xuanmo had already taken out a piece of paper again, looked at Dudu and began to draw, as for Xiao Qi next to him, he also left a place, just a very small place.

Wan Qingtian was really a little surprised when she looked at the characters in Qin Xuanmo's pen, she remembered that the characters in Chinese paintings on TV were all god-like, and now this kind of pencil drawing is really drawn with a brush?

"It's so nice." Wan Qingtian gave a thumbs up.

Qin Xuanmo was a little proud, and even said with a pair of eyes, do you see, this is the painting, you are the ink.

"In this situation, I suddenly want to recite a poem, yes, the painting should be inscribed with a poem, I want to think about it."

Wan Qingtian has read a lot of poetry collections recently, mainly because Qin Xuanmo's study has no scripts, so he can only read poetry collections, one

I accidentally became interested, and recently I have a strong desire to write poetry.

"One punch and one kick is so good, and the two kids are so cute."

Looking at Wan Qingkong's crooked and big words, Fang Hao felt that fortunately there were few words in this poem, otherwise he would not have been able to write it.

Well, if this thing can be called a poem, it's a pity that a good painting of the prince was ruined like this.

"Mother, Uncle Qin."

Dudu and Xiao Qi ran over after practicing martial arts, and when they saw the paintings on the table, they all curiously gathered around.

"Is this me? Is this the little seventh brother? Did Uncle Qin draw it? It's so good, Dudu loves it."

"Don't you like the poem next to you?" Wan Qingkong asked.

Dudu took a look, although he had not yet learned to compose poetry, but he really didn't think the poem was good, but seeing that the handwriting was written by his mother, Dudu didn't dare to say that it was bad, and it was a lie to say that it was good, and a good child should not lie.

"It's good, it's better than painting."

Xiao Qi next to him gave a thumbs up, he really thought it was very good, very straightforward, simple and easy to understand.

"Visionary." Wan Qingkong laughed, Dudu looked at the two people who had no poetry talent at all, and was really worried about himself.

"I'm not going to inherit my mother's talent for poetry, am I? It was horrible."

Dudu couldn't help but feel jealous, otherwise he wouldn't learn to compose poetry in the future, as long as he couldn't, no one would be able to force him to compose poetry, so he decided so happily.

This little episode Wan Qingkong is regarded as a daily routine, but they didn't expect Qin Xuanmo to personally paint Dudu but it caused a lot of waves in his backyard, as for Xiao Qi on the painting, this point was selectively forgotten.

What everyone knows now is that the prince paints, Wan Qingkong writes poetry, the protagonist is still Dudu, a proper family of three, and when did the prince paint for others? The eldest prince doesn't have any, right?

If you think about it, Hou Ye doted on Aunt Mei and came up with the matter of changing the child, if it wasn't for the inappropriate age of the son, maybe it would be a change with the son.

So it's possible that the son didn't admit his favorite son for the safety of his favorite son? When the time comes, it will naturally be the time when the scenery will recognize his favorite son.

It seems that the heir of the Marquis of Qin's Mansion is a suspense, because of the bad things of Marquis Qin, there are still many people who believe in this rumor, and they are really speechless. Chinese Net

"Hmph, father's favorite son? What about yourself? A whetstone?"

Qin Tianlin sneered, he didn't like Dudu originally, and he didn't even have friends after what happened last time.

This time Dudu came to the Qin Hou Mansion, and the others deliberately separated them, in addition to the reason for the last incident, they knew that they were not in harmony, but the reason for guarding against him could not be ruled out, thinking of this, Qin Tianlin became more and more annoyed.