Xiao Qiyuan, who thought that he would be very kind, walked to the bookcase, lifted the rice paper spread on the desk and shook it.

"This is a painting made by His Highness?"

The little prince nodded nervously, just waiting for Mr. to come, waiting for the boredom to draw and play, the composition was scribbled.

Seeing that the little prince was a little nervous, Pei Shu leaned over and took a look, and said understandingly: "Your Highness, this peach blossom painting is good." ”

Although, this peach blossom picture as a whole is a bit difficult to describe, the tree is not like a tree, the branches are not like the branches, and the flowers are crowded together, giving people a feeling that the living space of the peach blossom is very crowded.

But it's also better than her, at least you can see that it's a peach blossom painting.

The child is still young, and it is good to be able to draw like this.

Xie Xian turned his eyes to look at Pei Shu, and his thin lips lightly raised a smile of unknown meaning.

Pei Shu was inexplicably laughing at him.

"It's not a peach blossom, it's a begonia." The little prince twisted his fingers: "Weeping Begonia." ”

"Begonia?" Pei Shu blinked and coughed: "They look weird." ”

Xie Xian's eyebrows moved slightly: "Where is the image?" ”

Mistaking the begonia for a peach blossom, Pei Shu was a little embarrassed, and said: "The petals, the shape and color of the petals are very similar." ”

Danqing is particularly talented, and Pei Shu belongs to the kind of elm pimple that he doesn't know anything about painting, in the words of his master, very freehand and abstract, abstract that ordinary people can't read.

"Clever rhetoric." Xie Xian glanced at her with subtle eyes, no longer looked at her, and explained to the prince attentively: "The basic elements of painting are shape, line, light and shade and color. ”

Pei Shu, who felt a little weak-hearted, touched her nose and forcibly brainwashed herself, if you are a human being, you have weaknesses, and her painting skills are bad and not ashamed, and she doesn't make a living by selling paintings, what does it matter.

"Painter, painter also. That is, with the line as the boundary, it becomes its painting. The pen is the bone, the ink and color are the flesh and blood, the breath and expression are the soul, and the charm and style are the attitude. ”

Pei Shu was listening to a book from the sky, drowsy.

She doesn't seem to understand it when it's so complicated, can the little prince understand?

Edutainment understands whether or not you understand it, Xie Gou is the first to get power, teaching and educating people is not better than her, Pei Shu secretly slandered herself.

However, the little prince listened very seriously and was very interested, nodding frequently and asking shamelessly, as if he understood very well, so he slapped Pei Shu in the face.

Good horn, the dragon son and the dragon grandson are different from ordinary people.

With excellent genes and early wisdom, Pei Shu is looking for supplements.

Xie Xian patiently explained, but did not write a demonstration.

A picture of a begonia was quickly formed, and the branches and strong corollas were vivid, with a few strokes, and the wind and bones were immediately revealed.

The little prince looked at him with admiration: "Mr. Xie has good painting skills, and his painting is the same as the real thing." ”

Xie Xian took his hand behind and said: "Painting is not easy, if you don't advance, you will retreat, you need long-term learning and accumulation, three or five years or can be a small success, a large completion is at least ten years or more, and the ministers have to study for more than ten years. ”

"Your Highness is gifted and intelligent, and in time you will be able to surpass your ministers."

When he said this, he spoke calmly, with a serious attitude, and there was no smugness in the slightest, but a self-humility from the heart.

It really lives up to the name of a humble gentleman.

Pei Shu has to admit that aside from his dictatorship, this person is indeed admirable in many aspects.

The little prince said, "Mr. Xie, can you give me this begonia picture?" ”

"Yes." Xie Xian's eyes fell on Pei Shu, and said: "The painting should be given to others, just painting without inscription poetry is not a complete work, inscription poems are part of the painting chapter, Your Highness may wish to write a poem for the minister's painting." ”

"Ah, this ......" The little prince looked at Pei Shu with a distressed gaze.

After all, he is still young, and scribbling can be regarded as a hobby, and it is really difficult for him to write poems.

Catching up with the little prince's eyes for help, Pei Shu silently looked away, staring at the cloisonné enamel vase in the corner and taking root.

If it's hard for you, isn't it hard for me?

God was fair, gave her extraordinary beauty and a slight IQ, and took away her poetic talent.

When it comes to painting and composing poetry, Pei Shu wants to die.

These two items simply stepped on her fate, and I am afraid that I forgot to look at the yellow calendar when I went out today?

It felt like the whole world was working against her.

No, no, no, the only thing that got in the way was the dog man beside her, and she wanted to retract what she had just praised him, he was a treacherous villain, knowing where her weaknesses were, but he led things to this point without revealing a trace.

Chengxing wants to expose her shortcomings.

"Ayu keeps saying that it should be supplemented by His Royal Highness to cultivate his body and mind, and the cultivation of temperament is inseparable from the six arts of a gentleman, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. According to my observation, Ayu is afraid that there are two unqualified subjects. ”

As soon as Xie Xian's words landed, Pei Shu felt that he was really like this, he was dissatisfied with his recommendation and prevarication, and he was nakedly retaliating.

Pei Shu has a heart attack, face the difficulties or admit defeat?

It's hard to choose.

I don't want to admit defeat, but writing poetry can really kill her.

When she first learned to compose poetry, she held back for a few days, and held back a shocking poem about ghosts and gods.

After hearing this, the master was stunned for a long time, and then said quietly, "People are short, but they see their strengths."

Then she gave up decisively, and never let her write poetry again.

Xie Xian took a sip of tea and played with the taste: "A well-read and intelligent person can't even write the simplest five-character poem?" ”

These words were obviously provoking her, but she lost to him in Lushan in her previous life, and later lost and lost one after another after coming down the mountain, probably because she lost too much and lost hemp, Pei Shu was angry: "Who said that!" ”

"Why is it so difficult to compose poetry?" Losing people doesn't lose the battle, anyway, there are only three people here, even if the problem of losing people is not very big.

Xiao Qiyuan didn't know the sword light and sword shadow between the two adults, and looked at Pei Shu expectantly.

Pei Shu took a deep breath and paced back and forth in Tianlu Pavilion, pinching the handle of the fan and tapping the palm of his palm, which can be described as racking his brains and thinking hard.

Time passed minute by minute, and the little prince almost didn't wait to fall asleep.

Xie Xian was patient, picked up the book casually, and flipped through it happily.

After holding it for a long time, Pei Shu slapped her palm: "There is." ”

can be regarded as thinking of it, the little prince suddenly perked up, sat upright, and listened attentively.

Xie Xian also raised his eyes.

Whether the poem is good or not is another matter, confidence and momentum must be there, Pei Shu faked a cough, put his hands behind his back, and said in a sweet voice,

"Flowers are easy to decay like Lang's heart, and they will never look back, there are four or five smoke villages next door, six or seven pot stoves, eight or nine are not far from ten, it is better to ...... Why don't you stew in one pot? ”

It's probably still a little weak-hearted, and the end is a little stumbling.

Uh~ The little prince's eyes are purring, I can't tell what's wrong, but I think it's funny.

What a mess, digression of 108,000 miles, the more you listen, the tighter Xie Xian's brows wrinkled.

It's like a difficult birth, holding back for a long time to hold back such a nondescript ghost?