I have to say that the painting techniques and techniques used by Su Ding are unheard of and unseen by them.

Song Shiyue grunted and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

A small piece of charcoal, in the blink of an eye, can turn decay into magic, which seemed to him to be an incredible thing.

However, now, this miracle has really appeared in front of him.

At this moment, he didn't even dare to come out.

For fear of disturbing Su Ding next to him.

After less than a quarter of an hour or so, Su Ding adjusted the shadows, light and dark details on it slightly.

Then, slowly put the charcoal down.

"Fortunately, I didn't have too many hands, so I can finally use it!" Su Ding laughed.

While speaking, he gently handed the sketch of Wu Yanzu to Song Shiyue in front of him, and then said, "Take it back and pay the errand!" ”

"Master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship!"

And at this time, Song Shiyue seemed to understand something.

He suddenly knelt on the ground, and looked at Su Ding in front of him gratefully!

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Su Ding looked at Song Shiyue in front of him with a question mark on his face: "When will I become your master?" ”

"Master! I want to learn this......"

Song Shiyue snorted three times and kowtowed to Su Ding three times.

"I have been pursuing painting skills all my life, and I thought that I would be able to enter the house and count Xiaocheng, but today I realized that I have been watching the sky at the bottom of the well, and I don't know how big the sky is!"

Song Shiyue looked at Su Ding in front of her and was extremely emotional.

"Now, I know, I realize. Please teach me Master! ”

As she spoke, Song Shiyue buried her head again.

Su Ding's whole face was confused. What's going on? I just didn't want this Song Shiyue to bother me, so I just gave him a painting, why did he suddenly become this Song Shiyue's master?

"You get up first!"

Su Ding's head was full of black lines.

"If Master doesn't accept me, I can't afford to kneel here!"

Scholars are stubborn.

Especially this kind of reader, who studies a skill to the extreme.

Song Shiyue is not the extreme, but he is definitely a talent, he can paint Chinese painting to that extent at such a young age, and even entered the Ruyi Pavilion, but he never imagined that he would be fooled by Su Ding now.

Su Ding glanced at the direction of Chongwen Pavilion with some weakness, he still underestimated the madness of these people in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

It seems that he has exposed something remarkable today.

"It's not impossible to teach you!"

Su Ding coughed dryly twice, then looked at Song Shiyue in front of him, and then continued: "However, if Your Majesty asks about it in the future, you will say that these things are researched by yourself, how about it?" ”

"No!"

Song Shiyue hurriedly spoke: "Master, this is the crime of deceiving the king!" ”

"Bullying is bullying......"

Su Ding thought in his heart, however, this must not be said.

"Then you don't have to learn!" Su Ding gently spread his hand and said lightly.

Song Shiyue was stunned, as if she was a little puzzled: "Master, you have already studied such painting techniques, why don't you want to show them to others?" ”

Su Ding was dumbfounded for a while!

"Don't ask what you shouldn't!"

Su Ding waved his hand and said mysteriously.

Song Shiyue was caught in a dilemma.

After a long time, Song Shiyue raised her head a little dazedly and said, "I only said that this was what my master taught me, but I didn't reveal that my master was you, is it okay?" ”

Su Ding's eyes blinked twice.

"It's fine."

After Song Shiyue heard the affirmative answer, she nodded excitedly: "Okay master, then I won't bother you, from tomorrow, I will take the time to come and look for you!" Rest assured, I will definitely study hard and carry forward this skill of yours......"

Su Ding was a little speechless for a while.

He waved his hand a little bored: "Let's go, let's go!" ”

Song Shiyue left with the piece of drawing paper.

At this time, Su Ding found that Qiao Huchen was looking at himself like a fool.

"What's wrong?"

Su Ding touched his nose and asked subconsciously.

"You're stupid, aren't you? What is this place? This is the palace......."

"Huh?"

Su Ding was a little unclear.

"Although I don't know why you want to hide it, but what happened in the palace, it is too difficult for you to hide it from your eldest brother. If he can't even figure out what's going on under his nose......"

Qiao Huchen did not continue.

However, these words made Su Ding feel a little secretly frightened.

The feeling given to him by the young son of heaven is that he has a certain city government and ability, but such a small thing shouldn't be enough, right?

"Alright, I got it!"

Su Ding shook his head, feeling a little confused.

"Alright."

Qiao Huchen waved his hand, and didn't care: "I'll take this chair away." You're busy, I won't bother you! ”

After saying that, he walked out with the chaise longue on his back.

"Phew, you brute!"

Su Ding took a sip, but he was a little helpless.

This Qiao Huchen does have a lot of strength, he came to this world, he has always wanted to protect himself, his family has enough money, and he is honest to be a gentleman, and it is enough to be a chic man for a lifetime.

However, it seems that he is being carried by the whirlpool of fate and is involved in an abyss that he can't see.

"Forget it, let's take one step at a time!"

"How many are the days of leisure!"

Su Ding made up his mind.

At this moment, Su Ding's eyes suddenly moistened.

"Childe ......"

When Qing'er saw Su Ding's appearance, she instantly felt a little distressed: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Qiao Huchen on a dog day, hugging the recliner and hugging the recliner, how did he take Lao Tzu's quilt away? This is nine midwinters, is it going to freeze Lao Tzu to death? ”

"Forehead ......"

Qing'er was speechless for a while, but after a while, she covered her mouth and laughed.

"Don't worry, Childe. If it's cold tonight, Qing'er will give you her own quilt! Qing'er said softly.

At night, the Chongwen Hall is exceptionally quiet.

Su Ding lay on the bed, tossing and turning.

"Childe, isn't it cold?" Qing'er asked softly.

"No ......"

Su Ding shook his head: "Qing'er, did you hear any sounds?" ”

"Voice?" Qing'er was stunned for a moment: "No?" ”

Su Ding got up and put a thick jacket on his body: "Go, go out!" ”

The two of them came to the courtyard, and then opened the door of the Chongwen Pavilion and looked seriously towards the long palace avenue.

"Baa ......"

A voice clearly came into Su Ding's ears.

Su Ding's eyes lit up: "What a cute handful of lamb skewers!" ”