Mrs. Hua finished speaking.

The painters below were all excited, their faces flushed, and their brushes were trembling.

Mrs. Hua's status is that she is the head wife of the eldest son of the Lin family. The eldest son has already been granted the title of Marquis, and Mrs. Hua has been personally conferred a first-class title by the emperor. Her status is extremely noble.

Painting for Mrs. Hua is a great honor, but it also makes all painters feel a mountain of pressure.

After pondering for a long time, the painters grabbed their brushes one after another, drank enough ink, and began to draw lines on the familiar Xuan.

When painters draw people, they mostly outline them with fine brushwork. Raw rice paper absorbs water and spreads easily, so it is suitable for freehand brushwork. Cooked rice paper does not absorb water and can be used for line drawing.

The waterside pavilion is quiet and quiet, and the sound of gurgling water is clear and sweet.

The painters put their pens down on the paper, and the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was like the gentle breeze of a sea of ​​bamboo.

Anle, however, still stands in the same place. When painting characters, not only the form is important, but the charm is even more important. Capturing this charm is the key to the sublimation of the painting.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly raised his head and his eyes fell on the graceful, gorgeous and stunning lady.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes slightly.

He may have a better way of viewing Shen Yun than others.

My mind moved.

A wisp of the age energy that had been taken from Mrs. Hua with great difficulty emerged before her eyes.

I appreciate the charm through the years!

But I saw that the energy of time was not the ordinary gray energy of time. It bloomed golden, like a pillar of incense burning, and the scene slowly appeared like ripples of water.


Chapter completed!