An hour and a half later, Zhang Ting finally stopped writing brush.
Looking at this painting in front of me, Zhang Ting himself thought it was very beautiful.
"How does it look?"
How long has Zhang Ting been painting here, and how long has An Qinwang been beside him? As soon as Zhang Ting’s writing brush stops, Prince Ann can’t wait to squeeze in Zhang Ting to see it.
"You see, there are girls like Smoke who can also come and see if they are not satisfied, they can say it now and change it," said Ruyan Liu, sitting not far from Zhang Tingchao.
Ruyan Liu, who was sitting next to him, had a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he walked lightly from the stone to Zhang Ting.
"It’s so beautiful, so beautiful. I never knew I was so beautiful." Ruyan Liu was shocked when he saw the painting.
She already knew that she was beautiful, but when she saw this painting, she knew that she could be so beautiful again.
"It’s really beautiful. This watercolor painting is different from those I painted before. My previous paintings were all original paintings. This painting is different without color. Just now, all the colors there appeared in this painting." Zhang Ting also looked at his painting with satisfaction.
I really feel that this watercolor painting looks like it.
Just as the two women were discussing the painting.
Zhang Ting discovered that one of the three of them seemed not to be out.
Zhang Ting curious looked up.
It was only then that An Qinwang next to them looked at the painting with a silly wait for a while expression.
Zhang Ting playfully waved his hand in front of him. "Are you all right, my Lord?"
Chapter 736 Jealousy!
Zhan Cao recovered from this stunning painting.
A lift eye immediately with two eyes looked at his side.
"This painting is beautiful, and the painter is even more beautiful." Zhan Cao looked at Ruyan Liu with a shy face like a young man who had just fallen in love.
"Is this painting beautiful, Your Majesty? Do you think it’s human or this painting?" Zhang Ting laughed and joked with the An Qinwang.
Ruyan Liu’s cheeks are redder, and he is embarrassed with his head down.
War Cao glanced at the woman next to him and said, "Painting beauty is more beautiful."
Zhang Ting ha ha a smile looked at the two of them take the initiative to let this place out.
Now that I’m writing, Zhang Ting thinks of what he promised to do two days ago.
So I picked out the most common painting from my usual paintings, and then stamped her with the four-word seal, so that people took this painting to the city and gave it to Zhan Zun.
When Zhan Zun in the city received the painting from the Hao family,
Hold this picture with an expression that you can’t put down.
Ye Yuanyuan heard that the Hao family sent a painting to the Second Emperor.
The horse came along with her handmaid.
"Side princess, come and see if this painting looks good?" Zhan Zun saw Ye Yuanyuan’s horse coming in and beckoned others to come over.
Ye Yuanyuan’s eyes flashed with a disdainful look, but the footsteps still came along to fight the statue.
After coming over, Ye Yuanyuan took a serious look at this painting. In her opinion, this painting is ugly in two words and ugly in three words.
I don’t know if people in Beijing are blind, so it’s hard to find a daughter for this pure-hearted layman to paint.
"Isn’t it beautiful? This is a painting by a Buddhist who is pure in heart. If this painting is dedicated to his father, he will be very happy. Even if the third brother has made contributions in that matter, so what? My side has also made contributions." Zhan Zun carefully protected his hand.
Ye Yuanyuan skimmed her lips. "What’s so good about this painting of the sovereign? I think you can buy a painting that is even better than this one at random in the street."
She never admitted that she looked down on Zhang Ting, a woman worse than her Ye Yuanyuan.
After hearing her words, Zen Cao smiled and gently put the painting away.
Then a pair of cold eyes shot at Ye Yuanyuan’s side. "Ye Yuanyuan, no matter whether this painting is good or not, it is from the hands of a pure-hearted layman. It is a good painting. Do you understand?"
Ye Yuanyuan a listen to his name and surname called his heart thumped.
Know that I have made people angry.