MTL - Time is slow-Chapter 9 duck play illustration

   Chapter 9 Duck Play

   The girl gritted her teeth lightly, her face was pale, only the brows of the brows became more and more distinct, like the rustling apricot blossoms in the apricot forest, the vast snow covered the delicate red when it first bloomed, and it was pitiful for no reason.

   But what Chi Can lacks the most is the emotion of pity for Xiangxiyu. He squinted at Qiao Zhao and said angrily: "What's the use of asking this now?"

   "Brother Chi is it inconvenient to say?" Qiao Zhao casually pulled the corner of his mouth.

  This person came to visit his father. Judging from his identity and age, it must not be a business matter, so nine times out of ten, it has something to do with the purpose of his visit three years ago.

   In that case, she might be able to fulfill his wish for him. It's not to show off, just to repay the other party's kindness of rescue.

   As for this person's erratic temper...cough, she cares about a pervert.

  Qiao Zhao said that Chi Can was a pervert, and it really wasn't a curse.

   She has limited understanding of the people in the capital, but Chi Can is an exception. On the one hand, Chi Can came to visit her grandfather, and more importantly, his parents are too famous for their deeds.

   Princess Changrong is the younger sister of today's sage, and was popular with the queen mother and the emperor when she was young. When she was of the age to get married, the eldest princess chose from thousands of choices, and personally selected a handsome and unparalleled person from a poor family.

   In the words of the eldest princess back then, the poor disciples were a little less flamboyant than the noble children of Zhixun, and they were more down-to-earth and reliable.

  Xu is to verify what the eldest princess said. After marriage, the two raised their eyebrows and raised their eyebrows. After more than ten years, let alone quarrel, and even bickering was rare. The princess is honorable, of course, the concubine's tolerance is indispensable.

   For a while, this immortal couple has attracted the envy of many people, and the princesses who were puzzled by Princess Changrong's choice at first admired her wisdom more than once.

   Who knows that life is always more exciting than the playbook. The concubine passed away unexpectedly. When Princess Changrong was dying of grief, a woman came to the door with a pair of children. It was actually the concubine's outer room.

   What made the eldest princess even more unacceptable was that the two children in the outer room were not much younger than the only son Chi Can.

   The happiness and triumph of the past ten years, the sweeter and envious, the louder the slap in the face, and slapped Princess Changrong on the face. Papapa, her face was so swollen that the eldest princess didn't even have much grief left, but that person was dead, so she had nowhere to vent.

   Soon after, Princess Changrong raised her face openly, and the princess' mansion was singing every night.

  Chi Can, who is still young, has become more and more surly in the face of this series of changes and those who are well-disguised but full of all kinds of malice. In addition, his appearance followed his father's, and the more he grew up, the more prosperous he became. The eldest princess was hot and cold to this son, but the little ladies in the capital were chasing him wildly, which made him even more eccentric.

   These are the gossips that Qiao Zhao occasionally heard after marrying into the Jing'an Marquis Mansion. She retracted her thoughts and looked at Chi Can with a little sympathy.

   Compared to him, how normal her parents were!

  Chi Can was extremely sensitive, and was stabbed by the girl's inexplicable eyes, and said coldly, "What's the inconvenience!"

   He glanced at Qiao Zhao from top to bottom, contempt overflowing from the corners of his upturned mouth: "What's the use of telling you!"

Qiao Zhao has a clear and open temperament. In the usual way, she may joke and laugh at random to ease the awkward atmosphere, but her family has suffered a great disaster. No matter how open-minded she is, she has no intention of chatting at the moment. With a faint "oh" sound, he picked up the chess piece that Chi Can threw back, and then played the endgame with himself.

Chi Can was waiting for her to answer, but the little girl just waited for the "Oh" and the little girl entertained herself. At that moment, she was suffocated in her throat, unable to go up or down, with a handsome face It's all dark.

  "Oh" is definitely the most annoying reply, bar none! Chi Can gritted his teeth and thought.

Zhu Yan couldn't see it, so he pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly: "Xi Xi, I'm sorry, if I didn't want to see Mr. Qiao's paintings, the paintings wouldn't have been destroyed, and it wouldn't have caused you to run a thousand miles in vain— "

   was very forgiving to his friend Chi Can, waved his hand and said, "It's boring to say this now, I'll just think of another way."

   "My father still has a pair of Han's 'Five Bulls' in his hand—"

  Chi Can interrupted Zhu Yan's words: "My mother is not interested in those paintings of the previous dynasties, she only cares about Mr. Qiao's paintings."

  Qiao Zhao's eyes flashed.

   Princess Changrong rarely sees the paintings of her grandfather?

   She was very thoughtful, and soon thought of Chi Can who came to the house more than three years ago to ask her grandfather for advice on his painting skills.

  The world knows that grandfather was weak in his later years and had no energy to teach others. Could it be that this person is false to ask his grandfather for painting skills, and asking for his grandfather's painting is the real purpose?

   With his grandfather's fame and status in the literary world, Chi Canruo's direct request for paintings at that time was likely to be rejected outright. But this man pestered his grandfather in the name of asking for advice, and finally his grandfather sent him away with a painting.

  Qiao Zhao couldn't help but give Chi Can a deep look.

   That year, this person was only fifteen or sixteen years old. It really wasn’t easy.

   Thinking of those rumors again, Qiao Zhao was even more puzzled.

   Doesn't it mean that Chi Can and Princess Changrong have a stiff mother-son relationship? How could he put so much effort into the princess' rareness of a painting?

  Qiao Zhao unconsciously pondered, and saw Yang Houcheng pat his head and shouted: "I remembered, my father kept a painting of Mr. Qiao, which was given by the Queen Mother in the early years."

   Yang Houcheng was the son of Liuxinghou, and Liuxinghoufu was the natal family of Empress Dowager Yang. After all, Yang Houcheng should be called the queen mother and aunt.

  Chi Can squinted Yang Houcheng and said with a half-smile, "You just remembered?"

Yang Houcheng scratched his head: "I don't want to ask Mr. Qiao to copy a picture, so I don't need to hit my father's idea. It was a gift from the Queen Mother, and it was Mr. Qiao's painting. My father treasured it, if I knew it was stolen by me. Go, don't break my leg—"

   "But Mr. Qiao is not good at painting." Qiao Zhao finally couldn't help but interject, causing the eyes of the three to immediately swept over.

   "How do you know?" Chi Can asked impatiently, noticing her interrupting.

   The girl's eyes widened slightly, and her tone was very serious: "I admire Mr. Qiao, I have been copying his paintings, and I also pay attention to Mr. Qiao's deeds. There is not a single bit of Mr. Qiao's deeds that are good at painting."

The voice of    fell, and the three of them couldn't help looking at each other.

   seems to be the case, Mr. Qiao has been an official in the capital for many years, and no paintings have been circulated. They only thought that Mr. Qiao was the son of Mr. Qiao, so he must be good at painting, but he was obsessed by the authorities.

   "Can I see the destroyed painting?" Qiao Zhao asked.

   Chi Can glanced at Zhu Yan.

   That painting was asked for by his mother three years ago, and his friend took it out when he wanted to see it. If the painting is destroyed, it will naturally lose its value.

   Zhu Yan gave a wry smile and turned back to the cabin. After a while, he turned back with a long box in his hand.

   He saw that he was someone who cherished the painting. After opening the box, he took out the painting with a white handkerchief, and carefully unfolded it in front of Qiao Zhao.

   A pond of clear water and sunset glow spreads half of the surface, the small bridge stands and is accompanied by the reflection, and seven or eight ducks are alive, as if they can swim out of the painting with a wave of their wings, but it is a pity that a cloud of ink stains the painting.

  Qiao Zhao's eyes deepened.

   Sure enough, it was the painting that my grandfather gave to Chi Can.

  My grandfather became famous for drawing ducks in the early years, because drawing ducks is childlike, and this is what she learned at the beginning and drew the best.

  Qiao Zhao had a bottom line in his heart and said, "I can paint this."

   Well, I'm going to eat dirt in the next few months, and I beg for the recommendation tickets in everyone's hands.

   (end of this chapter)