Haoyue smiled sweetly, stretched out her arms and said, "Okay, now you can paint!"

The painter nodded again, picked up the brush placed aside, and was about to put the brush on the laid scroll. But the moment he put down the brush, he was stunned. He didn't know where to start, and he didn't know where to start.

After realizing what he was going to draw, he raised his head in confusion and asked, "Ah?"

Haoyue winked playfully, turned around and walked back into the forest, looked at the painter, smiled slightly, and shouted loudly: "Don't you want to paint me? I'll let you paint now, start painting."

When traveling in modern times, everyone has a habit of carrying a camera with them to capture all the beautiful moments. But in ancient times, there was no such thing as a camera. If you want to retain something, you can only rely on a powerful painter to capture it.

A writing brush and a scroll.

From the first moment Haoyue came in, she felt that the scenery here was very beautiful, so she naturally wanted to take pictures.

But where is the camera? There is no camera. Just when Haoyue was worried about this matter, she discovered the painter.

Naturally, she wanted the painter to help her draw this scene. Not to mention that the painter wanted to draw it, even if the painter had no intention of painting, she would force the painter to make a "human camera" for her even if she forced it.

After posing, Haoyue could only choose to tolerate the slow speed of the 'camera'. Fortunately, this painter's reputation is not just a boast. He does have real talent. In less than half an hour, a beautiful painting was completed.

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Looking at the beautiful woman in his painting, the painter was stunned for a moment. He still couldn't believe that there was such a beautiful person in this world. But just as he was immersed in the painting, saliva secreted profusely in his mouth, and it seemed that

Just as he was about to burst out of his mouth, the scroll in front of him was suddenly taken away.

He raised his head and glared at the person who was snatching the painting, and saw that the person was Haoyue. She was holding the painting in one hand and looking at it, and beating the other shoulder with the other hand, as if her shoulder was sore from maintaining the posture just now.

Swallowing back the anger that was raging, the painter carefully watched Haoyue's every move, waiting for the words of praise to come out of her mouth.

Living up to his expectations, after Haoyue saw the entire painting, he nodded seriously and said with a faint smile: "The painting is really good, the woman in this painting is really beautiful." It was obviously a compliment, which made the painter

He raised his head proudly.

"It just takes too long to paint a picture. That's all. Don't continue painting. I will keep this painting. One painting is enough. How much does it cost? I won't let you paint it in vain. You

Make a price and I'll give you the money." After saying that, Haoyue had already handed the painting to the waiter on the side, while he unwrapped the package and started to take out the money.

The painter's proud face suddenly turned purple, and he stared at the bright moon with wide eyes filled with anger.

"How much..., what's wrong?" Haoyue took out her purse. Before she got a response from the painter, she opened her mouth to ask again. However, when she raised her head, what she saw was written all over her face.

'I'm not happy, I'm angry.' The painter asked questions.

When the painter heard the question, he took a deep breath and tried to suppress his anger.

But he still couldn't help shouting: "How can you estimate my paintings like this? Every painting painted by my majestic Mao Yanshou is priceless. If you have to give a price, it must be worth thousands of gold. How can you be like this?
Chapter completed!