There were too many happy things today, and there was also the interruption of the incident just now. Qiao Yu forgot the two fierce eunuchs who came last. He followed Jing Yan into the house happily. He saw that he took out many square boxes from the bookshelf and opened them. He found that there were aged pigments.

Qiao Yu's eyes suddenly lit up. He was a child of a noble family and should have learned the Six Arts of a gentleman since he was a child, but the grandmother of the Qiao family felt sorry for the only one who was a beloved person in this generation. He couldn't bear to go to the clan alone to learn it, and finally hired a teacher at home to teach him. Unfortunately, Qiao Yu is naturally playful and has no ambitions. He knows nothing about the Six Arts of a gentleman. After studying for so many years, he can only show off his skills, which is painting. Perhaps he is not very good at skills, but he has a rare talent in color and landscape experience.

Jing Yan waved to him and explained: "The pigments have always been able to be stored. I don't know which generation has left them. There is also a new hidden pen in that place. Unfortunately, most of them are old and not very useful. I have barely picked a few for you. Unfortunately, there is no paper in Taiqing Palace. Even if someone brings them in, they will not be left now."

Qiao Yu's joy in his heart became empty. He tiptoed, dipped a little cinnabar in cherishing the ground, and slowly spread it evenly on the back of his hand. It seemed that he was just inadvertent, but gradually fainted a blooming bud.

Jing Yan looked at him pursing his lips, looking serious and cute, and raised his tone, and couldn't help but chuckled, "Are you anxious again? If you can't let you draw, will I take these things out and deliberately attract your greed?"

Qiao Yu always believed in the words of the prince. In his eyes, Jing Yan was omnipotent, and even when he arrived here, it was no different, so he immediately stretched his head and leaned towards Jing Yan.

Jing Yan pressed his little head, afraid that he would overturn the crumbling bookshelf for a while, "There is no paper, there are many waste bricks. Craftsmen can paint on bricks and stones, so we Xiaoyu can do it too."

In fact, Qiao Yu was not very confident. He didn't even paint on paper, let alone on bricks and stones? But he didn't want to show his timidity in front of Jing Yan, and let him down, so he gritted his teeth and drove the ducks on the shelves with great confidence. "Of course, the gentleman said I'm good at drawing."

His appearance of guilt and confidence is particularly funny, Jing Yan is usually reserved and not surprised when encountering things. The palace servants who have been serving him for many years cannot see his expression, or they can only see the emotions he is willing to let others see. But it is very different in front of Qiao Yu. At this time, he covered most of his face with wide sleeves and saw the smile in his eyes.

Qiao Yu was so angry that she was red from her cheeks to her earlobes. She tried her best to pull Jing Yan's sleeve and pulled him out, "Your Highness laughed at me again! Where is the brick? I want to prove it to your Highness now!"

As Jing Yan was so willful that he was not up and down, he was afraid that Qiao Yu would be angry and not look at the road while squeezing his sleeves. When he fell, he was crying. So he held his waist from behind and protected Qiao Yu, who was so angry that he was furious, to the backyard.

The backyard is piled with bricks and stone tiles accumulated from the collapse of Taiqing Palace over the years, and there are some old rotten woods. You can vaguely see the complex patterns carved, but they are all the past.

More than 200 years ago, when the Taiqing Palace was first built, it was not used as a cold palace forbidden garden. Every grass and wood in the palace had a fixed number, and even bricks and stones were particularly attentive. Most of the imperial cities of the Great Zhou Dynasty used two types of bricks and stones. One was the red bricks burned. According to the rules of the palace, the color was extremely bright. The piled palace walls were connected into one piece, as bright as clouds. The other was the blue bricks polished from stones, which were pure and simple.

Qiao Yuren was young and had no strength. Jing Yan left him aside, picked a few complete bricks and stones by himself, stacked them with one hand, and moved them to the study.

He followed Jing Yan, wanted to get close to him, but was afraid that it would get in the way. He was like a little bee that couldn't find the way, and asked buzzingly: "Are you very tired? Don't look at me as young as I am, I have a lot of strength, otherwise I will come and move one too!"

Just such a small person, he is out of breath when he carries a food box every day, but he does not blush at all when he tells lies.

Jing Yan did not expose his lies, and he smiled and rejected his kindness. He stepped into the study in just a few steps, placed the bricks and stones on the desk, and put out all the paints.

Qiao Yu selected a red brick with a complete appearance, roughly measuring the size. The thick long eyelashes fell a shadow under his eyes. He was always very serious when drawing. After thinking for a while, Qiao Yu raised his eyes and selected a long-edged wolf hair, rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, making sure it would not hinder his movements. He dipped a little bit of stone-blue on the tip of the pen, and outlined the lines that had been drawn in his mind bit by bit on the red brick.

His expression was very serious, his brows frowned slightly, his lips were pursed, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of being frightened by the ink that had not yet dried. Qiao Yu is a spoiled and willful child. Most of the time, he is too lively, jumping around and can't stop, and he rarely has such quiet time.

The sky outside was not good and the room was too dark. Jing Yan moved and lit two candles around the desk. Qiao Yu was reflected in the dim lights. From Jing Yan's perspective, he could see half of his side face.

Qiao Yu's facial features are all very soft curves, with white skin and red lips, long hair hanging down on her shoulders, black temples and half-closed eyebrows and eyes. It seems that water is faintly hidden inside, and the whole person is immersed in the light. His side face looks like these three pure colors, but it does not appear light, but is hazy and quiet, extremely moving.

He drew for a while, and the lines that seemed to be inexplicable gradually blended, and two figures, one big and one small, were displayed.

They were the backs of two walking in the corridor. The big one was wearing a black trouser dress, with its sleeves flying in front, and the small one was staggering a few steps and landing behind. A fat hand stretched out a small hand to pull the wide sleeve of the person in front, and a paper cage in the other hand, with a bright light shining inside.

This was the scene when Jing Yan and Qiao Yu first met three years ago. At that time, Jing Yan caught fireflies by the small pond in the back garden for the first time in his life. In order to coax Qiao Yu to stop crying pitifully, his homework was not completed, and he woke up from his dream and wanted to go back to the study. Qiao Yu had not had enough fun, so he chased Jing Yan with his short legs and called the fairy brother not to run away. However, he made a lot of jokes among the palace servants.

Jing Yan was stunned and lowered his head and stroked the blank space on the painting. The bricks and stones were not easy to color, and the time was too short. Qiao Yu only used a brush to outline the lines of the clothes and the figure of the figure, and then used soft hair to dye the hem of the clothes, which made her look romantic and clever.

However, Qiao Yu painted herself not like this. Because there was no maroon pigment here, the cinnabar color was too close to the brick and stone background color, and the slightest smear could not show the color. Qiao Yu simply applied her clothes with cinnabar, and the whole back was red and festive.

Qiao Yu was actually a little guilty. He chose a way to make a fuss because he was not good at drawing faces and expressions. He didn't know if he could fool him.

On the other hand, he always remembered the first time he met the prince in the past, and also remembered Jing Yan.

Jing Yan smiled and said nothing for a moment. Suddenly, he pointed Qiao Yu's nose, "Three years ago, you didn't wear anything really festive and cute, like a Fuwa boy sitting down with a god. Why, can you make up and make random changes by drawing yourself?"

Qiao Yu was stunned and said "ah" in a daze.
Chapter completed!