The Concubine's Rebirth: The Poisoned Wife Does Not Bow Down

Chapter 143
"Then what's the matter? You think this painting is good only because the colors are ingenious. Later, I will teach you how to mix these colors, and you will be able to draw such bright paintings." Nie Zhaoyang said generously.

Before the words fell, Duan Yuexin raised her eyes happily, "Really? Are you really willing to teach me how to make these paints?"

"Is there anything you don't want? It's just some rouge and gouache. You just need to choose the color with a little care, and then mix it with some moderate amount." Nie Zhaoyang said it easily. No one knew that in order to make it These paints cost Nie Zhaoyang a lot of effort.

In his previous life, Nie Zhaoyang was marginalized in Prince Rong's mansion, and the only thing he was good at was painting, so he often picked up the aunts and maids from various courts to use the leftover rouge and gouache boxes to fumble with the remaining amount. After blending, it took more than half a year for the experiment to be successful. The red is true red, green is emerald green, rich, moderately thin, and just the right color pigments. Now it is just used as an eye-catching.

"Then let's make an agreement. I will send you an invitation card as soon as I get home after school. You must come and teach me when the time comes. Now tell me what I need to prepare first, so that I can prepare it when I go back." Tell someone to prepare it in advance, and you can teach me as soon as you arrive." Nie Zhaoyang's words touched Duan Yuexin's heart, and the fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl suddenly looked excited, and stretched out her hand to hold Nie Zhaoyang's fingers and said warmly.

Duan Yuexin originally planned to ask Nie Zhaoyang for this colorful painting, and then slowly blended the paint according to the painting, but unexpectedly, Nie Zhaoyang was so straightforward, seeing that he liked to open his mouth, he said that he would give the ability to make the paint to himself, Duan Yuexin simply felt that it was a good thing that the pie fell from the sky.Marquis Changping, like King Rong, started his career by relying on the military achievements he made after joining the army. His two sons had already married, and only a young girl like Duan Yuexin was raised by him.Because she was born as a general, so she raised such a young girl with a sassy temperament, and she had nothing to do with those young ladies from the Jiao Didi family who thought highly of themselves.

Seeing Nie Zhaoyang at this moment, Duan Yuexin couldn't help but brighten up.Thinking of the other three ladies who also came from Prince Rong's Mansion, Nie Ziqiong is domineering and her eyes are above her head, Nie Yanran is self-proclaimed noble and self-admired, and Nie Yunluo is timid and cowardly, even when she speaks louder, she seems to be frightened, Duan Yuexin couldn't help it The more I felt that the eldest lady of the Rongwang Mansion in front of me was bright-tempered and not secretive, she really suited my appetite, so I wanted to make friends in my heart.

"It's rare to meet Miss Duan San who also likes to paint. I wish I could receive an invitation from the family." Nie Zhaoyang nodded with a smile.Although I originally planned to use painting to break into the circle of ladies from this family, but it is rare to meet a girl like Duan Yuexin who really loves painting and has a bright personality. Nie Zhaoyang is also willing to make friends with her from the bottom of his heart.

"What else is Miss Duan San? It's not like I don't have a name? You can just call me Duan San or Yuexin." Duan Yuexin frowned dissatisfied.

"In that case, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient, and Yuexin should call me Zhaoyang." After all, calling the other party's ranking is somewhat disrespectful, so Nie Zhaoyang chose to call Duan Yuexin by her boudoir name.

"Okay, okay, I'll call you Zhaoyang!" Duan Yuexin smiled and nodded.

First there was a painting to attract others, and after a few words, Duan Yuexin and Nie Zhaoyang gradually became intimate.

(End of this chapter)