Princess Agent: The Sweet Country Girl’s Way to Glory

Once he had this idea in his mind, Qi Chengfeng felt his scalp numb. Looking at these red tents, thinking of what Su Wanwan said, the word "marriage in the dark" came into his heart!

Qi Chengfeng stared at this bed blankly, shivering unconsciously.

Jin Yao walked over, looked at the bed, and said, "My husband, what's wrong with this bed? I accidentally went to the father-in-law before and saw the same bed in his room."

"I don't think this bed is different, but the silk fabric on this bed seems to be a little dirty." Qi Chengfeng said, seeing Jin Yao's face eased a little, and the doubt in his heart became louder again and became stronger.

Suddenly, the voice of the servant rang outside the door, "Young Master, Young Lady, Master summoned."

"What do you do?" Qi Chengfeng asked.

"The master invited a lady to come over to paint the young master and the young lady." The man said.

"Really?" Qi Chengfeng sat on the bed and said, "I don't draw anymore. I have a headache today. I'll wait a few days."

"This..." The people looked at each other, looked at Qi Chengfeng, then looked at Jin Yao, Jin Yao said: "Msang, father-in-law invites someone to come over and paint for us is also a good thing, why should we go over? You said a headache, Then why don't we call the master over to paint us?"

This is a good thing, but when I think of the portrait Jin Yao took out of the bed, the black lines, the white rice paper, and the tough lines are so stiff...the image of a dead person.

Qi Chengfeng said, "I'm tired, so I don't paint."

After talking about leaving, Jin Yao stopped her, and Jin Yao pouted slightly, saying, "Msang Gong... let's go! We don't have a picture in one place."

The girl's voice was soft and boneless, Qi Chengfeng's face was a little more moved, and said: "Okay."

The two went to change their clothes, and then sat in the courtyard. From time to time, a man came with a drawing box, put pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it, and covered it with huge rice paper.

Qi Chengfeng noticed that the ink placed there actually had different pigments, which happened to match the clothes on both of them.

The master said: "Young master, young lady, don’t want to be offended. I am a scholar who learned from abroad. I also learned this painting from the West. I studied the paint with great concentration. Although it is different from the paintings of our country, Yan With Shen Yun, it is also lifelike, and the two of you should not be surprised."

Western painting? With paint, it seemed to be flesh and bones, much better than the portrait of Jin Yao he saw today.

Qi Chengfeng said: "No problem, just draw."

The master smiled and picked up the pen, but he used black ink to draw the outline of Qi Chengfeng and Jin Yao holding hands, then put down the painting and quietly picked up another piece of white rice paper. When it was placed, the outline of Qi Chengfeng's clothes was outlined, and the middle clothes and trousers were outlined, including Qi Chengfeng's hairband, and then the paper was taken away by the servants.

Qi Chengfeng saw it, stood up, thinking about chasing it, and said: "How is the drawing? Bring me to see."

The man looked at Qi Chengfeng, took a step forward, but was stopped by the master, and said, "Master, please continue to sit. Don't delay, I'm almost done."

"Really? Why is there paper to be thrown away?" Qi Chengfeng walked over in spite of obstruction, picked up the paper, looked at the pattern-like trousers painted on it, very confused, said: "what is this?"

"This..." The master coughed, walked over, pointed at the things lit by different paints in the pattern of profuse clothes and pants, and said: "Look, I'll use paints on it first. Draw the charm of the two of you, and then embellish it with marker paint. You two do not have to maintain this state, and the body can be relieved earlier."

Having said that, but only marking the paint, why do I need to paint so well? As if the clothes were cut along the lines to produce a real clothes, Qi Chengfeng frowned, always feeling very strange in his heart.

Jin Yao came over and said with a smile: "My husband, this master is really interested. The portrait I painted before was actually painted for three hours! It made me stand sore in my waist and back, and this master is very clever. It's almost over in less than an hour! You go and stand, we can go to rest in a while."

Qi Chengfeng responded, and sat down with him, and the master said again: "The two, please come closer."

Qi Chengfeng had no choice but to get close to Jin Yao. However, the master seemed not afraid enough, and said, "Master, please put your head on the lady's hair."

This painting is so intimate, if it is finished, it can't be taken out and hung, it can only become a thing in the room.

Qi Chengfeng followed the Master's instructions and placed his thin chin on Jin Yao's hair. The red lips were entangled with a strand of hair, and he only felt itchy, even his heart.

Thinking about it again, Qi Chengfeng felt that this scene was very familiar, as if it had happened somewhere. Suddenly, his head hurts, and the girl's shy face appeared in his mind again.

The girl has red lips and white teeth, her eyes are as bright as stars, her eyes are like a crescent moon when she laughs, that's...Su Wanwan!

Why does she appear in his dream? Qi Chengfeng was taken aback. Looking at the master, he saw the painter put the paper away and walked away, and Jin Yao hadn't been by her long ago. Jin Yao went to take a look at the painting and was very satisfied Said: "This painting is really lifelike."

After that, he held Qi Chengfeng's hand and said with a smile: "Msang Gong, let's frame this painting and hang it in the room, how about it?"

"Okay." Qi Chengfeng said, absent-mindedly, looking at Jin Yao's face, he found that the picture was gradually blurred. After a moment, it became clear, but what he saw was Su Wanwan's face!

What is going on with him! Qi Chengfeng frowned, unable to figure out the reason.

Let’s also say that the painter took Qi Chengfeng’s portrait to Master Jin’s yard and said, "Master Jin, please have a look."

"This painting is good." Master Jin nodded, walked a few laps with the portrait in his hand, and watched, "Tsk Tsk" complimented again, and said: "Yes! I didn't expect Liu Zhuzi, a paper-cutting man, to be like this. High painting skills."

"This is natural." The person called Liu Zhuzi was very proud, and said: "If my father hadn't insisted on me inheriting the skills of the paper man, I would have been a famous painter at this time!"

This is really not humble at all! However, it is well deserved! Master Jin was very satisfied and said: "You go and cut out those things, I will get them tomorrow! Things will go well by then, and your benefits will be indispensable!"

"Yes." Liu Zhuzi nodded and left. From time to time, he cut out the paper, and used bamboo sticks to make a human figure, and then painted with paint. From time to time, a "Qi Chengfeng" appeared.

Liu Zhuzi sent the things to Master Jin. Master Jin was very satisfied and said: "Order to go down, get ready for the marriage ceremony!"