Dressed as the Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife of the Regent Chapter 289: Why does he still have that urge?

Chapter 289 Why does he still have that urge?

Thinking about it, she said nervously: "What's wrong? Why can't I see it? I think this painting is very good and very realistic..."

When Gu Linchao heard this, he was relieved to see that she really didn't understand what it was.

She probably didn't see anything just now. Her attention was only attracted by the painter's painting skills, and she didn't pay attention to the other things.

He comforted himself so much that he reached out and took the painting away from her hand, rolled it up, threw it back into the box, and then explained: "This painting is not good, I will paint one for you another day."

"Seriously?" Wen Yanyang said in surprise.

"Really." Gu Linchao noticed the girl's thick curled eyelashes blinking in his palms, and he immediately felt a little itchy, as if something had scratched his heart.

He couldn't help but look at her bright red lips. His mouth immediately felt dry, his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, and a thin layer of sweat suddenly broke out on his smooth forehead.

Obviously his Sanguxiang has been cured, why does he still have that urge?

He frowned and his eyes darkened.

Wen Hengyang didn't notice anything strange about him, so he took his hand and said, "If you are free now, Your Majesty, can you draw a picture for me now?"

If Gu Linchao's hand-painted paintings were sold, they would definitely be very popular. When the time comes, she might be able to hold an auction.

Thinking about it, she seemed to have seen the shining gold waving to her.

Gu Linchao actually had no time. He had been behind on government affairs for two days and the files had piled up. But when he saw the girl's eager eyes, he couldn't refuse.

"Okay." After a moment, he nodded.

"Then I'll grind the ink for you." Wen Shengyang was overjoyed and said hurriedly and diligently.

"Yes." Gu Linchao responded, took out the rice paper with one hand, spread it on the table, pressed the corners with a paperweight, and then picked a thinner wolf hair from the pen holder.

Seeing this, Wen Shengyang suddenly pulled his sleeve, "But the prince's injury has not healed yet, so let's forget it. After the prince's injury is healed, you can paint for me again."

Gu Linchao paused for a moment, looked down at her, and said warmly: "It doesn't matter, I can paint with one hand."

As he spoke, he took the pen, dipped it in the inkstone, and then held the pen, concentrating.

Seeing this, Wen Shengyang didn't try to persuade him any more. Instead, he stood aside with an ink stick and polished the ink, but he couldn't help but look at him secretly.

Knowing that painting should be done quietly, she didn't dare to make a sound.

The world-famous painting by Gu Linchao will be released soon, and she is excited and excited.

Given Gu Linchao's influence in Daye, if his calligraphy and paintings are published, many people will flock to them and pursue them. ~IndoMTL.com~ And she was the one who could immediately own this extraordinary painting.

The more Wen Shengyang thought about it, the more excited she became, and the eyes she looked at Gu Linchao became softer.

After polishing the ink, Wen Yanyang didn't want to disturb him by staying in the study, so he quietly left.

When she came back from eating snacks, Gu Linchao had already finished the painting.

She was about to walk over to take a look while holding the snacks, when she saw Gu Linchao suddenly rolled up the painting on the table.

She was stunned for a moment and asked: "What's wrong? What did the prince draw?"

Gu Linchaojun's face felt a little hot and he did not dare to look into her eyes. "This painting is damaged. I will paint you a new one."

Wen Yanyang was a little surprised. He always felt that there was something different in his expression, as if it was not just a broken painting.

Could it be that his painting skills were actually average, but he boasted so much in front of himself that he was already riding a tiger?

(End of this chapter)