"What's going on?"

Looking at the room full of paintings, especially those that depicted the liberation of one's true nature, even Zhao Cheng, a seasoned and knowledgeable man, felt a little dizzy.

This feeling reminded Zhao Cheng of the first time he entered a public bathhouse when he was a child, where all he could see was a sea of ​​white.

If the artist's skill level were average, it wouldn't be so bad, but Chen Feier's painting skills are superb. She not only captured the posture of the figures, but also their expressions and eyes, making them look like real people at first glance.

Chen Feier thought for a moment, then walked to the door of the inner room and said, "Mother, why don't you go out and get some sun?"

Zhao Cheng reminded him, "It's evening now."

"Oh..." Chen Feier said again, "Mother, why don't you go out and admire the moon?"

Madam Chen came out, glanced at Zhao Cheng without saying hello, and then walked out without looking to either side.

Zhao Cheng could sense that Madam Chen was even awkward breathing when she was in the outer room.

That's right, the whole room is filled with paintings like these, all painted by my own daughter...

Mrs. Chen couldn't stand it.

Zhao Cheng suggested, "How about I arrange for your mother to go to the Yasu Manor and find her something to do?"

"Let's not talk about that for now." Chen Feier walked straight to a painting in the corner and said, "I think there's something wrong with this painting."

Zhao Cheng liked Chen Feier's serious and focused attitude towards work, so he stopped mentioning Madam Chen and looked at the painting intently.

The painting depicts a man and a woman; the man is lying on his back, and the woman is...

“I’ve finished drawing all 72 Northern Style movements, and I have no questions about them. But the 36 Southern Style movements are quite strange. There are some movements I don’t quite understand, but I can still grit my teeth and keep drawing them. But with this one, I really don’t know how to finish.” Qian Qianren

Zhao Cheng thought the drawing was quite good and he could understand it, so he asked, "What do you think is wrong?"

Looking at the painting, Chen Feier said seriously, "How can the woman in this painting spin? It's so fake!"

Zhao Cheng choked for a moment.

So that's what you were thinking about! How stubborn!

Zhao Cheng patiently said, "Actually, it's possible. You think it's not possible because you haven't tried..."

Chen Feier looked around, walked to a long table, cleared away the clutter on it, and looked at Zhao Cheng, saying, "Boss, come here, let's try to solve this problem right here."

"Stop it..."

"Boss, I'm not making a scene. I'm talking to you about work, and I'm very serious about it!"

Chen Feier frowned and said, "If I can't even convince myself, what I draw will have no soul!"

Zhao Cheng pointed to the painting and said, "Actually, you don't need to be so serious when painting this kind of thing..."

"Then you'd better find someone else, boss. My mother and I are going back to the Ministry of Justice!"

"No, no, no..." Zhao Cheng waved his hand. He knew Chen Feier's temper; she valued the painting more than her own life. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the long table and lay down on his back.

"Come on, just like in the painting, come over here quickly."

Work is sacred, and Chen Feier showed no embarrassment at this ambiguous action, sitting confidently on Zhao Cheng's lap and asking, "And then?"

Zhao Cheng grabbed Chen Feier's waist with both hands and said, "Slowly bend down and keep your body horizontal."

After Chen Feier adjusted her posture, Zhao Cheng used his strength to rotate her waist, and Chen Feier immediately spun around on Zhao Cheng's body.

"See, isn't this working?"

"wrong."

Chen Feier glanced back at the painting and said, "The people in the painting are not wearing clothes."

"Stop messing around, girl!" Zhao Cheng sat up and said, "It's just a demonstration, no need to take it so seriously!"

Chen Feier pressed down on Zhao Cheng's chest and pushed him back onto the table, saying, "I may be inexperienced, but I've already finished drawing all seventy-two Northern School styles. Do you really think I don't know anything? Wearing clothes and not wearing clothes are two completely different things!"

"I just want to know, can you spin around without clothes on?"

Zhao Cheng fell silent.

This girl wants real guns and bullets!

He still remembered the first time he saw Chen Feier; she looked sickly and resembled Lin Daiyu.

But now, for the sake of art and painting... is she still Lin Daiyu?

She's absolutely insane!

"Boss, don't worry about hurting me, and don't worry about anything else. I've said that I will only serve you in my life, so whether you like it or not, I am yours."

Chen Feier began to undress: "Boss, please believe me. After experiencing it firsthand, I will definitely be able to create even better works."

"This is the first job I've done for my boss, and I'm determined to do my best!"

Zhao Cheng quickly took off his clothes and said, "Why are you doing this?"

Chen Feier said, "Yang Cai'e is writing a book right across the street. She's writing very well now, and Cao Bichang's reputation is growing. She can make money for the boss, and so can I! I don't want to lose to her!"

Zhao Cheng understood; so there was this connection involved.

When Zhao Cheng rejected Chen Feier, he said that Chen Feier was not as pretty as Yang Cai'e. Although Chen Feier did not show it at the time, she must have been deeply hurt.

This is to make up for it in other ways!

Zhao Cheng felt this wasn't a bad thing; competition among subordinates was necessary for work to be more efficient.

With employees so enthusiastic, what reason does Zhao Cheng, as the boss, have to dampen their enthusiasm?

It's all for work!

A gentle night breeze caressed the small mulberry tree in the courtyard of the study.

The silkworm gnawed a small hole in the mulberry leaf and crawled inside, arching its body.

A stray cat leaped down from the eaves, looked up and meowed once, then vanished without a trace into the darkness.

Chen Feier lay down next to Zhao Cheng, drenched in sweat, and said, "So it really works!"

Zhao Cheng closed his eyes and said, "This kind of thing isn't made up; it's the crystallization of human wisdom."

"It's just too strenuous."

"Can we continue drawing now?"

"Sure!" Chen Feier's eyes lit up. "As long as it's real, I can draw it even more realistically than the real thing!"

“I believe that.” Zhao Cheng sat up and handed the clothes to Chen Feier.

"Wait a minute!" Chen Feier jumped off the table and ran over quickly, holding a bronze mirror in her hand.

Zhao Cheng asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do now?"

Chen Feier pushed Zhao Cheng down again, shoved the bronze mirror into his hand, and said, "I only noticed your expression just now, I couldn't see my own reflection."

Zhao Cheng felt a tightening in his waist and said, "What you mean is..."

"One more time!"

Chen Feier sat down without hesitation: "Hold up the mirror properly, I want to observe the woman's expression."