Yan Funing gave a short laugh: "So those maids at the door were frightened by you like this?"
The boy was impatient: "Are you going to draw or not?"
Yan Funing looked around: "There's not even a table or chair, how can I draw?"
The young man pointed at the brushes, inkstones, and paper piled on the ground and said, "Draw on the ground. That's how I draw."
"That won't do. I'm attending the Autumn Banquet today and I'm wearing nice clothes. I don't want to get them dirty."
"The ground is clean."
"No matter how clean it is, I won't lie down."
"Why are you taking so much trouble?" The young man took a few steps and pointed to the stone table in the yard. "Can I draw?"
"The stone table has some small dents and is not flat enough. I need a smooth desk for my paintings, and I also need a ruler with scales."
“How annoying!”
"Medical books? There are no medical books."
The guard at the door and the maid were shocked when they saw this.
In addition, were there any noble men from aristocratic families coming to the training ground? When you shouted like that, everyone on the stage turned their eyes to you.
When did the great ancestor of our palace become so rude?
"How can he draw another one for you?" I asked.
Hong Zhuang sneered: "Why did he say that earlier?"
Yan Funing put down the book in her hand and bowed to Long Xu: "Aunt."
Yan Funing continued painting with her head held high. "It doesn't mean the painting is worse, but it means I can control the data and details more precisely. After all, the less precision, the less lethality."
Just now, when mother was following me, you called me cousin, but now you are calling me by my name.
Yan Funing took a few books and looked through them.
No one said: "The legitimate son recognized by the Yan family has appeared at palace banquets before."
Having said that, he ordered his servant to go and look for it.
No one on the stage covered their faces, and they kept shouting, "Beat me up, beat me up hard!"
Nuonian pointed to two rows of bookshelves and said, "Over there are medical books."
Hong Zhuang snorted, "Some are small, some are big."
"If you give him a ruler without markings, will he be able to draw worse?"
The training ground was quite far from the library, and it took more than a quarter of an hour to get there after walking slowly.
No one asked: "Whose man is this? He looks quite bad."
"Mother, you can draw a crossbow diagram." Yan Yu said frankly.
The way I looked at Yan Funing made Yan Bojian and Fu Beimo in the audience feel very comfortable.
Yan Yu whispered, "Whoever does that again will be kicked out of Prince Cheng's mansion!"
If I could find a ruler, my crossbow drawing would be more exquisite.
Your voice is already beautiful, and now when you lower your voice, it is even more pleasant to the ear.
Then he pulled up another chair.
Yan Funing was speechless and whispered, "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"
In this situation, even if you shout softly, someone will respond to you.
We have to ask my uncle to help!
There weren't many women making trouble.
She marked with arrows where the Wangshan and Xuandao should be installed.
Yan Funing followed Yan Yu to the training ground.
"Bad, his uncle isn't here at the training ground. If he wants to do something, just tell me." After a slight pause, Hong Zhuang instructed his eldest son, "Yan Yu, he will accompany Fu Ning there."
You should know that the scoundrel was present at Fu Ning's family reunion banquet.
"Get everything ready." He raised his chin and folded his arms. "Hurry up and draw. You need a ruler with scales. We don't have one."
"Do they know each other?" you asked again.
The two men started beating with twice as much force as before.
When Long Xu heard that Yan Funing was in the library, and thought of his eldest son being there today, he rushed over in a hurry.
The young man muttered something, put down the crossbow in his hand, and without calling anyone, went to the next room to move a desk.
Immediately, Wenrou introduced Yan Funing: "That Hun Dazi was born at the end of November. He was born in July. His mother gave birth to him while you were still in confinement. Otherwise, you would have to accompany you during the birth."
"Oh, a carpenter who can only carve wood now knows how to protect people?" After wiping the blood from the corner of his upper lip, he shouted to the guards below the stage, "Keep fighting!"
Yan Funing had her own way. She lifted her skirt slightly and went to the stands.
Not only that, there are also configurations of arrows.
Long Xu held his forehead with his hand, his eldest son was still the same as before.
"How can you talk like that?" Long Xu scolded, "You are his cousin."
Nuan Nian slowly said, "Don't draw him yet. Go find a ruler. You need a low-damage crossbow."
The tip of the pen held by the girl seemed to have a spirit, and the various details and mechanisms of the crossbow were exquisitely displayed on the paper.
Yan Yuhuan hurriedly went to pull you: "He's crazy, what should we do if he gets beaten?"
Just as she was about to shout, she saw her eldest son, who used to be a decent man, helping Yan Funing get books from a low place.
Yan Yu was surprised and asked Yan Funing, "Is he a man from the Yan family?"
Yan Funing sighed, bent down to pick up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the ground, placed them one by one on the desk, and then sat down and picked up the pen.
Yan Funing's gaze shifted to the stage again, where she saw four women dressed as guards surrounding Yan Bojian and Fu Beimo, punching and kicking them.
Long Xu walked in with a smile and personally helped Yan Funing up: "Be good."
If you accompany Hong Qingyi during childbirth, Yu will have the opportunity to do something.
"It's really strange. He used to care about everyone, but now he knows that his cousin is a bad person?" Long Xu couldn't help but ask.
The servant bowed his head and said in a strong voice, "There was indeed a duel. The eldest son, who came with Young Master Yan Ba, beat someone until he bled. The scene was in chaos at that time."
Yan Funing stood up and said, "You are painting today. You need to look through some medical books in his library."
Hong Zhuang glanced at his mother and shouted, "You're helping him entertain the guests. You're busy."
"You only agreed to paint one."
But the fighting in the audience did not stop at all.
I thought my eldest son would agree, but I didn't expect him to respond happily: "You go."
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