"I also want to have a portrait of myself drawn and submit it to the authorities together."
"Alright, I'll have the swift cavalry deliver these things directly to the generals. I know all the generals who fought this battle; we've been on the battlefield together," General Guan said heartily.
He then instructed someone, "Go and invite the painters from the camp."
With pen, ink, paper, and inkstone presented, Qiao Lian'er wrote down her physical characteristics and copied the array formations she had submitted last time. This was not only to check the content but also to check the handwriting, because the ones she had given to Fang Hong that time were also written by her own hand.
Qiao Lian'er's requirements for the portrait were that it must be extremely detailed, with meticulous attention to detail, not impressionistic, and must be a colored painting.
Ancient times also had colored paintings, but the colors appeared dull and generalized, without much precise distinction. She bought a large box of colored pencils from her spatial storage.
The artist tested these colored pencils on the paper, becoming increasingly amazed with each test: "Miss Qiao, where did you buy these?"
He never dreamed he would have such colored pencils; they seemed like something out of this world.
Holding it in your hands feels like holding a precious treasure.
"It comes from the Western Yan Kingdom. It's rare and I can't buy it. How about this, if I'm satisfied with the portrait you made, I'll give you this box of colored pencils."
The artist was so excited that he could hardly speak: "Thank you, Miss Qiao, thank you, Miss Qiao. Once I'm familiar with these colors, I'll paint for you."
After all, he was an experienced artist who had tested all the colored pencils on paper and already knew what to expect.
Let Qiao Lian'er stand in a place with excellent lighting, where sunlight shines on her face, making even her eyelashes clearly visible. Her pupils are light brown, much lighter than normal, and exceptionally bright and beautiful.
The artist spent half an hour painting her eyes.
This is a large-scale color illustration, life-size, incredibly realistic, as if it's about to step out of the paper.
To make it easier to compare, the painter was asked to paint an extra copy, which was left with General Guan. With the experience of the first painting, the second one was completed in only a quarter of the time and was indistinguishable from the first.
Qiao Lian'er was very satisfied.
If this artist lived in modern society, he could attract a large following and create a social media advantage simply by creating art.
The artist was a little nervous and flustered, afraid that if he didn't draw something well, he wouldn't get the box of colored pencils.
Qiao Lian'er generously gave him the colored pencils.
The artist, holding the paintbrush, was flattered and overwhelmed, his mind blank, seemingly unable to think.
He pinched his thigh hard; it was real, he wasn't dreaming.
Forgetting that General Guan and Qiao Lian'er were still here, the forty-year-old man, holding his colored pencils, skipped and hopped out the door.
Qiao Lian'er chuckled to herself, "That's how artists behave when they're completely absorbed in their art."
By the time these tasks were completed, it was already noon.
After having dinner with the Guan family and playing with Guan Xue and Guan Song for a while, Qiao Lian'er went back.
Aunt Fu carried a basket and distributed things from house to house, her expression gentle.
"These are chestnuts that my wife just roasted. They're still hot. My wife doesn't do much housework, so please forgive her if they're not to her liking."
Qiao Lian'er was also there, smiling sweetly: "I'm also learning how to make these dishes. Once I've learned enough, I'll let everyone try them."
"My skills are not as good as those of my uncles and aunts. Everyone should give me more guidance."
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