Wu Qing was just trying to please Prince Ding.

She casually ended her speech, moved closer to the princes, and studied the things on the table with them with great interest.

Prince Ding's heart was filled with ripples because of Wu Qing. He wanted to speak but was hindered by the situation, so he had to swallow his words back and kept silent.

By the time he realized it, several people had already quietly discussed and come up with a general idea.

The eldest prince whispered tentatively, "How about we let Uncle Eighth do the painting?"

What he was referring to was, of course, the map.

The Second Prince obviously disagreed: "Wouldn't this be too conspicuous? Eighth Uncle is not a fool, how could he be easily fooled?"

He didn't think it was good advice.

The eldest prince tried hard to persuade him, "Then, how about we just let Uncle Eighth draw the topography of one or two mountains? For example, Yushan Mountain. Didn't Uncle Eighth go there with Commander Fang before?"

"Just draw this. Even if Father finds out, it won't be a problem."

He tried to find a compromise solution that would achieve his goal without being too exposed.

While the two were arguing, Wu Qing's mind drifted elsewhere.

"After saying so much, how good is your eighth uncle's painting skill?" she asked.

In the original book, Prince Ding’s talent is described in exaggerated terms.

But whenever the plot develops to a critical moment, Prince Ding always becomes the backdrop for the heroine to display her talents and slap everyone in the face.

This also caused Wu Qing to have a considerable prejudice against Prince Ding's true talent.

Upon hearing this, the Second Prince immediately straightened his chest and praised his Eighth Uncle's talent.

"Uncle Ba's painting skills are naturally first-rate."

The second prince raised his head and indicated the direction:

"Look at the third painting from the left to the right on the wall. That's what Uncle Eight painted before."

Wu Qing turned around and his gaze froze.

Then her mouth widened slightly.

——On a paper about one meter long and half a meter wide, a landscape scene with bright colors and smooth lines is condensed.

The mountains in the painting are tall and steep, undulating and seem to lead people's sight to the endless distance. The rivers meander in the painting, with a variety of scenes and magnificent magnificence.

Between the mountains and rivers, there are pavilions, thatched huts, water mills, long bridges and other buildings scattered in an orderly manner, which complement the mountains, rivers and lakes.

The author chose the traditional "green method" when painting, that is, using azurite and malachite as the main pigments to clearly separate the layers of landscape. The colors are delicate yet vivid when viewed, which is completely different from the two landscape paintings on the left and right that use only black ink.

Wu Qing paused and asked tremblingly: "When did he draw this?"

The second prince recalled: "It has been many years. I remember that this painting was there when I first came to the studio. Come to think of it... when Eighth Uncle finished this painting, he was not yet twenty."

Wu Qing's heart was churning: [Fuck, I'm going to worship the innate holy body of painting. ]

This picture is on the same level as the famous works she had seen in museums before.

...So Prince Ding is so powerful?

He is good-looking and talented, but he is a little bit bad at heart.

Wu Qinghe and the other two whispered in each other's ears: "What should we do? The painting is really good. I am a little reluctant to let him go. Can't you use your brains to find some flaws or weaknesses in him?"

Wu Qing certainly knew some little secrets of Prince Ding.

However, Prince Ding’s secret is different from Qin Lixue’s.

With the love letter in hand, Wu Qingneng can hold Qin Lixue's reputation and career in his hands.

And the secrets of Prince Ding...

As we all know, if you know something you shouldn’t know, you will be killed to silence it.

The eldest prince and the second prince shook their heads.

Uncle Eight has never been involved in government affairs, so he has few handles against him.

Even if there were any, they were just some rumors about him riding his horse on the streets and spending money recklessly. They were not enough to hold him accountable. The censor could only report him twice, but they were not enough to cause any trouble.

Wu Qing sighed, "Well, he's just taking over the course for a few days anyway. His painting skills are so superb, so we're not at a disadvantage."

"You should paint less and ask him for advice. Let him paint more landscapes."

The eldest prince nodded and said, "Okay, let's paint Yushan. This topic is easy to start and won't arouse suspicion."

The three of them talked in low voices, revealing a rare closeness between them.

It was the first time for Prince Ding to see the princes talking with a concubine so familiarly.

He did not disturb their whisper, but just gently stroked the paper on the table, feeling the delicate touch.

"How did the discussion go?"

Seeing that they had stopped talking, Prince Ding spoke finally, and at the same time he put the painting supplies in order one by one with a gentle smile on his face.

He smiled and said, "This is also the first time I teach someone. I wonder what you want to learn, Your Highness?"

The three of them hadn't figured out how to start the conversation.

The wooden table in the middle of the studio has the space of four desks, enough for four people to stand and paint.

The eldest prince and the second prince stood together, while Prince Ding and Wu Qing stood on the other side.

Prince Ding lowered his eyes and clenched the pen with his slender, strong fingers with distinct joints.

From Wu Qing's perspective, he could see his eyelashes trembling slightly due to his concentration.

The moment the pen tip touches the paper, black ink flows out.

"In the art of painting, the first thing to do is to focus on the 'form', and then the 'meaning'. If you want to learn, you should start with the form." His voice was gentle and magnetic.

“The outline is easiest.”

As he spoke, his brushstrokes flew across the paper, drawing the torso, limbs, tail, head... within a few seconds, he had fluently drawn a rabbit with both form and spirit on the white paper.

Its body is plump and powerful, its limbs are strong and its tail is fluffy.

He added eyes to the rabbit and said casually, "The key to depicting a living being is to capture its spirituality. Eyes, movements, and background can all become tools to give the painting spirituality."

Prince Ding held up his sleeve with one hand to prevent the snow-white sleeves from being stained by ink.

When Wu Qing shifted his gaze from his face to the painting, his casual painting had already been completed.

With just a few strokes, Prince Ding sketched a rabbit grabbing at leaves.

The leaves of the osmanthus tree made a circle in the air. The rabbit touched the ground with one foot, jumped up with its whole body, and twisted its body slightly to catch the flying leaves.

Prince Ding put the brush aside and said modestly, "My painting skills are still rudimentary. This is just a rough work. Please don't blame me, Your Highnesses."

He pursed his lips and smiled very restrainedly.

That smile was like the rising morning light. Although the owner tried to restrain himself, it still blinded everyone present.

Wu Qing and the other two were silent: "..."

If this is considered embarrassing.

Wu Qing laughed in his heart: [Actually, he is not wrong. Presenting it to the clowns is also a "show of ugliness". ]

[He is so good at pretending! How come he is better at pretending than me! ]

Prince Ding curved his eyebrows and said, "Your Highnesses can also give it a try."

The eldest prince and the second prince looked at the white paper in front of them and both began to back down.

Uncle Eight is very talented, which is both a good thing and a bad thing.

The eldest prince secretly wiped his sweat and said, "Uncle Eight, living things are too difficult for us. Why not draw some simple dead things?"

Prince Ding nodded to show his understanding.

"Yes, I wonder what you would like to draw?"

The second prince said casually, "How about drawing some swords or something?"

His dream of becoming a martial artist came back again.

Prince Ding raised his lips and said, "Of course. Speaking of this, do you know the Seven Sacred Swords?"

He picked up the pen again and poured ink onto it.

And Wu Qing narrowed his eyes.