The two of them then noticed that Mo Qing's face had turned red, like a monkey's red butt. He was so burned that he was almost confused.
"Pei Zian, let me tell you, I brought that ginseng back with great difficulty. If you take it, you must return me two thousand-year-old ginsengs."
"Okay, I don't want yours anymore, just go to bed."
Mo Qing felt relieved, his head drooping on the quilt, "That's good, but it's a pity about those two thousand-year-old ginsengs."
Chen Li: “…”
Pei Yu's mouth twitched, "It seems nothing serious, I'll leave first."
If he waits a little longer, and he can't help but start arguing again, then his illness will be made worse!
Pulling Chen Li out of Mo Qing's yard, the two soon returned to the study. While Pei Yu was busy, Chen Li ran to the kitchen and made an ancient charcoal pencil.
Since you said you want to draw a picture for A Yu, you have to take action, not just talk about it.
Pei Yu looked up at Chen Li who was not far away. The girl had been sitting at the table with her back to him, and he didn't know what she was doing.
He has been there since he came back from going out just now. It seems that he is writing.
Putting aside what he was doing, Pei Yu stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Chen Li covered up what she was drawing and turned around, "Are you done?"
"No," Pei Yu walked over and half bent over to look at her. "I saw you were so fascinated, I wanted to come and see what you were doing. Can't I watch?"
He naturally put all the aesthetic movements he had just made back in place, so this problem arose.
Shen Li shook her head, "I can see it, but not now. I haven't finished it yet."
So mysterious!
It also made him feel expectant, "Okay, I won't watch it, then you continue to be busy."
Chen Li watched him walk away before turning around to continue painting, and would look back at him from time to time. Although he had already memorized his appearance, there were still some details that she had to look at twice more so that she could draw it more like the real thing.
Pei Yu roughly guessed what she was doing, and when he was happy, he handled his official business much faster.
Done. I put down the charcoal pencil in my hand, looked at Pei Yu on the rice paper, nodded, and the drawing was still very similar.
Looking at his dirty hands, he stood up and went to wash his hands. Seeing Pei Yu sitting upright and handling official business, he smiled slightly.
A Yu has been paying attention to his movements, and Chen Li has naturally been paying attention to him all the time.
She wiped the remaining water stains on her hands, picked up the rice paper and hid it behind her, then walked towards him.
Before he even sat down at the table, Pei Yu had already put down the brush in his hand and looked at him gently, "Alright?"
"Well," he walked up to him, "Ayu, close your eyes first and count to three in your mind before opening them."
Although the gift is not that precious, the form is still necessary.
Pei Yu closed his eyes, counted to three in his heart, and then opened his eyes. In front of him appeared a piece of rice paper with a familiar face painted on it.
The entire painting, including the rice paper, is made of only two colors, black and white, but the painting is lifelike and clearer than the paintings of famous artists.
"Ali, this is..."
Chen Li put the painting on the table, "This is called a sketch. How is it? Is it clear?"
"Hmm, very clear. What kind of painting method is this? I've never seen it before."
Chen Li shrugged her shoulders, looking indifferent, "I don't know either, I just learned it from others, as for the details, I don't know."
Pei Yu nodded and didn't ask her who she learned it from.
"This painting method is amazing. It can actually depict people's expressions so vividly."
Seeing him, who was always calm and composed, become excited, an idea came to her mind, but she decided to put it off until later, after all, he was very busy now.
"Do you like it?"
"I like it. I'll have it framed and hung in the study someday, and I'll bring it back with me when I return to Beijing."
As for why it is placed in the study instead of the bedroom, there must be a reason.
It's rare for Ali to draw a picture for herself, and it's so good, so naturally she wants to let others see it, otherwise how would they know that Ali has such superb painting skills!
You can bring it with you when you go to see Mo Xiaohua later. Let him be the first person to appreciate it!
Mo Qing: Thank you!
"I'm glad you like it. I'll go draw a few more for you."
Pei Yu pulled Chen Li, "Ali, wait a minute, I'll go change my clothes."
He blinked and said, "Okay, go ahead."
Pei Yu went back to his room excitedly to change his clothes. Chen Li was in the study, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. It was just a sketch. Was there any need to be so happy?
For Pei Yu, this is not a simple painting, but a manifestation of Chen Li's love for him.
Pei Yu returned to the room and opened the wardrobe. The clothes inside were all black, and a few black lines appeared on his forehead.
After rummaging through all the boxes and drawers, I finally found a few pieces of clothes that had been hidden in the bottom of the closet, some in blue, some in white, and some in red.
This was made for him by Tianqing. He disliked the colorful ones and never wore them. Now, it finally comes in handy.
He excitedly changed into a red brocade robe. The simple red robe made him look even more imposing.
Someone who was so happy didn't realize that the painting Chen Li drew was in black and white, so it didn't matter if he didn't change his clothes.
When you saw this scene, you were stunned for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal. It’s okay, as long as A Yu is happy.
Next, the two of them were in the study, one changed clothes and posed, while the other was responsible for watching and drawing.
Pei Yu couldn't strike any pose, and was stiff for a while at first, but Chen Li asked him to continue with his official duties and do what he had to do, and only then did he relax.
When it got dark, Chen Li drew a total of five sketches, all of which were taken away by Pei Yu.
"Ali, I'm going to go see how Mo Xiaohua is doing first, and then come back for dinner."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Seeing him taking those paintings out, Chen Li didn't think much about it, thinking that he was going to put them back in the room. She never expected that he would actually take them to show off to Mo Qing.
"How is he?"
"Your Highness, Dr. Mo's fever has just subsided, but he may have a fever again at night. He is suffering from an evil wind invading him, and coupled with the venison he ate, the heat and cold collided, which is why his condition is so serious."
Pei Yu looked at Mo Xiaohua, who was already delirious from the fever, and felt sympathy for her for a while. But then he thought it was quite a coincidence.
If he had not encountered ginseng, he might not have taken off his cloak, and the evil wind would not have entered his body; if he had not encountered the deer, the disease would not have been so serious.
Mo Qing opened his eyes in a daze and was startled because Pei Yu was wearing plain white clothes and standing in front of his bed with an expressionless face.
I couldn't help but ask, "Pei Zian, are you going to bury me like this?"
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