Chapter 7 Painting
When Ling Qingyan woke up, she found herself on the bed in a dark room. Next to the tea table sat a man with a leisurely posture.
"Grandmaster, thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you, I would have been beheaded by now. You are such a good person."
Ling Qingyan's face was filled with gratitude.
He looked like he knew nothing.
"I killed the fifth prince." Mu Xianzhi sipped his tea slowly, but his eyes did not miss any expression on Ling Qingyan's face.
"Grandmaster, please stop joking. I don't believe it. In my heart, you will always be the righteous Grandmaster. How could you possibly have killed the Fifth Prince?"
"Princess Tangning, don't play dumb. I know you're very smart."
Seeing that he had made his words so clear, Ling Qingyan stopped pretending to be crazy.
"Teacher, I swear, I will keep your secret and won't tell anyone a word." Ling Qingyan stretched out three fingers. There were bursts of thunder outside, and she swore to the sky.
"Oaths are useless except for deceiving some simple fools. Instead of swearing to the sky, you might as well think of a reason for me not to kill you." Mu Xianzhi looked at her without any concealment.
This distance is much closer than the distance between the two of them in the Hongwenguan during the day.
Princess Tangning is very beautiful and has a very deceptive face. She must be very good at lying and coaxing people.
She has great skin, a slim figure, and a soft, sweet voice...
Mu Xianzhi's eyes were too naked, and Ling Qingyan felt a little uncomfortable.
"Master, why are you looking at me like that..." Ling Qingyan pursed her thin lips.
"You kept staring at me like this when I was in class, didn't you? I was just staring back. Why are you shy?"
There was no hint of teasing in Mu Xianzhi's words, they were very serious, which made Ling Qingyan even more embarrassed.
"I'm not..." Ling Qingyan wanted to argue, but when she thought about how she had admired it for a long time during the day, she shut her mouth obediently.
"Have you thought of a reason that will prevent me from killing you?" Mu Xianzhi asked.
"I am your student." Ling Qingyan said confidently, "Once a teacher, always a father. Master Mu would not kill his own student, would he?"
"The Fifth Prince has taken my class before." Mu Xianzhi raised his eyelids, "Besides, it seems that His Highness didn't listen to my class carefully, did he?"
"Then I'll listen to your lessons carefully from now on, okay?"
"Not enough." Mu Xianzhi raised his eyes, "After all, if you caught me, I would lose my head, and you are a princess of the royal family. What if I let you go and then sell me out?"
Mu Xianzhi took out a jar of medicine and a dagger from his sleeve and placed them on the table.
"come over."
Mu Xianzhi's order was unquestionable.
Ling Qingyan walked over obediently.
"Pick one."
"Master, do you really want a young girl like me to die on this damp, rainy night?"
"Our teacher-student relationship has just begun."
"I will definitely cherish attending your classes in the future."
"I don't want to die."
Tears welled up in Ling Qingyan's eyes, and she pouted, looking pitiful.
"If you don't want to die, choose medicine. If you choose medicine, you don't have to die now." Mu Xianzi's words were chilling.
"I don't have to die now, but what about later?" Ling Qingyan said unwillingly.
"It depends on my mood." Mu Xianzhi's cold fingertips touched the corner of her eyes, causing Ling Qingyan to tremble.
He was quite gentle as he wiped away Ling Qingyan's frightened tears: "But if you don't choose the medicine——"
"Your Highness will not survive this night."
Mu Xianzhi smiled apologetically, but his eyes were full of amusement.
Having said that, Ling Qingyan decisively poured out the medicine in the bottle, picked up the unused cup on the table very familiarly, poured herself a cup of tea, and swallowed the medicine.
Mu Xianzhi's smile deepened.
"Your Highness must ask me for medicine every seven days. If you don't take it within half a month, the Ministry of Rites will have to spend money to prepare a coffin."
"Yeah." Ling Qingyan's voice was muffled.
When your life is in the hands of others, you will inevitably feel sad and aggrieved.
"Master Mu, can I leave now?" Ling Qingyan asked in a muffled voice.
"Since you are here, let's help the Master."
Ling Qingyan didn't sleep all night.
He served as a model for Mu Xianyi's painting for one night.
Mu Xianzi's spirit is really not something she can compare to.
I painted all night, and became more and more excited the more I painted.
"Aren't you tired, Master Mu?"
"Not tired."
"As a teacher, Taifu, you don't let your students sleep. Doesn't your conscience really condemn you?"
"Won't."
"But I'm tired."
"You can lie down."
"I'm sleepy."
"You go to sleep."
"How can I sleep with you here?"
After making sure that Mu Xianzhi would not kill her, Ling Qingyan gradually made herself less afraid of him.
"That's your problem."
Mu Xianzhi continued to paint his work.
Ling Qingyan's posture changed from sitting, to lying, to tossing and turning.
I stayed up all night with him.
In the early morning light, Mu Xianzhi finally completed his work.
Ling Qingyan's expression was filled with resentment, and she couldn't help but retort, "After painting all night, Master, you really have the leisure and elegance to do so."
"If you want to learn, I can teach you." Mu Xianzi was quite generous.
"That's not necessary." Ling Qingyan glanced at the table, "But I want to appreciate the Master's paintings."
After all, this was her first time experiencing something like this, so she wanted to see the finished product.
"Okay." Mu Xianzhi opened one of the paintings in the box and slowly unfolded it.
A picture of a beautiful woman lying drunkenly comes into view.
The girl in the painting has a beautiful and bright face, and her beautiful eyes seem to be about to cry, as if she is a little scared, but a closer look reveals a cunning look in the girl's expression. She is lying on the soft bed, with a delicate nose, cherry lips, and long black hair like a waterfall, as if she is looking through the painting at the person in front of her.
Mu Xianzhi's painting is indeed very good, vivid and lifelike, even the patterns on her clothes are very clear.
"Master Mu's paintings are worthy of the reputation of being hard to come by." Ling Qingyan admired from the bottom of her heart.
He really has the ability.
"Which one is it?"
"It's you too, but the painting has some flaws. It won't be too late to appreciate it later if there's a chance to improve it."
Ling Qingyan thought it was a painting he had discarded, so she didn't ask any more questions.
It was almost dawn when she was sent out.
Mu Xian was the only one left in the dark room.
He took out another painting from the box and unfolded it.
The woman in the painting is gorgeous and charming, with her delicate body lying on the ground.
The woman's hands were tied to the head of the bed with red satin.
His eyes were filled with fear.
It was exactly the same expression she had when she pushed open the door and saw him committing the crime.
Further down, there was not a single piece of cloth on the woman's body.
The neck is slender and long, like a well-protected white swan.
The shoulders are as if carved, the waist is as if slender, the curves are fully revealed, and the towering peaks are round and full, tempting to pick them.
Like a rabbit that has strayed into a hunter's dangerous territory, it is at the mercy of the hunter.
The painting that Mu Xianzhi showed Ling Qingyan was completed in one hour, but his student kept muttering and chattering, so he became interested in playing with it.
He simply followed his own imagination and took a peek at the scenery under the girl's clothes based on his guesses.
Actually, he is a pretty good person.
At least out of fear of scaring his student, he did not ask her to fully cooperate with his painting.
He also praised his painting skills.
Mu Xianzhi looked at the two paintings in front of him and chuckled.
Whether the painting skills are good or not.
We'll have to see the actual thing later to make a judgment.
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