Turning his head to look at the scroll on the table, Qin Yu asked while pulling up his pants.
"Painting landscapes? Your skills are quite good..."
Qin Yu, who had received education in later generations, didn't actually know much about ink painting, an ancient painting technique.
I just felt there was a certain artistic conception, but it's obviously impossible to talk about it as eloquently as an expert.
However, in my previous life, I did date a top student from an art academy.
That cute girl with a bob haircut and big black-rimmed glasses is actually a secretly passionate person at heart.
The two of them discussed the mysteries of the body the most, and the other person even taught him how to use the fewest strokes to outline the most alluring human curves.
Such skill is truly admirable.
Even though the two eventually separated, Qin Yu kept the other's paintings under his bed, which were full of figure sketches.
Upon thinking of sketching, Qin Yu paused for a moment, then, as if remembering something, he chuckled and instructed the maid.
"Go and fetch me a charcoal pencil."
Charcoal pencil? Everyone was taken aback, especially Zhao Yan, who looked on with great curiosity.
When did this tyrant learn to paint? How could that be? This guy has no other skills besides playing with women. But when she thought that Qin Yu's attention had shifted elsewhere and he was no longer eyeing her covetously, Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
Fine, fine, let him do whatever he wants. As long as he doesn't do anything to me, that's better than anything else.
"Come, come, my beloved concubine, I will paint a portrait of you. Find a more comfortable position to sit in."
As he spoke, he began to fiddle with Zhao Yan. Finally, the maids brought the charcoal pencil from the imperial kitchen. Qin Yu studied it carefully, rubbed it on the floor, and felt that it was about the same thickness as the pencil in his previous life. Then he rolled it up with paper and began to draw with it.
The familiar feel of the paper immediately came to mind, allowing Qin Yu to gradually become more adept at it. A vivid image appeared on the paper, and the palace maids standing behind Qin Yu couldn't help but let out soft gasps.
But seeing Zhao Yan sitting there with a stiff posture, and realizing that her own drawing wasn't very good, Qin Yu couldn't help but click her tongue.
"No, this position is too stiff."
Qin Yu shook his head and spoke.
"Let's try a different pose. I can't draw this one."
As he spoke, Qin Yu personally stepped forward and manipulated Zhao Yan's body.
She struck an extremely embarrassing pose, making all the palace maids blush.
This posture looks so strange.
Consort Zhao Yan lay on the spring bench, her fragrant shoulders half-exposed, and her snow-white breasts were also partially revealed due to the explicit movements.
The graceful curves of her figure were clearly revealed under the outline of the silk, making one's blood boil just by looking at her.
With a flash of inspiration, Qin Yu immediately got the hang of it and quickly straightened the drawing paper to begin sketching.
This was truly a difficult situation for Zhao Yan. Being in such an embarrassing position, aside from the physical discomfort, the psychological shame she felt was almost suffocating.
Finally, the day came to an end. Qin Yu put down her paintbrush and looked at her work with a satisfied smile.
"My beloved concubine, come and take a look. It's been so long since I've tried this, I'm quite rusty."
Zhen got up and came behind Qin Yu. Zhao Yan immediately covered her mouth, her face full of surprise.
Wow, how incredibly lifelike! The woman in the painting looks nine-tenths like me!
If it weren't for the fact that His Majesty's writing style still showed some unfamiliarity, he would have doubted whether the so-called tyrant in front of him was really that bad.
As Zhao Yan carefully admired the sketch in front of her, her eyes grew brighter and brighter. However, when she saw the patch of white skin on her chest, she was suddenly stunned, and then a blush appeared on her face.
This... this is indecent. Where is it that big? Does this pervert think he's a little small?
Looking at the large, round object in the picture, which resembled a white flour sack, Zhao Yan blushed. Although she cursed Qin Yu inwardly as a lecherous glutton, she still admired him for creating such a stunning painting with just a charcoal pencil.
Unlike Zhao Lan, who wields military power and is aloof and ruthless, Zhao Yan, as her younger sister, has a special fondness for elegant pursuits such as music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Zhao Yan had to admit that Qin Yu's painting skills were so high that even some of the court painters probably couldn't reach that level.
Moreover, this brand-new painting technique was fatally attractive to Zhao Yan, making her think about what kind of skill it was all the time.
Seeing Zhao Yan's anxious and hesitant expression, Qin Yu smiled slightly and then spoke.
"How is my self-created painting technique? Do you like the reclining beauty painting you painted, my beloved concubine?"
Zhao Yan blushed after being teased by Qin Yu, but when she heard that this was a technique created by Qin Yu himself, she became extremely curious.
"Want to learn? This kind of technique is something only I, the emperor, know."
Zhao Yan, who was now very interested, didn't think too much about it. Seeing that Qin Yu was willing to teach, she nodded quickly.
Standing behind Zhao Yan, Qin Yu gently cradled the small girl in his arms, holding her soft, boneless hand and slowly grasping the charcoal pencil.
"Here, the first step is learning how to use a charcoal pencil. You must remember that..."
As Qin Yu continued his description, Zhao Yan initially listened attentively, but the more she listened, the more she felt something was amiss.
For some reason, I felt a strange sensation coming from my penis.
Unconsciously, I reached back to touch what was going on, but grabbed something incredibly hard.
Having already experienced the pleasures of love, Zhao Yan had no idea what this was. Her face immediately turned bright red, and she was incredibly shy.
Furthermore, with Qin Yu's face so close to hers, his warm breath washing over her, she felt as if she were a small boat on the waves, bobbing up and down, an irresistible sensation.
Reason told her she should break free and leave, but for some reason her body was reluctant to move. Being held in Qin Yu's arms like this, she inexplicably felt a lot of security.
Moreover, this tyrannical ruler was no longer as eager as before to pounce on her on the bed and do things he shouldn't.
Today, contrary to his usual behavior, he patiently taught her to draw. Gradually, she forgot about the strange feeling in her body and became engrossed in Qin Yu's teaching. She began to study seriously and found the sketching techniques created by this tyrant to be incredibly exquisite.
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