Thinking about it, she said nervously, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Why can't I look? I think this painting is very well done, very realistic..."
Gu Linchao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and saw that she really didn't understand what it was.
She probably didn't see anything; her attention was only drawn to the artist's skill, and she didn't notice anything else.
He comforted himself with this thought, reached out and snatched the painting from her hand, rolled it up, threw it back into the box, and then explained, "This painting isn't good. I'll paint one for you another day."
"Really?" Wen Nongnong asked in surprise.
"Really." Gu Linchao noticed the girl's long, thick eyelashes fluttering in his palm, and he immediately felt a ticklish sensation, as if something was scratching his heart.
His gaze couldn't help but fall on her rosy lips, and he immediately felt his mouth go dry. His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and a thin layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his smooth forehead.
Even though his bone-dispersing incense had dissipated, why did he still have that impulse?
His brows furrowed, and his phoenix eyes darkened.
Wen Nongnong didn't notice his strangeness and pulled his hand down, saying, "If Your Highness has time now, could you paint one for me right now?"
If Gu Linchao's hand-painted work were put up for sale, it would definitely be in high demand. Perhaps she could even organize an auction.
As she imagined it, she could almost see glittering gold beckoning to her.
Gu Linchao was actually busy; he had already missed two days of official duties, and the case files were piling up. But when he met the girl's eager and expectant eyes, he couldn't refuse her.
"Okay." After a moment, he nodded.
"Then I'll grind the ink for you," Wen Nongnong said eagerly, overjoyed.
"Hmm." Gu Linchao responded, took out a sheet of Xuan paper with one hand, spread it on the table, pressed down the corners with a paperweight, and then picked out a finer wolf hair brush from the brush holder.
Seeing this, Wen Nongnong suddenly grabbed his sleeve, "But Your Highness's injuries have not yet healed, so let's forget it. Let's wait until Your Highness's injuries are healed before you draw for me."
Gu Linchao paused, looked down at her, and said gently, "It's alright, I can paint with one hand too."
As he spoke, he picked up a brush, dipped it in the inkstone, and then held the brush, concentrating intently without moving.
Seeing this, Wen Nongnong did not try to persuade him anymore. Instead, she took the ink stick and stood aside to grind ink, but her eyes couldn't help but secretly observe him.
Knowing that painting requires quiet, she didn't dare make a sound.
The masterpiece by Gu Linchao is about to be completed, and she is filled with joy and excitement.
Given Gu Linchao's influence in Daye, if his calligraphy and paintings were to be made public, they would surely attract many people to flock to them and seek them out.
And she was the one who would soon possess this masterpiece of painting.
Wen Nongnong became more and more excited as she thought about it, and her gaze towards Gu Linchao softened even more.
Having ground the ink, Wen Nongnong, not wanting to disturb him while staying in the study, quietly slipped out.
When she returned from having some snacks, Gu Linchao had already finished drawing.
She was about to go over and look at the pastries when she saw Gu Linchao suddenly roll up the painting on the table.
She paused, then asked, "What's wrong? What did the prince draw?"
Gu Linchao's handsome face flushed slightly, and he dared not look into her eyes. "This painting is ruined. I'll paint another one for you."
Wen Nongnong was somewhat surprised, feeling that his expression was strange, as if it was more than just a bad drawing.
Could it be that his painting skills are actually quite average, but he boasted so much in front of me that he's now in a difficult situation?
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