The Tyrant's Beloved Empress

Chapter 27

Holding the picture scroll back to the main room, An Changqing wandered around trying to find a suitable place to hang the picture scroll. +++Cartino novel website www.mtlnovel.com Xiao Zhige followed him, frowned unwillingly: "This picture is not good. Next time the picture is good, hang it again."

"I think this one is pretty good." An Changqing didn't take it seriously, holding the picture scroll and making gestures on the wall, saying: "Moreover, you can hang it here if you paint in the future."

As he spoke, he called the next person in and let the painting hang up.

"It's a pity that I don't know how to do it." An Changqing looked up at the people adjusting their positions, and said: "Otherwise, I will draw a portrait for the prince. Wouldn't it be nice to hang the two paintings next to each other? Or find a painter, It’s not bad to draw a picture for both of us."

There was a bright smile on his face as he spoke. Xiao Zhige stared at him, and when he heard what he said, his eyes flashed slightly.

When the next person hung up the painting, An Changqing looked unsatisfied, so she moved her to the right again. When he finally adjusted it, he was satisfied, and asked An Fu to bring tea over and enjoy a cup of tea with Xiao Zhige.

"Has the prince learned Danqing before?" An Changqing asked curiously, looking at the man who was accustomed to (sexual xing) silence.

In fact, speaking of it, he didn't seem to know Xiao Zhige well for the two lifetimes added up. Just like in his previous life, he had never seen Xiao Zhige holding a paintbrush. This man is always cold (killing sha). The cocooned hand seems to be born with a knife and a gun, and it definitely doesn't seem to hold a paintbrush.

"I learned it when I was young." Xiao Zhige lowered his eyes and said lightly.

Although not favored, Xiao Zhige still attended class with other princes when he was young. The Taizu of Daye was the proud son of heaven. He was a well-known Mingjun with both civil and military skills. As the descendants of Taizu, the princes naturally did not dare to fall into the prestige of Taizu. In addition to the necessary four books and five classics to be familiar with, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting and martial arts can not be left behind.

He was ignorant when he was young, only knowing that his father didn't like him and his mother concubine, but he didn't know why. Later, seeing that his eldest brother was praised by the emperor for his studies, he also tried to learn, hoping that the emperor would also praise him and go see him and his mother concubine. It's just that he doesn't seem to have any talent for these elegant things, and he can't get a compliment even after a lot of effort.

After the death of his mother and concubine, he became more sensible. No longer do these unnecessary things, and only focus on martial arts and delve into the art of war.

Of course, he didn't intend to tell An Changqing to let An Changqing listen to these old things. He only faintly said "The prince must learn" and then vaguely took it over.

An Changqing was really happy to hear it, and asked, "What else does the prince have?"

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy are good, but they are not refined."

Unexpectedly, looking at the Northern Warlord, who looked like a rude general, would do these elegant things, An Changqing felt more and more that he knew too little about him. But the more I know now, the more I feel that this person is like a ugly stone hidden in jade. The surface looks rough and ordinary, but you only need to peel off a bit of stone clothing, and you will find that there is a transparent and precious jade hidden inside.