Chapter 512 Foolish Man (35)


Chapter 512 Foolish Man (35)

Mr. Wang left, Zhao Chao lay down on the soft floor and was lazy. Jiang Tang walked around Yayuan. There was a lake behind the yard. Because it was winter, it got dark very early, and Jiang Tang couldn't see clearly. What's on the other side of the lake?

In the evening, the palace maid brought dinner, six dishes and one soup. After eating, the palace maid came in at the right time to clean up, then took the plate and left.

Next to the bedroom is a small study room separated by a screen. Once there is a large table, there are all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table. There is also a small stool for stepping on it. Behind the drawing table is a whole wall of books. Jiang Tang casually I pulled out a copy, which is the only copy by the former painter Zhang Yiju.

Zhao Chao hugged his and Jiang Tang's pajamas and stood outside urging them.

"Jiang Tang, go take a shower!"

The excitement in his tone was self-evident.

After taking almost an hour to take a bath, Jiang Tang could finally rest. She was lying on her stomach in a large shape, lazily looking at the picture album brought from the study, while Zhao Chao was practicing his brushwork in the study.

In the next two days, Mr. Wang didn't come to see them. Jiang Tang felt that he was visiting the palace for three days with Zhao Chao.

Two days ago, Wang Defu, who had changed into a dark blue chamberlain uniform, stood outside the door holding his Fuchen.

"Your Majesty asked me to take Painter Zhao around the palace. Painter Zhao, bring your usual painting tools and follow this old slave."

Zhao Chao frowned.

"Am I the only one?"

"There are many forbidden areas in the palace, and outsiders are not allowed to approach them, so I am the only one, Painter Zhao, to go with me."

Zhao Chao didn't want to go, so Jiang Tang whispered in his ear: "Go, I will follow you." He was not allowed to follow, and he did not say that he was not allowed to follow secretly.

The palace is a place that eats people without spitting out their bones. Jiang Tang can't trust a little fool to go there alone.

Zhao Chao carried his painting bag and followed Wang Defu Chao as he walked deep into the palace. Along the winding road, he passed many small gardens and could see splendid palace buildings in the distance.

"Your Majesty has called you here, firstly, to draw a long map of the palace, and secondly, to draw the palace banquet. This is a major event in the palace once a year. Painter Zhao must carefully measure every court and courtyard in the palace. I have to describe the performances organized by the palace on the New Year’s Day, but is it still clear?”

Zhao Chao nodded and glanced quietly to the side. Jiang Tang's figure turned around quickly and hid in the bushes like a nimble cat.

"Ahead is the Qianqing Hall, where the Empress lives. If you see the princess or the Empress later, be sure not to look up. Remember?"

Zhao Chao nodded. The prince and his father-in-law had told him a lot of things to pay attention to along the way. Zhao Chao silently remembered it in his heart.

The Qianqing Palace is a building with an exotic style. Even in winter, there are large evergreen banana trees planted in front of the palace. The palace is domed and arched. Snow falls on the raised eaves, and water drips from the palace. .

"Okay, let's start from Qianqing Hall."

Zhao Chao nodded, set up a simple drawing table, took out paper and ink and began to outline the outline of the Qianqing Palace. Now he only sketched briefly, and he would slowly carve out the details when he went back.

The prince looked over and saw that Zhao Chao had drawn the most distinctive outline of the Qianqing Palace in two or three strokes. The strokes were clean and tidy, and the strokes were steady and fast. He secretly praised him in his heart. He was worthy of being a painter recommended by the prince. He was able to draw such a figure at such a young age. Such an achievement.

After about half a stick of incense, Zhao Chao put down the pen in his hand and spread the entire painting to dry.

(End of chapter)

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