Chen Zhouheng was dissatisfied when he heard this. He shook his face and looked at them, "After all, you are the children of saints, have you never learned painting?"

"I am not a child of a saint." Qiao Dayong immediately said, excluding himself, "I am just a minor official."

Zhou Sinian clenched his fists and coughed twice, "I'm not good at this."

Mo Yanxing, who was embarrassed, smiled embarrassedly and said, "I don't know."

"Well, you come and draw, it doesn't matter if you don't look like it." Shenzhou looked at her with her eyes as bright as a clear spring and said gently.

This face is so fast that it is really different.

Chen Zhou turned his head horizontally and looked at Zhou Sinian, "Zhou Zhuan!"

"Oh!" Zhou Sinian immediately stood up and said, "Please, madam!"

Qi Yaoyao got up and walked over, "The rice paper is too soft, can you bring me kraft paper?" She sat down and said, "The brush is not good either. I can't use it, so I can get more eyebrow pencils."

"What is an eyebrow pencil?" Qiao Dayong asked at her in confusion.

"My daughter's house, the eyebrow pencil for eyebrow drawing." Qi Yaoyao stroked her index finger and said.

"Ah!" Several big men looked at Qi Yaoyao in shock.

Mo Yanxing looked at Qi Yaoyao in unison, what was this requirement? Why did it sound more unreliable?

Chen Zhouheng knew that his family was Yaoyao, so he had just picked up the brush for a while, so he would definitely not be used to it.

Qi Yaoyao wants to draw portraits of characters, and even more want professional sketching pencils, but there is no one now!

Just make do with the eyebrow pencil! At least it is hard.

"Go and look for it!" Chen Zhouheng directly ordered the officer.

The officer responded hurriedly, "Yes!" and hesitated, "It's just this eyebrow pencil..." bowed.

"Go and buy it." Chen Zhouheng said directly.

"Yes!" The officer retreated.

The kraft paper sunken boat was sent by the servants and spread it on the Eight Immortals table.

Qi Yaoyao took the newly bought eyebrow pencil and tried it on kraft paper, which was just right.

I closed my eyes and recalled for a while, then opened my eyes, calmed my mind and carefully drew the drunkard.

As the tip of the pen was outlined, Chen Zhouheng's eyes became wider and wider, and finally he could put an egg in his mouth.

Mo Yanxing and the others were very curious, especially looking at Chen Zhouheng's face, it was so itchy. What did this paint make their hearts twitch.

Lord Shen didn't let them see it, and they didn't dare to step forward! After all, he was the county magistrate's wife.

Chen didn't care so much, so he got up and walked to the Eight Immortals table, "It looks really like it, what we saw on that day was such a man."

Now Mo Yanxing and the others were even more curious, and they looked at the crossroads of Shenzhou in a hurry, "Mr. Shen."

Chen Zhou closed his mouth and looked at Qi Yaoyao who was writing, saying, "Have you finished drawing?"

"I've finished painting, I'm only thinking about this." Qi Yaoyao took the eyebrow pencil and took a step back and sat on the official hat chair.

Chen Zhouheng held the two horns of kraft paper in both hands and showed them, "Do you know this person?"

"Oh my goodness, it's like a real person standing in front of him." Qiao Dayong stared at the portrait in front of him with his big eyes like a copper bell.

Mo Yanxing and Zhou Sinian were also unable to hide the shock in their eyes, "If you want to find someone with a portrait, you will never find a mistake."

Chen Zhouheng looked at them helplessly and said, "I'll ask you do you know this person?"
Chapter completed!