Zhou Xuan didn't know that he had caused disharmony to Mrs. Qin's mother-daughter relationship. He was sleeping soundly. Zhou Xuan was awake and didn't want to sleep. When he fell asleep, he had to wake up naturally after he had enough sleep. This sleep started to sleep at around 3:00 p.m. and didn't get up to eat dinner. After he had enough sleep, he got up and took a look. A gauze lamp on the dressing table in front of the bed was dimly shining, and it was dark outside the window, but it was still midnight.

When I woke up, I didn't want to lie back, unless there was Miss Qin on the bed.

Just as he was YY, a voice suddenly came from behind the bed: "Son-in-law, you are awake."

Zhou Xuan was startled and immediately heard that it was Xiaoqian's voice.

Xiaoqian walked out from behind the bed with his sleepy eyes and said, "My aunt hasn't eaten dinner yet, Xiaoqian went to ask someone to warm up the meal for me."

There was a small bed behind the carved embroidery bed where Zhou Xuan slept. It was originally a sleeping place for Xiaoxiao. Tonight, Dr. Qin saw that Zhou Xuan had not come to have supper. He was afraid that he would get drunk, so he came to take his pulse. He knew that it was okay, so he asked Xiaoxiao to accompany him and wait for tea or something.

Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "Don't go. It's a surprise that everyone can't sleep well in the middle of the night. Just bring me some snacks to eat. You can ask for a big cup of cold boiled water. My son-in-law's life is very simple."

Xiao Qiu smiled, picked up a small lantern from the door, lit the candle inside, and carried it out. After a while, he came back with a lantern in his hand and a square bamboo basket in the other hand.

The basket contains cooked beef, layered cakes, glutinous rice cakes, and a large cup of water.

Zhou Xuan has always had a good appetite for eating and swallowed it voraciously. In just five minutes, the basket was empty.

Xiaoqian looked at his son-in-law with a smile and said, "Xiaoqian will bring some cakes for his son-in-law."

Zhou Xuan waved his hand and drank the water from the glass, saying, "No need, I'm already full, cumin, what time is it now, and when is it?"

Xiao Xuxiang said: "I just beat the fourth round of the drum, and there is still one hour before dawn. My son-in-law doesn't want to sleep anymore, right? Then let's tell Xiao Xuxiang stories about my son-in-law's past in Australia."

Zhou Xuan's scalp was slightly numb. He told a lie in front, and there were countless lies to be repeated in the back. This was not possible. Sooner or later, he revealed his flaws and said, "That's all sad things. I don't want to recall it anymore. Let's do this, Xiaoqian, I'll draw a picture of you, make sure it's beautiful, how about it?"

Xiaoqian's eyes shone brightly, pointed at Lin Chiling on the handbag at the head of the bed and said, "Is this a portrait?"

Zhou Xuan looked at Lin Chiling and said, "To draw so exquisitely and realistically, we need a special brush and pigment from Australia. Tang Dynasty certainly does not have it, but I can guarantee that the cumin is drawn very similarly and is very cute."

Xiao Xun's face turned red with excitement and said, "My son-in-law went to Master Xiaodi's small study to see it, there were pens and paints there."

The two of them came to the small study with lanterns. The fennel first lit the lamp in the study with fire, and then quickly found the brush, pigment and high-quality Jingxian paper.

Zhou Xuan asked Xiaoqian to find him a piece of charcoal and sharpen it as a carbon pencil. He fixed the Jingxian paper on a wooden board, and asked Xiaoqian to pose as he held the door and turned around. He was about to start sketching.

The three universities that Zhou Xuan read were Jingdezhen Ceramic Arts and Crafts College, Nanchang University's Chinese Department, and Shanghai Fashion Design College. He studied painting at the Ceramic Arts Academy, and learned to paint fine-brush ladies on clay tablets. He was expelled before graduation. Therefore, his painting skills were mediocre, he could only draw women, and he had to be beautiful women. However, he basically relied on self-study, copied many Western nude women's paintings, and had a considerable understanding of the body structure of women. Moreover, his beautiful legs girlfriend shyly used to be a nude model for him under his sweet words, which effectively promoted the formation of Zhou Xuan's beautiful and lewd style.

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Xiaoqian's neck twisted back so much. After twisting for a long time, his neck was so sore, but he still held on and didn't move. He held on for about a quarter of an hour and his neck no longer felt sore or numb.

After a while, with a "click", Zhou Xuan threw the only little charcoal head left on the ground, clapped his hands and said, "Haha, the job is done. Next is to draw clothes, render them and color them, you can rest in the cumin."

Xiaoqian's stiff body relaxed and turned around to walk over to see the portrait. It was broken and her neck couldn't twist. She turned her body to Zhou Xuan, but her head was facing outside the door.

"My neck twisted, and my head couldn't turn." Xiao Xun turned her back towards Zhou Xuan with a crying voice so that her face could only meet her face.

"Ah!" Zhou Xuan quickly put down the drawing board and went to see Xiaoqian's neck.

Someone suddenly spoke outside the door: "What are you doing?"

The person who spoke was Miss Qin, with fluffy hair, wearing a wide white tex collar nightgown, and wearing wooden clogs barefoot. Because she didn't wear a strapless breast at night, she grabbed the collar with one hand, for fear of spring leakage.

Xiaoqian said: "Miss save me, my son-in-law painted a portrait of Xiaoqian. I have been posing for a long time, and now my neck is not twisted."

Qin Que looked at the little girl's strange look of frowning and frowning, and couldn't help laughing. She walked over and grabbed Xiaoqian's left and right "Jianjing point" with both hands and gently rubbed it, and pressed the "Dazhui point" with her thumbs.

Xiaoqian's head slowly turned right and said happily: "Thank you, Miss."

Zhou Xuan also tilted his neck and said, "Miss Qin, Dr. Qin, my neck has also twisted, so you can treat me too."

Qin Que glanced at him and said softly: "Don't pretend to be sick if you are not sick - sometimes when you are in daily life, drink moderately and you will naturally be healthy."

This is accusing Zhou Xuan of drinking too much and not sleeping in the middle of the night, which has a bit of a doctor's smell.

Zhou Xuan was stammering his neck as if he was quarreling with someone: "I'm painting Xiaoqian, holding his hands flat for a long time, and now his shoulders are sore. Is it because of periarthritis of the shoulder, Dr. Qin?"

Qin Que couldn't help but feel a little funny, and he stopped paying attention to Zhou Xuan and said to Xiao Xun: "Don't mess around here, go back with me."

Xiaoqian said, "Okay lady, Xiaoqian first look at the portrait and leave." He walked over and picked up the painting board and looked at it. He screamed immediately, and his little face turned red in an instant.

Miss Qin felt it was strange and walked over to take a look.

Zhou Xuan then realized that something was wrong. He just used lines to outline the general shape of Xiaoqian looking back. Because he didn't plan to draw the Xiaoqian dress that Xiaoqian is wearing now, he was going to wear the fashionable summer clothes of thousands of years later, so he only painted the human body, not the dress. To put it bluntly, it was just a nude painting!

Miss Qin just glanced at it, her face turned red at first, then turned white. She looked at Zhou Xuan with extreme contempt and held Xiaoqian's hand and said, "Let's go."

It doesn't matter if you are hated by a beautiful woman. What you can't stand is this extremely contemptuous disdain. The seduced young girl who was underage in the middle of the night was too naughty, too vulgar, and too unsavory. Zhou Xuan must not let this dirty hat be worn on his head, and it won't work for a day.

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