"Alas, I have been so sad that I have never been able to do anything. I am so sad that I am so wailing. My mother and brother are educating. I have kindness but not power... Three good things in my life. What is it? I have ambition but not fulfilled. I can't think of punishment. I feel guilty. I will never be so sad in the future. I will never be odorless. I will pick the mountains of my wife. I will spread the rocks and mountains forever. I will roar and roar forever. I will live my life."

In Zhou Heng's study, Chen Ao sang ancient poems word by word, and under him was a piece of Shu paper. Chen Ao took the pen and dipped it in ink, but was not in a hurry to write a book.

Wu Saner brought him pastries, while Chuner looked at Chen Ao, who was chanting poems with her eyes, while grinding them.

"I lived a comfortable life, and the red sleeves were fragrant. Haha, no wonder so many people in the future fantasize about talented men and beautiful women. It turns out that being a talent has so many benefits." Chen Ao felt very comfortable and enjoyed it.

"Brother Shen, what poem are you chanting?" Chun'er looked curious, and her eyes were always as big as a layer of mist.

Chen Ao smiled and said, "This is Ji Kang's poem of worries and anger. The seven sages of the bamboo forest are all figures who abandon classics and respect Laozi and Zhuangzi, and contempt etiquette and law and advocate unrestrainedness. If such people want to portray them, they must first understand their state of mind and finish them in one go."

Chun'er smiled and said, "Brother Shen really knows how to draw?"

Chen Aohu said with a face: "If I could not paint, there would be no one in the world who could paint."

Wu Saner muttered: "You can speak loudly. I have known you for so long, but I haven't seen you draw."

In fact, Wu Saner was also worried about him. Haikou had already praised him. If he couldn't make a painting, he would not stop according to Zhou Dashou's wishes. Chen Ao ignored him, but suddenly approached Chun'er, and his nose wings trembled slightly, and he actually went to smell Chun'er's body fragrance.

"It smells so good!"

"Hey...Brother Shen..." Chun'er murmured and couldn't speak, her little face turned red with embarrassment.

Chen Ao smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sketching."

"Sketching?" Chun'er felt Chen Ao lie.

"It is to understand the author's nature before painting, and understand his character and style. The person who made this painting is called Sun Wei, Sun Wei..." Chen Ao pursed his lips and said, "I'm a little unrestrained, especially beautiful women. Haha, I'm also trying to experience life and understand Sun Wei's preferences."

Wu Saner, who was standing beside him, couldn't help vomiting blood: "Brother Shen, why are you not blushing when you lie?"

Chen Ao waved his hand and said, "San'er, you go outside, I want to paint."

Wu Saner said: "What does painting have to do with me?"

Chen Ao threw his pen with a high profile: "Sun Wei doesn't like stinky men."

"Isn't Sun Wei himself a stinky man?" Wu Saner decided to fight to the end.

Chen Ao curled his lips: "The more stinky a man is, the more he hates the stinky a man. The same sex repels each other, and does the opposite sex understand, go out, go out..."

Wu Saner had no choice but to leave the study in grief and anger.

"You are lying to me." Wu San'er left, Chun'er stared at Chen Ao, and her lower lip was about to bite her.

Chen Aoyi crossed his hands with confidence: "What do I lie to you? Simple copying is full of flaws everywhere. But my copying is different. I treat myself as Sun Wei, replace the role, and use Sun Wei's thinking to understand the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, and then complete it in one go. This is the highest level of copying."

Chun'er couldn't resist the cheating and suddenly felt soft: "Okay, let you smell it again."

Chen Ao put his pen down and pressed him step by step: "No, it's not enough to just smell it, it's best to hug him. Sun Wei always wears a beautiful woman when painting. I have to experience his feelings with my heart."

Chen Ao shook his head in annoyance: "I can't bear to blaspheme a good girl like Chun'er. Alas, Sun Wei is so well-made, why is his character so bad? Forget it, I won't experience him anymore."

"But if you don't experience him, you can't copy good paintings, and you can't hand in the young master. It's really a headache."

Chun'er lowered her head, embarrassedly unable to speak, and took out a lot of courage and said, "If you can come to Brother Shen to work in this way, then Chun'er will let you hug you."

Chen Ao said angrily: "If you don't hug me, I would rather be beaten to death by the young master than blasphemy Miss Chun'er. A fairy figure like the God of Luo, I can see my beauty and talk to her. If I go to bed with her skin, I deserve to die."

Chun'er's tears were about to come out. It turned out that she was so noble in Shen Ao's heart. But then she thought, if Chen Ao couldn't paint, it would annoy the young master...

Thinking of this, Chun'er's eyes turned red, she trembled slightly close to Chen Ao, and murmured in a low voice: "Brother Shen, I...I..."

"What's wrong with Chun'er?" Chen Ao picked up the pen again gracefully, looking very hesitant.

Chun'er bit her lips and her gentle body was pressed over, like a frightened kitten, and her body was still shaking.

"Wow, this is not very good." Chen Ao thought very hurt, and quickly cooperated with Chun'er and immediately held her in her arms. Her delicate body in her arms trembled all over. Her breathing became more and more rapid. She was a little twisted at first, and then she completely overlapped with Chen Ao.

"It smells even more fragrant." Chen Ao took a deep breath intoxicatedly, and the plot succeeded, and he felt even happier. He freed up a hand to lift Chun'er's jaw and gently pointed it on her cherry lips: "Haha, this servant's inspiration is here."

After the hug, Chun'er was so embarrassed that she couldn't raise her head. Qiqi Aiai said, "Brother Shen, please draw quickly."

"Okay." Chen Ao pinched the pen, as if he had become a different person all of a sudden. His wrist danced gently, and the tip of the pen dipped a little ink on the snow-white Shu paper. Then the pen was like a dragon and a snake, and he started to draw it quickly.

He was still unrestrained just now, but at this moment he seemed extremely serious, his wrists kept on and his eyes were turning with the pen peak, as if he had forgotten his breathing.

This seriousness made Xiang'er lose her mind all of a sudden. He was dipped in ink and constantly outlined the outline of the Seven Sages on the paper with the tip of the pen. His eyes were shining, focused and sharp. Sometimes, his eyes were shiny with joy; sometimes, his eyebrows were frowning with distress. Sometimes, he held his hands and fell into deep thoughts, and sometimes he unconsciously let out a hearty laugh and continued to light the ink.

After half an hour, he sighed, put down his pen, and carefully and gently blow the undried ink marks: "It's done." He shouted outside the study: "San'er, come in."

Wu Saner walked in and looked at the painting with Xiang'er. Sure enough, a beautiful scroll appeared in her eyes. Xiang'er sighed sincerely: "Brother Shen's painting is so good."

Wu Saner frowned: "Brother Shen, this painting is slightly different from the one that the princess gave to the young master."

Chen Ao laughed and said, "Naturally different. If it is exactly the same, it will fall into a inferior position. What I copied is not Sun Wei's painting, but Sun Wei's painting style. The feeling of exquisite brushwork, majestic and unrestrained, and high and elegant emotions is the highest realm of copying."

Chen Ao picked up the pastry on the table and took a bite: "San'er, go and call the young master and let him come and have a look."
Chapter completed!