Yang Xuan looked at An Qing beside him, his eyes closed and his face full of intoxication.
He did not expect that Anqing would have such a past.
After a while, An Qing opened his eyes, his face full of regret.
"It's a pity that after that time, I never had the chance to leave the palace."
"That day, the people sent by the emperor found us. When we returned to the palace, the second brother, the third brother, and the fourth brother were all beaten by the emperor."
"The prince's brother begged for mercy, but he was also beaten by the father."
"Father was very angry that day."
After listening to An Qing's words, Yang Xuan hugged her into his arms.
He said softly: "In the future, I will often accompany you to visit."
"Okay." An Qing smiled.
Afterwards, several people found a path and came to a hill.
Here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire red maple forest.
"It's a pity that I didn't bring pen and paper with me this time, otherwise I really wanted to draw it!" An Qing sighed.
At this time, Yang Xuan on the side heard this and suddenly said: "An Qing, please teach me to draw!"
This is what he just thought of.
Looks age easily, beauty fades away easily, and old friends will eventually leave one day.
Taking advantage of the fact that most people are here now, Yang Xuan wants to leave something behind.
If Empress Ma and Xu Da only existed in his memories, Yang Xuan was afraid that over time, their appearance would fade away in his mind.
"Okay." An Qing did not refuse.
She has been learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. No matter how high her level is, it is enough to teach Yang Xuan.
Moreover, teaching Yang Xuan to draw can also divert his attention from being immersed in sadness.
In the evening, the group returned to the mansion.
After a simple meal, Yang Xuan couldn't wait to let An Qing teach him how to draw.
Unfortunately, the sky has darkened now and the light is not good, so we can only wait until the next day.
The next day, Yang Xuan began his learning journey.
The ancient painting form is different from that of later generations. It mainly emphasizes the use of form to describe the spirit, and has both form and spirit.
It is a great test of the painter's skills and abilities.
When he first started learning, Yang Xuan made a lot of mistakes. Fortunately, An Qing was patient enough.
Otherwise, it will be like the teacher in the future blurting out, "You are really the worst class of students I have ever taught."
Slowly, Yang Xuan began to master some skills, and the things he drew were barely legible.
His learning ability is still acceptable.
When a person devotes himself wholeheartedly to something, he will definitely be able to accomplish it in the end.
Just never give up.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, and Zhu Gaochi, the chubby little boy, also came out of the palace.
When Yang Xuan saw Little Fatty Dun'er, it was Xu Miaoyun who brought him to his house.
As soon as he saw Yang Xuan, little chubby Dun'er happily called "Uncle Master."
Then she called Aunt Anqing again.
It was also the first time for An Qing to meet this nephew. The little chubby boy was very cute and good at talking. After a while, the aunt and nephew seemed like the same person.
Taking this opportunity, Little Fatty quietly told An Qing that he likes sweets.
While talking, he avoided Xu Miaoyun. An Qing immediately understood that the little guy was being controlled too strictly.
Out of sympathy for his nephew, Anqing asked people to prepare a lot of delicious sweets for the little fat man.
Little Fatty's happy eyes narrowed into slits.
Apart from when I was in the palace, the only time I could eat sweets so happily was now.
But the good times didn't last long, and Xu Miaoyun discovered it.
The little chubby Dun'er looked like he had made a mistake and hid behind his aunt Anqing, secretly glancing at his mother from time to time.
After all, this was not in his own home, and Xu Miaoyun did not teach his son a lesson.
It just said that he had been in poor health since he was a child, and the imperial doctor told him not to eat too many sweets.
After hearing this explanation, An Qing thought for a moment and said, "Sister-in-law Four, I learned a body-building technique from the old immortal Zhang Sanfeng in the past two years. If you don't mind, I can teach Gao Chi."
"Really?" Xu Miaoyun said in surprise.
"Senior sister, you have also seen that An Qing likes Gao Chi very much. As long as you agree, she will definitely teach him." Yang Xuan said with a smile.
"Okay, then I'll trouble you, princess." Xu Miaoyun said gratefully.
"They are all members of the family, as they should be." An Qing said with a smile.
So after that day, Little Fatty Duner would come over every day to learn Tai Chi from An Qing.
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Time goes by, and autumn is almost here in the blink of an eye.
In the backyard of the Earl's Mansion, Little Fatty's face was full of pain.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
"Not yet, just hold on a little longer."
"Don't move!" Yang Xuan responded.
"Uncle Master, hurry up, I can't hold on any longer." Little Fatty said in pain.
"Think about your dessert. If you can't hold on, it will be gone." Yang Xuan said seductively.
"Well, Uncle Master, I'll hold on a little longer, but you have to hurry up!" Thinking of his dessert, Little Fatty gritted his teeth and said.
"I know, I know." Yang Xuan said perfunctorily.
I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Xuan breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: “That’s enough, Gao Chi.”
Hearing this, the little chubby boy collapsed directly on the ground.
He still shouted: "Uncle Master, please help me get the dessert. I don't have the strength to move now."
"Since you know the trouble, then why do you think I will help you get it." Yang Xuan said without raising his head, seriously admiring his masterpiece.
After several months of practice, Yang Xuan has begun to try to draw figures.
Little Fatty was his first "model".
And the price to pay for this is just a little dessert.
"Uncle, please do well and take pity on your nephew!" the little chubby boy said pitifully.
"Okay, okay."
"For the sake of your contribution, I will serve you for once."
After saying this, Yang Xuan walked to Xiaochuangdun'er with desserts and water in his hands.
"Hey, thank you, uncle."
Seeing this, Little Fatty chuckled.
"Eating too much of this stuff is really not good for your body. You still have to be careful."
"It's okay, didn't I learn Tai Chi from my aunt? I just need to practice more." Little Fatty Dun'er said nonchalantly.
Apparently he didn't listen.
After all, he is still just a child.
Yang Xuan didn't say much. With Xu Miaoyun at his side, Little Fatty didn't have a chance to eat more even if he wanted to.
Turning around, he took the painting he had just painted off the easel and handed it to the little chubby boy.
Then he said: "You will return to Peiping in two days. This painting is given to you as a gift from me."
After eating some dessert and drinking water, the little chubby boy's strength recovered a lot.
He stood up, took the painting, and looked at it carefully.
Then he thanked me and said, "Thank you, uncle."
"Okay, pack up and I'll take you back to your mother's place!"
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