Chu Mu looked at her suspiciously, "When you paint, do you still need me to take off my clothes?"
Ruan Tang curled his lips and smiled, "My paintings are different from yours. They are more vivid and lifelike. Do you want them? If you want them, hurry up."
Ruan Tang said, before stepping forward to take off Chu Mu's clothes.
But as soon as she opened his shirt a little, Chu Mu held her hand.
"Tangtang...is this okay?" His voice was a little hoarse.
Ruan Tang's hand holding his clothes paused and raised his eyes to look at him.
His dark eyes were dark and unclear, with some ambiguous emotions surging in them.
Ruan Tang said angrily: "Your Highness, what are you thinking about? This is artistic creation, don't think wrongly, listen to me."
Without giving Chu Mu any chance to refuse, Ruan Tang directly took off his clothes, retreated to his waist, and tied it around his waist with a belt.
"Stand still, let me see what posture I should put you in."
With that said, Ruan Tang took a few steps back, touched his chin, and looked Chu Mu up and down.
Chu Mu has always managed his body very well, and the muscles on his body have always been strong and well-defined.
In addition, he has a tall and straight figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, so when he stands there, he looks like a very standard mannequin.
If it were placed in her time, such a model would definitely make those art students scream in the studio.
It's just that this era is conservative, and she is also worried that he will be lustful in the future, otherwise she will want to strip him naked and give him a body painting.
Ruan Tang walked around him, then around the study, and finally fixed his gaze on a vase beside the desk.
She took the vase over and stuffed it into Chu Mu's arms, then asked him to place his hands directly on his right chest.
Ruan Tang took a few steps back, took a look, and nodded, "That's a little bit of what I mean."
After finishing Chu Mu, Ruan Tang found a wooden pallet and used the back as a drawing board, then stacked several pieces of rice paper on top of each other and placed them on the drawing board.
She pulled up a chair and sat not far from Chu Mu.
"Your Highness, you may need to maintain this position. Of course, if you are tired, you can tell me and take a rest."
After saying that, he ignored Chu Mu and started to look at him. He drew a few brushes on the paper, looked up again, and drew a few more brushes...
This cycle repeats over and over again.
During this period, Chu Mu did not move at all and kept this posture.
It wasn't until an hour later that Ruan Tang put down his pen and paper and said to Chu Mu, "Okay, Your Highness can move now."
Chu Mu nodded and moved his ankles quietly.
He hadn't stood for so long in a long time.
In the past, when the imperial brother was still alive, he would be asked to stand up almost every day, and he would start in an hour or two.
He has neglected to practice this over the years.
After his feet regained consciousness a little, he put the vase aside and walked to Ruan Tang's side.
"Show me, how is your painting?"
Ruan Tang raised his head and smiled mysteriously at him: "I guarantee you will be pleasantly surprised."
With that said, Ruan Tang handed the painting to him.
Chu Mu has seen many masterpieces by masters, but this is the first time she has seen one with a style like hers.
He never imagined that a few small charcoal sticks could draw people so vividly.
His or those masters' paintings almost always focus on one artistic conception, but her paintings incorporate the skin, bones, and soul of people.
Especially the details are almost lifelike.
She even drew out the sweat stains on his temples, as if he had been stretched into the paper.
Ruan Tang saw that he was looking at him seriously and his eyes were full of surprise, and he became even more proud.
"How? How does mine compare to His Highness's paintings?"
Although she didn't dare to say what masterpiece hers was, in her time, her level could only be considered average.
Because painting is just a hobby for her, and she signed up for a class just because she liked it.
Her sketches were the best at that time.
She had painted countless paintings like this before.
He has also painted a lot of human bodies, but there are very few models as perfect as him.
"Wonderful, really wonderful." Chu Mu couldn't help but praise.
Ruan Tang was so praised by him that his tail was raised to the sky.
"It's nothing. I haven't painted for a long time, and my technique is actually a bit rusty. The beautiful naked men I painted before were better than this."
Once Ruan Tang was proud, he began to speak without scruples.
Little did he know that her words made someone's face instantly darken.
"Beautiful naked man?" Chu Mu looked into her eyes, which were full of dangerous light.
Ruan Tang was reminded by him and realized that he had made a mistake.
She quickly said, "Uh... Your Highness heard it wrong. There is no such thing as a handsome man, but His Highness."
"Yeah?"
"Of course, I have only seen this beautiful man, Your Highness. Where can I find other beautiful men, haha..."
However, Chu Mu didn't believe it and saw him approaching her.
"Tell me the truth, did you used to love going to places like Fengyue Pavilion to see those men?"
Fengyue Pavilion is a romantic place in Shangjingchang, but this place is different from the usual Xianglou. The people who serve the customers here are all men. There are little beast boys with thin skin and tender flesh, and there are also fierce muscular sportsmen.
It is said that those handsome men wear very little fabric when performing on stage, and some are even naked, only covering special parts.
When you go there to consume, the service will be specially arranged according to the gender of the customer.
She had long wanted to go.
It's just that the service fee there is too high.
She was not interested in that kind of service. At most, she just wanted to broaden her horizons.
But even if you don't call for service, the price is the same.
The lowest price is a thousand taels of gold, and the gold nest should be sold properly.
She thought it was too expensive and never gave up.
"How is that possible? How can I have the financial resources?"
She did make a lot of money in the past, but if she went to a place like that to spend money, she would probably become a pauper in a few times.
"You mean, if you had the financial resources, you would go there?"
"Uh..." It was true, but how could I tell him the truth.
"Impossible, how could I go to that kind of place? I'm a decent woman and I don't bother to go to that kind of place."
"A woman from a good family? How can a woman from a good family know that kind of place? Ruan Tang, tell me honestly."
With that said, Chu Mu directly put his arms around her waist and imprisoned her in his arms.
Only then did Ruan Tang realize that he had fallen into his trap.
That kind of place is a place where poems and poems are recited to the outside world, but only when you go in can you understand the meaning of it.
She had never been in, but she had indeed inquired specifically.
Especially when she has someone like Xiaofeng who is an expert at inquiring about information. This kind of information is something that can be easily obtained.
"Haha, I just heard about it. You also know that Qingfeng is a romantic guy who likes to wander around. I just heard what he said." Ruan Tang had no choice but to pull Qingfeng out to block the arrow.
