The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

An Le also held a pen and said lazily: "Isn't what she said a lie? What are you afraid of? Let her draw a picture."

Huang Birui looked over suddenly.

An Le put down the pen in his hand, leaned his head on Jiang Fu's shoulder, met her gaze, and said provocatively, "You look very guilty."

Huang Birui gritted her teeth, and didn't dare to say anything to An Le, so she turned her head and gave her maid a hard look, hoping that she would be more sensible, this was the last chance she gave her.

An Le rubbed his head on Jiang Fu's shoulder, and said with a smile, "It's a good show."

Jiang Fu pursed his lips, looked at his own painting, and nodded slightly, "En."

He looks serious.

Seeing An Le wanted to laugh even more.

She leaned closer and glanced at Jiang Fu's painting.

He looked like he was riding alone on a horse, wearing armor and holding a spear.

An Le suddenly stopped laughing: "..."

This painting is by Xie Cheng.

She was still looking forward to her getting married later, but now it seems that she may not be able to.

She had some headaches, Xie Cheng, she used to think that he was very bad at being a man, never had a good face towards women, and could not say cold words, but after Ah Fu married him, it was simply...

Who would have thought that the cold-faced and majestic general who has achieved great military exploits is actually a clingy person in private.

After Ah Fu gets married, Xie Cheng will definitely cling to her every day, then the time he can see her will be much less...

Tsk tsk, I can't think about it.

She couldn't think about it at all, she had already started to have a headache.

An Le picked up the painting she drew and handed it to Jiang Fu, "How about it!"

Jiang Fu was taken aback when his side face appeared in front of him unexpectedly, and looked at An Le with bright eyes, "Is this me?"

An Le chick nodded like pecking rice, "Yes, yes, I drew Ah Fu on purpose, and Ah Fu will also draw me next time~"

Jiang Fu lowered his eyes and looked at it earnestly, pursed his lips and smiled, "This is the first time someone draws me, I like it very much, thank you Qingqing."

An Le grinned and rubbed against her, "Verbal thanks are not enough, you have to go play with me, and draw me next time you draw~"

Jiang Fu naturally understood the principle of reciprocity.

She nodded heavily, "Okay, I will draw you next time."

Then, as if thinking of something, the fair and cute little face suddenly collapsed again, frowning and saying in distress, "But my drawing is not very good..."

An Le hugged her tightly, "How could it not look good, my Ah Fu's paintings are the best!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she still hugged Jiang Fu and didn't let go, when she heard a "bang" from ahead——

It was Mr. who threw what was in his hand.

Mr. Liu pointed at the painting drawn by the maid, his voice trembling with anger, "This is what you said, is what she said false?"

Huang Birui's eyes were red, and she continued to speak forcefully, "She must be imitating my painting secretly!"

Mr. Liu stood in front of her and said, "Don't give up! Then you draw, and you draw in front of everyone. As long as you can draw as fast and well as her, then what she said is false!"

The hall was a little restless, and many people stretched their necks to look forward, whispering:

"Why did you draw it so quickly?"

"Is the painting finished? Isn't this too fast?"

"Could it be that the paintings that Huang Birui drew before were not drawn by her, but by maids?"

"It seems so. No wonder she has to paint by herself every time she paints. It turns out that she didn't paint..."