Chapter 1746 Another Painting Is Done

Look at his second brother, who is now a well-known prodigy. He can read at the age of three, write at the age of four, can compose poetry at the age of five, and can draw at the age of six.

He is also somewhat capable, and can paint his own face.

"Big sister, let's go out first."

Shen Qingci came over, and he didn't even look at the messed up table behind him.

It's not that she doesn't want to watch it, and it's not that she doesn't want to watch it. She is afraid that she will watch it. What if she bursts out crying for a while?

Finally, Shen Qingci was the one who sent Shen Qingrong and the little dumplings who didn't wash their faces out of the house, and she herself sat on the chair, and she wanted to cry without tears.

When Lao Hengyuan came back, he saw Shen Qingci standing facing the wall. He didn't know what was so beautiful on the wall, how could he still look so carefully, and the result was when he was still at a loss.

With a bang, Shen Qingci slammed his head against the wall, and even Nian Nian, who was squatting on the side, was frightened and the hair on his body instantly stood up.

Luo Hengju stepped forward, and also put his hand on Shen Qingci's shoulder, and also pulled her away from the wall, what's the matter, is this evil?

How can you be so good, you have to hit the wall with your head, is this wall so easy to hit?

He reached out and touched Shen Qingci's forehead, also wanting to know if it was damaged, but fortunately it was just red, and no big bag came out.

"A Ning, can I know, what are you doing?"

Lao Heng asked Shen Qing Ci.

Shen Qingci raised her face, also looked at Lao Hengjuan, and then sighed faintly, she really wanted to cry without tears, God really didn't want her to find such a thing, so it was repeated again and again. Third, let Luo Hengju not finish that painting.

Not long after, Shen Qingci took Lao Heng to the outside of the study.

Lao Hengju's study, like her incense room, is a forbidden area in the entire palace. Even if it is cleaned, it is only entered by special personnel, so what did it look like just now, and what does it look like now?

But Shen Qingci didn't dare to go in, and he couldn't face it, such a painting turned into waste paper.

Luo Hengju still didn't understand, and he also lifted his foot and walked in.

As a result, when you see the brushes thrown everywhere on the table, and the painting that has changed beyond recognition, you already know the reason?

"What's going on here?"

Lao Hengju asked Shen Qingci, he was fine when he went out, why is it like this now, is he a thief?

Shen Qingci sighed.

"Eldest sister came with the dumplings. I happened to be looking at this picture at the time, but when I went out, I didn't take it away."

so……

That's it.

it became like this

It became like this.

"nothing."

Lao Hengju smiled and pressed Shen Qingci's forehead again, "If the picture is gone, just draw another one. You don't have to self-harm, right?"

Shen Qingci glared at him.

She was so sad, and it was so uncomfortable. Why couldn't he feel the same with her? That's it, just paint it again.

He said it easily.

But it is so easy.

Luo Hengxuan enlarged the picture, just looking for his own memory, what he didn't draw, in his mind, was what he wanted to know, so this re-drawing, according to his memory, was only one or two points. The time of day is to be able to draw well.

"I'll be fine if I paint for a few more days."

Lao Hengjue comforted Shen Qingci again, "Don't worry, we will definitely find your mother's stuff."

Shen Qingci took another look at the picture that had been graffitied by the child.

"I'd better do the spice."

She wants to turn grief and anger into motivation, make peace, and make more spices and sell more money.

Lao Hengju himself wanted to comfort her a few more words, but Shen Qingci went out.

"Ah Ning, what are you doing?"

He was still afraid that Shen Qingci would hit the wall again.

"Make spices."

She replied listlessly, but she was walking in a hurry. Anyway, as far as Shen Qingci was concerned, there was nothing in this world. It was like making spices that would make her happy and make her feel happy.

And when Shen Qingci left, Lao Hengjue shook his head with a smile, then walked to the desk and picked up all the pens himself, and after a while, he also had the pens cleaned.

The ink was also smeared all over the table, and now Laoheng thought that he didn't feel sorry for his ink, and of course he didn't feel sorry for his pen, but he felt a little bit sorry for the little face of the dumplings.

This ink of his is somewhat famous, and it is very difficult to wash if there is no way to apply it on the body.

Maybe Ah Ning still doesn't know about it now, he is afraid that he will have to go to Prince Jun's Mansion once.

After putting the pen away, he picked up the picture. Just when he was about to roll it up, what did he find?

He frowned slightly, and put the picture in front of him. After looking at it like this for a while, he carefully rolled the picture and put it aside.

When it was time to eat, Shen Qingci was still a little embarrassed.

"It's okay," Lao Hengju comforted her, "I don't know anything about the child."

"I know," Shen Wangci has never blamed Xiao Tuan. If it is, she is only blaming herself. What does this have to do with Xiao Tuan? It's because she didn't keep the paintings, and it's because she didn't lock the door.

So it's not about the dumplings, it's her own problem, and she is also angry with herself. She has never been angry with dumplings, and of course she still likes dumplings.

Lao Hengxuan picked up his chopsticks and put some vegetables in Shen Qingci's bowl.

"First, we have to eat, and we have to go to Prince Jun's Mansion in a while."

"Where to do what?"

Shen Qingci asked him strangely, 'You didn't say that the child was ignorant just now, wouldn't this be going to fight a gang? "

"What are you thinking about?"

Luo Hengju then piled some vegetables into her bowl.

"I'm also the elder of the dumplings, how can I be angry with him?" Without mentioning one picture, even if it was ten, he would only be helpless, but he would not blame the child.

If it is strange, it is only their own fault, and they did not put things away.

"Then why are you going?" Shen Qingci glanced out the window, it was getting late, and they were using this for dinner.

"My ink is specially made. It gets on the skin and needs to be cleaned with special things. The child must have wiped a lot of it, right?"

The chopsticks in Shen Qingci's hands also fell on the table.

And she also covered her face, and she also remembered the little face like a cat, and she really began to doubt her life.

This seems to be really troublesome.

"What, did you really wipe it on your body?"

"You'll know in a while."

Shen Qingci didn't want to describe it, because what she was describing now was nothing but her broken heart.