The painting ends here, and the painter's pen is held here, and he has not started writing again.

"Why don't you continue to draw? Also, why don't you jump over and draw me after finishing drawing the child?" Xia Ziluo asked curiously at the painting.

The painter immediately put down his pen and replied tremblingly: "Princess, the official really doesn't know how to start writing."

"This is strange. If we look ugly and make you paint it like a fairy, it is reasonable for you to not know how to write. But in our family, the prince is the most handsome man in the world, and the children are also lively and cute. Although I am ordinary, I can't say that I am ugly. What can you make you embarrassed?" Xia Ziluo couldn't help pouting.

The painter's face turned a little pale, and he seemed to be very scared: "Return to the princess, the lower officials are usually good at capturing dynamic pictures, and such static paintings are difficult to describe for a while."

"That's it!" Xia Ziluo nodded suddenly. She had learned fine brushwork for several years and knew that everyone's painting habits were different.

So she turned her head and looked at Murong Xitian with a begging look: "The children can't stay there, and the painters are not good at drawing static images. We might as well go to the garden or play with the children in the yard, so we can kill two birds with them with them in one go!"

"It seems that you have plans?" Murong Xitian's eyes fell on the painter. As far as he knew, his daily portraits did not require this.

The painter was shocked and wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead: "It's better to walk around the room at will... The official will draw the portrait soon."

"Well, just be in the room." Murong Xitian knew this and was no longer embarrassed.

Xia Ziluo felt that it was good to be in the house, so he waved his hand and summoned the children: "We're here, let's play in my father's room for a while and let the painter continue to paint us, okay?"

"Okay." Murong Xin smiled well.

Murong Ze suddenly suggested: "Mom, why don't we play hide-and-seek?"

"No, how can you paint a picture when you hide it?"

Murong Ze continued to work hard: "Why, let's play with eagles to catch the little cock?"

"This..." Xia Ziluo secretly went to see Murong Xitian, and then shook his head instinctively without thinking, "It's not good, we only have three of us, and no one will be a mother of chickens when we become eagles."

"There is a father!" Murong Xin's hand "brushed" and pointed at Murong Xitian, who was standing aside and listening to their discussions on playing.

"Yes, we have a dad, dad plays an eagle!" Murong Ze applauded.

Xia Ziluo was shocked and sweated coldly, and quickly pulled the children behind him: "Don't make trouble, how can Dad play the role of an eagle and play such a child game?"

"Mom, why can't Dad?" Murong Xin asked naively.

Xia Ziluo rubbed her head and replied naturally: "Because Dad is a man who stands tall and strong, he wants to do great things. Moreover, your Dad is King Xiao, his words and deeds represent the royal prestige of the beautiful dynasty and the example of men all over the world! So he cannot play children's games with you like his mother."

"Mom, what is Kaifan?" Murong Ze asked inexplicably.
Chapter completed!