The Old Teacher Battles Uncle Shi

He stood up and walked out.

Yan 'er hurriedly stepped forward and parted the white jade bead curtain first.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Zhang Ronghua bowed.

"Lord Marquis, there's no need to be so polite." Ming Fei was like a demon, a smile hanging on her exquisite jade-like face.

"I know that you are very busy. If I really couldn't find someone who had reached the sixth realm of painting skills, I wouldn't have asked Yan 'er to invite you over."

"You want to paint?"asked Zhang Ronghua.

"Not bad." Ming Fei replied.

"BenGong doesn't have any other interests, only this one."

"Don't worry, I'll do my best," said Zhang Ronghua.

Ming Fei raised her jade-like hand and gestured for Yan 'er to take out the things. The latter placed the drawing board, paper, brush, and ink one by one.

"What style do you want to draw this time?" Zhang Ronghua asked.