Chapter 892： Grandma's smile is so pretty

Gu Nuo'er's small face is round, tender and cute.

Her slender eyelashes blinked, and she smiled and curled her eyes: "Of course I will be happy, let's go, Brother Siming, I'll take you to see something!"

The little guy naturally stretched out his delicate palm, grabbed Ye Siming's sleeve and walked forward.

The two of them came together in front of a very large and magnificent palace in the palace.

On the plaque are written three vigorous characters: Library.

Several officials from the secretarial supervisor bowed down early and waited here.

Seeing Gu Nuo'er coming, they hurriedly greeted him and bowed their heads in greeting.

The little guy waved his hand to indicate that he was not present: "Uncles, I will work hard for you today!"

The officials in the secretarial supervisor hurriedly said: "It is an honor for the ministers and others to be able to share the princess's worries. Please invite Her Royal Highness the princess to enter. The paper, pen and ink, the ministers and others have already prepared."

Gu Nuo'er nodded, looked back and said to Ye Siming, "I'm going to paint a picture today, brother Siming, come with me."

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows.

He can't draw.

But it doesn't matter, for the sake of small things, it should also be possible to learn now.

After the two entered, the first thing they saw was the rows of bookshelves.

The fragrance of books and ink lingered on the tip of the nose.

There are many authentic works of famous artists, calligraphy and paintings, ancient books, etc. that have been lost in the bookstore.

There are so many that even if you read one book every day, it will take five or six years to read all the books here.

Gu Nuo'er almost looked over it.

The secretary and supervisor took her to the bookshelf, a large table facing the water by the window.

Ink inkstones and various kinds of rice paper were already placed on the table.

In fact, if Gu Nuoer wants to find someone to paint, there are also skilled painters in the palace who can ask for help.

But the officials of the Secretarial Supervisor were even more powerful.

On weekdays, they were responsible for recording all the daily life and life of the emperor.

Therefore, it is not only necessary to write good handwriting, but also sometimes add paintings next to the text to record the deeds more clearly.

In the secretarial prison, the portraits of each emperor and queen are kept and recorded in the booklet.

At this time, the official of the secretary supervisor took out a booklet.

"There are not many portraits of the former queen in existence. Only when she was just registered as the queen, the secretary painted a double portrait of her and the former emperor. Please take a look at the princess."

Gu Nuo'er took it with her little hand and unfolded it.

A beautiful woman with a dignified smile and a graceful manner came into view.

Her pink little fingers touched the woman's face slowly.

The grandmother at that time had such a beautiful smile.

She must be very happy, right?

Gu Nuo'er immediately decided: "Just draw it according to this look, you help me draw the lines, I'll fill in the colors, yes, and leave a place beside her."

"Yes."

The officials in the secretary supervisor took orders, and immediately spread out, dividing the work between the left and the right.

The long rice paper was spread across the table.

The officials who were best at painting expressions were responsible for painting Queen Chi's head, and those who were good at gestures were painting her body.

The remaining one is good at checking and filling vacancies, so he is responsible for the final overall line.

Their movements were extremely fast, their hands were steady, and while the ink brushes were swaying smoothly, the image of a smiling first queen appeared on the paper.

Gu Nuo'er carried her small hands behind her back and watched carefully.

She suddenly said softly: "No, that's the way she looks, but I still think that in addition to the smile in her eyes, there is a little more love from her mother."

The officials hesitated to write, and for a long time did not know how to write.