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Chapter 199 The child is missing

When he entered the banquet room, Xiyu found that everything had been arranged and the Western painters and Chinese painters had already arrived.

The Chinese painting artist gently stroked his white beard and said, "Please ask the Fourth Master and his wife to take the two young masters to take a seat."

"That's right, you two Luos, please sit down!"

The Western painter was a blue-eyed, blond-haired man with a big beard. Hearing what he said, he was unwilling to be outdone and echoed him.

The two men have different painting styles, but are employed by the same master. As soon as they see each other, they want to compete with each other.

Today's full moon banquet was designed according to the normal process, but with an added link, which was to draw a portrait of their family of four.

Two styles, one for each.

Souvenir.

"Come on, Fujin."

Yinzhen smiled gently and stretched out his hand to her, taking her to sit on a thickly cushioned chair. Then the wet nurse handed the two little masters to them.

Xiyu held Lingjiao, and Yinzhen held Honghui.

The two of them sat close together, and even as they were painting, Xiyu's body leaned a lot, leaning lazily against the man next to her.

It's quite tiring to sit there and be painted.

The Chinese painting artist reminded, "Fujin, this painting requires you to sit upright."

The blue-eyed, blond-haired bearded man disagreed, "This is great, it shows that the couple is in love and in harmony, and their noses are flying."

This not-so-standard Qing Dynasty dialect made Xiyu laugh. It was not as dignified as before, but exceptionally lively.

The Chinese painting artist wanted to say something but was interrupted by Yinzhen in a cold voice.

"Hurd is right. This is just a portrait for the family to keep as a souvenir. Naturally, the more vivid it is, the better. There is no need to be so formal."

He lowered his eyes to look at the little wife beside him, and whispered in her ear, "If you are tired, you can rest your head on my shoulder."

Xiyu smiled at him brightly, her dimples deeply sunken.

At the same time, Ling Jiao in her arms also laughed out loud, and this lovely look was imprinted in Heard's mind, and that lively picture was transferred to paper.

At the beginning, Xiyu was a little reserved, but later on she was really tired, so she simply leaned on the man's strong shoulders to relieve the strength on her neck.

Anyway, this painting was for them to look at privately, and unlike the one before the wedding, not only did they have to sit upright, they also couldn't smile.

She sat there for a long time. She was still weak at that time, and she almost fell ill again after all the ordeal.

The two are famous painters in Beijing. Not only are they skilled in painting, but they are also extremely fast in painting.

What's more, now that they have a rival, they want to win in all aspects, so naturally they put more effort into painting.

In just one hour, both of them completed their paintings.

Xiyu quickly asked someone to take the two little glutinous rice balls away from her arms and rubbed her sore arms.

It was hard for their two full-term children. Although they were just lying in their arms, they didn't cry at all from beginning to end and fell asleep when they were tired.

As soon as Nanny Su and Qiu Xu took the two little glutinous rice balls, they seemed to sense something and urinated all over them at the same time.

The two were not annoyed, but found it very novel.

Madam Su did not hesitate to praise him, "Oh my, our young master is really thoughtful and smart. He even knew to deal with such an important matter after leaving his father and mother."

Xiyu grabbed Yinzhen's sleeves, grinning and almost crying, "These two little devils are so clever."

Nanny Su and Qiu Xu took the two little glutinous rice balls to change clothes, while Xiyu and the other person stayed to appreciate the finished painting.

The style of Chinese painting is dignified and solemn, and there is a sense of simplicity and simplicity in his brushwork.

A family of four is all together.

Xiyu's originally uncorrect posture was painted by the painter as a dignified and steady sitting position, as if he had an obsessive-compulsive disorder about this.

However, the painter's brushstrokes are excellent. The tone of the entire picture is mainly clear ink, dotted with light ink rendering, adding a mysterious charm.

Another Western painting by Hurd has richer colors, and the postures of the four people are transferred to the paper in a one-to-one ratio according to the real picture.

Elegant and smart.

It also seems to be more cozy.

One of the two paintings is outlined with lines, and the other is a fusion of large areas of color blocks, both of which are lifelike.

The two were very satisfied and ordered someone to deliver the gifts they had prepared long ago.

Looking at the basically identical gifts given by the two, Hurd couldn't help but ask, "Fujin, Your Majesty, I want to know which of us painted more luxuriously?"

The two of them competed from beginning to end today, so there must be a winner.

Hearing his question, the white-bearded Chinese painting artist also turned his gaze towards the two of them, as if he also wanted to get an answer.

"The paintings of the two masters are both art and the most authentic records. Different people will draw different conclusions from their perspectives."

"So, other people's opinions are not important, as long as you are satisfied with the painting in your heart."

"For us, both paintings depict our family of four, so naturally we like both and there is no way to tell which is better."

Xiyu gave them the answer first.

Although it's not what they wanted, it makes sense.

After seeing the two people off, the two little glutinous rice balls had already changed into new clothes.

The full moon banquet officially begins, all procedures are simplified, and the main theme is a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

At the end of the process, a separate piece of rice paper was taken out, and the two little dumplings printed their one-month-old footprints on it, and Xiyu and Yinzhen printed their handprints on the outside.

One on each side wrapped the two tender little feet in the middle.

Then Yinzhen wrote the four words "full moon joy", and everything was over.

After lunch, Gao Wuyong quietly called Yinzhen away, presumably because there was something important that needed to be resolved.

Xiyu took the two children back to the room, washed up briefly, and took off her cumbersome clothes and hairpins.

Seeing that the wet nurse had coaxed the children to sleep, Xiyu asked them to place the children side by side on the inside of the bed, and she lay on the outside in her soft pajamas.

"Just leave the child here. I'll call you if anything happens."

Everyone responded, left the bedroom and stood guard at the door.

The bed curtains were lowered to block out most of the sunlight, and Xiyu closed her eyes.

A faint fragrance wafts from the incense burner in the corner, like a layer of gauze, gently enveloping the entire room.

Smelling the light fragrance in the house, she slowly fell asleep.

When she woke up again, the tiredness all over her body had faded a lot. Xiyu turned over and wanted to take a look at the little glutinous rice dumpling.

However, all that came into view were two empty swaddling clothes.

!!!

Where are the children?

——Boundary line——

My dear children, I have a birthday, so I will take a day off tomorrow~

I'll give you some meat as soon as I get back, hehe~~~~~