The soldier had already heard what Nie Cong had happened on the way here, but he never expected that the person who drew the picture was a sloppy girl who looked like a refugee.

Just her? She can draw portraits? She also thinks she is better than the painters in Xuanhe Mansion?

What a joke?

If Nie Cong hadn't been here, he would have wanted to turn his head and leave.

Seeing that he was calm and dissatisfied, Gu Yundong knew that he did not trust him.

She pointed the desktop slightly and asked with a smile, "Do you no longer remember what that prisoner looks like?"

"Who I don't remember?" Bing immediately retorted, and then there was a sense of resentment in his eyes. "The bandit killed my good brother who fought side by side with me. I can dream of him every night, and I know how many moles on his face."

"Then."

"..." The soldier was choked, and Nie Cong next to him hit his arm again. Then he tightened his fist and spoke, "The face is a bit round, and he looks honest and honest. His eyebrows are thick, and they are very dark and long, his eyes are not big, narrow, and his nose is more fleshy, and his mouth is a bit like me."

Gu Yundong lowered his head and used a charcoal pen to describe it according to him.

While scribing, he would ask him from time to time, "This is better? Is it better to rounder... Is the bags under my eyes deep?... Which kind of long is the length of the narrowness?... Is there much meat on my chin..."

At first, she just drew a rough drawing, and when she was almost certain, she took out a piece of white paper again and integrated all the facial features and face shapes of Bing.

Gu Yundong was moving quickly, and he finished drawing one soon.

The soldier just felt thirsty and took a sip of tea. When he came to see him, all the "puff..." sips of water were sprayed out.

"Ah, be careful." Gu Yundong quickly moved the paper away and glared at him fiercely.

Bing hurriedly wiped his mouth, and couldn't wait to pick up the piece of paper, his eyes widened.

Nie Cong took several steps back when he avoided the saliva he squirted. At this moment, he looked up at his shocked look and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

The soldier murmured in disbelief, "It's so similar, it's so similar."

"Does it really look that much?" Isn't it too exaggerated? Nie Cong shook his head, walked around the table and walked behind him to look.

When he saw this, he was stunned.

The soldier spoke incredibly, "It's like, it's like he's slitting down from his face."

"There is such a painting method." Nie Cong shook his head in surprise, took it from the soldier with a ginger, glanced at it and then, and couldn't help but be amazed.

The paintings of those painters are also very beautiful, but Nie Cong is not a great master of calligraphy and painting, and he doesn't know how to appreciate them. He only knows that the artistic conception is beautiful and the characters are also beautiful, but there is always a little difference with real people. At least, it has little effect on their case handling.

But now this figure painting seems to be alive.

But this is just a charcoal brush.

When he looked up at Gu Yundong, Nie Cong's eyes changed.

Is this Miss Gu really just a girl from the countryside who knows nothing?

"Who taught you this way?"
Chapter completed!