Novel & Cerita Hanfu Drawing

"Break the face of this good-for-nothing, let him still dare to be arrogant. Let us know what real art is. Does he deserve it?" “The Holy One is invincible! Long live the Holy Son! Slap this piece of trash’s face until it swells!” All the members of Longevity Clan grew excited. Drawing was Xu Changsheng’s forte. This time, even Longevity Clan’s forefather was looking forward to it.

The nerves are soon forgotten as I feel a sense of awe come over me just as a familiar vibration moves closer. “Mei…” Says a voice that instantly puts me at ease. I turn and immediately forget how to form words as I take in the sight of Chris. He looks absolutely breathtaking in a men’s hanfu designed in black and gold. The edges are bordered with gold while the bulk of it is in black, and it looks to be made of the most gorgeous silk. The gold embroidery along the shoulders is so detailed I can’t help but trace the patterns with my eyes. The belt around his midsection has a golden wolf design on the front which I think is a lovely touch, whereas the base of the hanfu has a golden snake on e

However, she hesitated. Moments later, she grabbed her bag and took out a post-it note and a pen. With her head down, she drew a cartoon on the paper and handed it to Gu Lichen. "Here, take this. I hope you'll feel happier." Gu Lichen glanced at the post-it note in front of him. Although the cartoon on the paper was made up of only a few strokes, it captured the characteristics of his appearance. Especially those phoenix eyes, which made people know it was him at a glance.

I never planned on attending the school's Valentine's party, but when Ms. Sinclair, the visual art teacher, asked me for help to oversee the picture booth they'd rented just for the special event. It felt good that someone needed me for something, so I accepted it instantly. Now that I've had a terrible day at school, I regret having done so. I put on a V-neckline, crimson red dress that reached below my knees, black heels, and a red shawl around my shoulders.

Ame Xi wears a white robe hanfu with a sky blue tinted silk strand at the end, and his long hair is tied into a ponytail with a red ribbon and round metal silver hairpin with a haitang design, giving him a dashing and innocent appearance. While Len Su and Shang Mu wore plain black hanfu robes with a tinted design resembling the Lingdao residence, their outfits gave them the appearance of being strong and charismatic. Their long hair was also tied into a ponytail with a white ribbon and a sword-shaped circle hairpin. "Mn," Cian Xia quickly replied. After hearing his response, they all stood up straight and joined their master, who was already sitting in the wooden chair beside Cian Xia. Cian

“Fiona, the five-star red flag is the national flag, how can it be so simple, do you have a paintbrush or watercolor?" "Yes."Fiona, very obedient to him, got up and ran into the guest room to get things and then ran out again. Paul Henry, seeing what she took, couldn't help but smile, very sure,Fiona really drunk. Zhuo Lang took the book and put it on his knee, spread a white sheet of paper, took a brush to dip it in Chinese ink, drew a shape, and used pink ink to color it. With just a few strokes of the pen, a five-star red flag that welcomes the wind has been drawn.

he told us as we formed a straight line like what he just ordered. “Yes!” we all answered in chorus. I glanced at my surroundings and pouted. My savior is also not here. “Shifan Lu,” he started calling our names and everyone alerted theirselves. “Present!” the guy who’s wearing a blue embroidery hanfu replied. “Vannes Chan.” “Present!” a boy from the same tribe shouted. “Luhan Wu.” “Present!” and again, it is from the same clan. They are all wearing blue. Maybe it symbolizes something. I wonder what it is.

He looked at me before looking back at Qing Han. And since Qing Han never missed anything, he furrowed his brows a little. “Is everything okay?” he asked. I sighed deeply, trying to urge Tuan Tuan forward. I knew that he was just unsure of what to do. He picked up his drawing book and handed it to Qing Han, his eyes looking up at him anxiously. “And what is this?” Qing Han asked, opening the book. I saw his hand freeze midway, and he looked down at Tuan Tuan. “Is… this me?”