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After Wang Banniang left, Hu Ling hooked the promised hand and thanked her: "Liu Niang, thanks to you just now, I really ......."

She was so anxious and angry just now, she wanted to draw a whip and teach those people a lesson, but the only remaining consciousness told her that she couldn't act rashly, otherwise she would hurt people, and in the end, many incidents would arise. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But she won't be like a promise, forcing people to say a word in a few words.

I can't hit or scold when I'm angry, and I'm so angry that my whole body is numb.

Touching Hu Ling's cold hand, he promised to hold it with his backhand and squeeze it hard.

"You've learned wisely, and you didn't do it right away. Zhu Shang looked at Hu Ling dotingly, very satisfied with her reaction just now, obviously not realizing that she was almost dizzy because she didn't emit anger.

"Don't compare me to Wang Banniang. Hu Ling snorted, turned around and wiped his eyes.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Zhu Shang asked in a whisper, afraid that someone would trouble Hu Ling again.

"What do you say?" Hu Ling turned his head to look at him, his eyes had returned to his usual look, and he touched the soft whip on his waist with both hands.

Zhu Shang glanced at the soft whip, revealing an expression of an adult begging for mercy, and retreated again and again, saying, "Okay, I'll go to enjoy the flowers first, you can talk." ”

After Zhu Shang left, the people watching the excitement outside the pavilion also dispersed, Hu Ling slowly sat on the stone bench with the support of promise, and the whole person felt more comfortable with a cup of hot tea.

In the capital, in addition to the royal family, the people who can provoke Hu Ling can be counted on one hand.

The whip on her waist can be used whenever she wants, and she can hit whoever she wants.

If it weren't for the implication of Zhu Shang today, Wang Banniang would inevitably have to be whipped a few times.

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Wang Xinruo has a picture of a broken chrysanthemum, saying that he asked for it from the palace.

There is no inscription on the painting, and there is no signature, so I don't know who the author is, and it is specially placed in the flower hall today for everyone to identify.

He had invited many celebrities to appreciate this painting, and everyone said it was a masterpiece, but none of them had ever seen this style of painting.

Xu Gucheng is good at painting among the hundred officials, and he is also invited to appreciate this painting today.

After seeing this picture of a remnant chrysanthemum, Xu Gucheng found that the painting technique was quite similar to that of Xu Nuo.

I was amazed in my heart, but my face was calm like a lake, and I didn't move.

Xu Promise often asked Xu Gucheng about teaching calligraphy and painting, so he was also very familiar with Xu Promise's habit of painting, and he knew her painting style very well.

On the second day, Xu Gucheng asked Xu Yu to wait for him in the study after dinner.

"Liuniang, I appreciated chrysanthemums yesterday, have you heard good poems?" Xu Gucheng came back outside in official clothes.

"No, I didn't. ”

Xu promised to wait for Xu Gucheng when he was bored, so he took the book to read, and when he saw Xu Gucheng coming back, he closed the book and put it back on the bookshelf while answering.

Xu Gucheng smiled and asked curiously: "Ye Jieyuan's poems are not considered good poems?"

"Father, Ye Shishilang is not very old, and he is a breezy and moon-like young man, in Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, he is good at writing poems about bamboo, and the least good thing is chrysanthemum. But those people just dragged him to admire the chrysanthemums and compose poems, and they recited them in front of everyone...... Looking at his expression yesterday, he looked very tortured, and obviously didn't want to stay there for a moment. ”

In between the promises to speak, a little servant brought warm water into the house to wash Xu Gucheng's hands.

Xu Gucheng shook his head, with a faint smile on his face, quickly washed his hands, wiped his hands, and then said: "Liuniang, it's okay to say this at home, but you can't do it when you go out." ”

"Daddy, don't worry, the child knows how to measure. Xu promised to help Xu Gucheng pull the mat, and the two sat on both sides of the bookcase.

After Xu Gucheng sat down, he stopped talking, began to grind, took the paper and spread it on the table, handed a pen to Xu Xu, and said, "Make a chrysanthemum picture." ”

Xu Yu didn't ask why, took the pen and thought about it a little, and then began to draw.

There are several bluestones on the painting, and a chrysanthemum grows in the gap of the bluestone, and the petals are almost zeroed by the wind, and the lower edge of the bluestone is full of petals.

"Liuniang, who taught you this painting technique?" Xu Gucheng stared at the stem of the chrysanthemum.

Xu Yu put down his pen, looked at Xu Gucheng, and asked, "Daddy, what's the matter?" ”

Her father would not ask her such a question out of the blue, it must have been purposeful, just like he had just asked himself to draw a picture.

Xu Gucheng looked at Xu Promise's eyes and told her what happened yesterday.

"Daddy, why don't you tell the child in the first place?" For some reason, Xu Promise was a little unhappy in his heart, and when he saw this picture in front of him, he felt as if he had been taken advantage of.

"Liuniang, Daddy doesn't want you to be too involved with the Wang family......" Xu Gucheng took a deep breath and explained to Xu Yu.

Xu put his hands on his knees, and there was no expression on his face.

There aren't many people she cares about.

But anyone she cares about, if they are in danger, she is willing to trade her life for their safety. It is also because of this that the people she cares about do not allow any imperfections, let alone be doubted by the people she cares about.

But before her sadness could overflow her chest, she heard Xu Gucheng say: "Liuniang, your painting style is exactly the same as the picture of the remnant chrysanthemum of the Wang family yesterday, and the painting method of the stem is exactly the same." Because of Wang Xinruo, many people will pay attention to this kind of painting in the future, although I don't know what Wang Xinruo's intentions are, but you must not paint outside in the future, so as not to be recognized, and then you will be charged with deceiving the official family by someone with a heart, but the gain will outweigh the loss. ”

Otherwise, he no longer asks who he learned from whom he learned his painting techniques.

For a moment, the promise made him feel guilty for his guard.

Her father did this for fear that she would be hurt, but she assumed that he suspected her.

The sadness and unhappiness in his heart were filled with emotion in an instant, and at the same time, Hu Ling's heart was also the same emotion.

In the Hu Mansion, there are only two people in the huge hall.

Hu Ling knelt in front of Old Lady Hu with his back straight.

"It's not because he's ten years older than you, and it's not because he's your uncle who keeps him out again and again. It's because after he was betrayed by his fiancée, he fled in the wilderness, and made a vow never to enter Beijing, wasting his good skills and full of knowledge in vain, without the courage that a man should have. Now, if he dares to stand up for you on such an occasion, I will trust you to him. ”

Old lady Hu said earnestly.

"Grandfather!" Hu Ling originally thought that her grandfather was going to criticize her, and even prepared to go door-to-door, but he didn't expect such a remark.

She knelt on the ground and didn't react for a while, until Mrs. Hu coughed, she woke up, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, pounced directly on him, and hugged the crook of his leg.

It turned out that her grandfather was for her, but she kept complaining because he drove Zhu Shang away, and she didn't even go to breakfast with him during this time.

"When he has the courage to knock on the door of my Hu family again, I will politely invite him in, so that you can rest assured?" Old lady Hu saw his granddaughter's reaction, and knew that she had a deep affection for Zhu Shang.

"Grandfather, you are so good to the child, and whatever good treasures the child encounters in the future, he will collect it for you. Hu Ling cried bitterly, and all the snot and tears touched the knees of Mrs. Hu. (To be continued.) )