It was the spring of March, and the bright sunlight peeked through the yellowed window paper through the shabby carved windows, bringing a touch of tranquility to the quiet cottage, perhaps too quiet, but revealing some desolate taste. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gu Ya is standing in front of the dilapidated mahogany desk under the west window to paint, the soft sheep hair gently carries the flat rice paper on the table, the faint ink is like the sky of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, from the white as snow on the rice paper on the circle of smudge, with the continuous penetration of the ink, on the paper blooms a plain and elegant Tingting ink lotus.

"Miss......" The maid Ziyun studied the ink with a lot of concern, raised her eyes and looked at the quaint elegance of the ink lotus that had been drawn for an hour in a row, her face was heavy and complicated, and she opened her mouth but didn't have the courage to say it after all.

Gu Ya turned her head and glanced at Ziyun, who wanted to speak and stopped, smiled, held the pen in her bare hand, and smoothed the pen in the black square inkstone in the upper right corner, and smiled while inscribed a poem on the painting: "Just say what you want to say, isn't it uncomfortable to say it if you want to say it or not?" ”

Ziyun stopped studying ink, his eyes gradually lowered, as if he had experienced a fierce mental struggle, and was silent for a long, long time before he made up his mind, and said to Gu Ya, who was leisurely inscribed poems: "Miss, I...... I ......"

The brush dipped in ink suddenly stopped on the rice paper, and Gu Ya turned her head in surprise to look at Ziyun who was full of guilt.

Ziyun is five years older than Gu Ya, and has been serving Gu Ya since she was a child, and the relationship between the two is different from others. Ziyun followed her, the unfavored young lady, I don't know how much she was angry, which made Gu Ya very moved and grateful, she had already regarded Ziyun as her friend, how could Ziyun's behavior be so strange now?

Gu Ya put down the brush in his hand, and was about to ask what the reason was, when there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the house, and soon a middle-aged man in a dark purple brocade robe stepped in from outside the door.

The man's suddenness made Gu Ya stunned in place, she looked at the man stunned with a pair of clear eyes, and she didn't react for a long time.

Although she was only seven years old when she last saw him, she would never forget this majestic face, and this man was none other than her father, Gu Weiyong.

She is the third lady of the concubine, and her mother died in childbirth on the day she gave birth to her, and since Gu Ya can remember, this father has been extremely cold and disgusted with himself, so disgusted that he did not allow Gu Ya to go, because he did not want Gu Ya to appear in front of him.

When he was seven years old, Gu Weiyong was furious for no reason after seeing Gu Ya, which made the people of Gu Fu panic, and Gu Ya never dared to appear in front of him again. Her father's disgust, her mother's oppression, and the ridicule of her brothers and sisters made it difficult for her to move forward in the ancient mansion, if it weren't for her grandmother's pity and love, Gu Ya really didn't know how she would stay in the ancient mansion.

Now that she was fourteen years old, it was the first time she had seen her father in seven years, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

"The autumn solstice is empty, and Ling Bo spits red alone. Togen got what he wanted, and he didn't want to follow the wind. Gu Weiyong coldly read the poem inscribed on the painting, the anger in his eyes burned his eyes like fire, his sharp gaze swept to Gu Ya's frightened white face, Gu Ya only felt that her breathing was about to stop, she wanted to say something, but her throat was so frightened that something tightly choked it, and she couldn't spit out a word.

"Daddy." Plucking up his courage, Gu Ya finally called him out in a trembling voice.

Gu Weiyong suddenly smashed the hard painting in his hand to the ground, glaring at her angrily: "Say! Who taught you to draw! ”

This lotus picture is exquisitely inked, and the shades are appropriate, presenting the refreshing and lonely feeling of the new solitary lotus after the rain. The combination of calligraphy and painting, the pen and ink are full of fun. A fourteen-year-old girl can really be called a genius to draw such a masterpiece.

However, everyone knows that no one in the ancient mansion has ever asked a gentleman to teach him to read and write, let alone paint.

Gu Ya was so frightened that her face was pale, and she instinctively stepped back step by step, until her back was against the wall.

"Say!" Gu Weiyong shook the roof tiles and strode in front of her, his gaze cold like a knife on his quaint and emaciated face.

Gu Ya swallowed her saliva nervously, and at the same time, a wave of sourness and pain hit her heart, and the first meeting with her father after seven years was such an unreasonable harsh criticism and questioning.

That's it, Gu Ya put her heart sideways, suppressed the fear and uneasiness, and gave Gu Weiyong a salute with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant: "Back to Daddy, Ya'er learned it herself." ”

Things like poetry and painting can indeed be self-taught.

However...... Gu Weiyong sneered, and when he was about to have a seizure, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and soon the quaint mother-in-law, Mrs. Zhou, hurried in with a few mothers-in-law.

When everyone saw the whitening Gu Ya and the angry Gu Weiyong, a trace of schadenfreude secretly flashed in their eyes, but they quickly disappeared. Mrs. Zhou walked up to Gu Weiyong and pretended to persuade: "Master, the girl is old, and it is common for her to want to marry, you can find her to marry someone, don't be angry for a girl." ”

Gu Weiyong was already furious, but after listening to Mrs. Zhou's words, his face turned even pale, staring at Gu Ya's face that was neither humble nor arrogant, he laughed angrily and sneered: "Okay! You learned to fornicate with men outside at a young age! Say, which man is it! ”

Gu Ya's mind was blank, and her heart was immediately pinched tightly, even if she was calm in the past, she finally trembled in shock at the insult involving her name, and said in horror: "Man? Daddy, what are you talking about? ”

Mrs. Zhou smiled coldly and said to Ziyun, the maid who had been standing behind Gu Ya in horror: "Ziyun, you can tell me about your young lady's affairs!" ”

Gu Ya's heart froze, and she slowly looked back in disbelief, and in front of everyone's eyes, Ziyun knelt on the cold ground in panic, she glanced at Gu Ya complicatedly, and then looked at the angry Gu Weiyong and Mrs. Zhou, her face was as white as paper, and her voice trembled slightly with fear: "I...... I...... I don't know ......."

"Say!" Gu Weiyong roared angrily, and the sound penetrated from his ears to people's hearts, almost shaking people's hearts.

Ziyun was so frightened that she hurriedly kowtowed, and the kowtow sound of "dong dong dong" was mixed with her trembling statement: "Miss...... Miss She ...... She would meet a man privately on the ninth, nineteenth, and twenty-ninth of every month......"

The surroundings fell silent, and the air was as cold and heavy as a freeze, and it was overwhelming.

Gu Ya only felt that her body and legs were weak for a while, leaning weakly against the wall behind her, her mind was in chaos, she looked at Ziyun kneeling on the ground blankly, and a thousand thoughts came around her heart.

Ziyun She ...... Betraying yourself?

Gu Weiyong's face turned blue with anger, shame, anger, and disgust poured out from those dark eyes, cutting Gu Ya's heart like a knife. He forcibly suppressed his anger and continued to ask Ziyun sternly, "Which man is it?!" ”

Ziyun hung her head, trembling with fright, and when she heard him ask, she replied tremblingly, "I...... I don't know ...... either."

Mrs. Zhou's face turned cold, staring at the purple clouds on the ground, and said coldly: "I don't know? ”

Ziyun said in a panic: "I really don't know...... Still, I know...... Know...... The man not only taught the young lady piano, chess, calligraphy and painting...... Still...... And let the lady ......"

"What does Miss let do?!" Gu Weiyong said sharply.