Chapter 186

This aristocratic kid thought about Han Fu's fierce spoiled wife style, and then thought about what he just said, he really felt that his time was running out. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He didn't have any other ideas, such as trying to find a way to remedy it, it was impossible to get forgiveness, but it seemed impossible to get the second son of Han Fu to do it.

He was already desperate.

He had already decided that before he died, before he was castrated, he hurried back to contribute to the prosperity of the family.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly said goodbye to this group of noble children and hurried to his home.

It was not early, the sun was gradually rising into the sky, the temperature was gradually rising, and the Gobi Chu Kingdom was heating up again.

These noble children also woke up one after another, packed up their clothes and the like, and walked in the direction of home, Bai Rui also followed them, talking and laughing and leaving here.

When they got out of the house, they went their separate ways in the direction of their homes.

After Bai Rui said goodbye to them, he walked down the street alone, not knowing where he was going.

The country of Chu is still too hot, except for a few places where the trees are green, and the rest of the place is the Gobi.

As for the Gobi, in his lifetime, among the scenery that Bai Rui has seen, only this vast Gobi Desert, the rough and heroic, majestic and magnificent charm gives him a much deeper feeling than the mountains and seas.

The vast Gobi Desert is covered with coarse sand and gravel, and stepping on it rustles. Dry ditches lay lifelessly on them. Except for some drought-tolerant plants such as ephedra and sand jujube, few plants grow, and animals have also flown away. Witnessing this scene, I truly understood the artistic conception of "the poor desert birds do not fly, and the dreams of thousands of mountains are still lazy".

The Gobi Desert is sometimes quiet, suffocatingly quiet, and occasionally a whirlwind rolls up a pillar of yellow sand and rises into the air, and there is an inexplicable quiet atmosphere. Sometimes the wind blows, the sand and rocks are flying, and the momentum seems to wipe out the entire natural world under its obscenity, which is terrifying and helpless. Walking into the Gobi Desert is like entering a primeval wilderness, full of desolation and lifelessness. However, in search of water, the ephedra grass dug its roots deep into the coarse gravel. This unremarkable plant, with very narrow and yellow foliage, raised its head and glared at the moor, showing no compromise or begging for alms.

People often only escape the desolation of the Gobi Desert, but they do not realize that there is a treasure hidden under its barren appearance, and the Gobi is actually supposed to be a rich kingdom.

On the vast Gobi Desert, the heart is open-minded and comfortable. Soon, however, there will be a strong desire for water.

Every merchant who entered and left the state of Chu, despite carrying a kettle, had chapped and bleeding lips from strong sunlight and excessive dryness of the air. On this Gobi Desert, if there is a lack of water, you will feel restless, your mind will swell, and your eyes will be gray.

This can't help but make people admire the camel that moves forward with a deep footprint and a heavy burden.

People deeply feel that in the depths of the empty desert, the strings of crisp camel bells are the most beautiful and beautiful and uplifting main theme of life in the world.

This is the Gobi, a beautiful Gobi.

As he walked, Bai Rui felt a rattle in his abdomen, and until now, Bai Rui had not eaten anything.

With that in mind, he looked at the street where he was standing, and with a few steps, slipped to a street restaurant.

Bai Rui, dressed in extraordinary clothes, appeared in the store, and immediately someone came forward to saddle up and wait for him, and hastily ate something.

After eating, Bai Rui asked Xiao Er, who was walking by his side, "Is there any teahouse or anything like this place?" ”

"What is a teahouse?" Xiao Er didn't understand what Bai Rui wanted to say.

"What I mean by this is, is there a place here, a place where a lot of businessmen gather, or a place where there is nothing to drink tea and chat." Barry asked.

"A place like this." Xiao Er touched his head, thought for a long time, and then said to Bai Rui embarrassedly, "I have only been here from the countryside for a short time, and I don't know what the surrounding environment is." Well, I'll ask our shopkeeper. ”

"Okay, I'm sorry for you." Barry said.

"No thanks." Xiao Er said, and turned around to ask the shopkeeper.

However, at this time, this restaurant didn't know what was wrong, it was very busy, and Xiao Er only walked a few steps before he was called over to work.

Fortunately, Bai Rui was not in a hurry at all, he just waited quietly.

Bai Rui sat in place and waited for Xiao Er to come over, because he was too bored, he dipped some water with chopsticks, wrote and drew on the table, and passed the time.

"Childe, do you want to paint?"

A voice sounded, and the owner of the voice was an old man, his face was full of dirty things, and between his eyebrows, it could be seen that he was not from Chu State, but from Zhongyuan Kai.

"What painting?" Bai Rui asked, seeing the old man staring at the water stains that he had drawn on the table.

The old man was dressed in tatters, and he smelled bad. When he followed Bai Rui, he didn't stop looking around, for fear that someone would come and drive him away.

Probably, he saw Bai Rui writing and drawing on the table with chopsticks dipped in water, so he came to ask.

"I don't ...... What is the painting? Bai Rui originally planned to refuse, but when he saw the old man's eyes full of pleading, he couldn't help but relax.

"It's this." The old man took out a crumpled piece of paper from his bosom and spread it out in front of Bai Rui.

In this painting, the night view of the Gobi is depicted.

When night fell, a scarlet crescent moon hung high in the sky, looking indifferently at this desolate place, with a bit of coldness and depression, the west wind howled, filling the whole desert with a murderous atmosphere; Only the lonely sandstone stared coldly at all this, as if it was still expecting the place to become noisy and lively, but what made it despair was always: life died under the gravel, and the gravel was desolate under life!

The painting is very good, a few simple strokes, to draw such a beautiful picture of artistic conception. It seems that this old man has some solid skills.

"How? Do you see this picture? The old man said confidently.

Probably everyone is like this, and when they talk about their strengths, they are all proud.

"How much?" Bai Rui saw that this painting was so good, so he asked.

"One thousand taels ......," said the old man proudly.

“...... Good. Bai Rui thought for a moment and agreed.

“...... Gold. The old man said.

“...... This one...... Wouldn't it be too expensive. Barry said. (To be continued.) )