"No wonder, when your son-in-law told the story, he also mentioned the astrological words of 'comets hit the moon and deliver the canopy'." Jingmo remembered the first story he told when Hua Thirteen first came to Qinyuan, and he mentioned that the fortune-telling stick originally referred to the empty man.

Now that I think about it, I don't know if it's because the painting thirteen is full of mouths and doesn't have a truth, or if this empty man is really as rumored, uninhibited, and a half-hung fairy who is both true and false. However, if you want to talk about the status and reputation of the Kongdao people, how can it have a close relationship with him, a little painter who has no literary and no strategy, no merit, and no name? Even his apprentices were so loyal to follow Half of the Red?

"Storytelling?" Chang Ling couldn't hear that Jingmo was sarcastic about Thirteen, and asked a little sullenly, "Hong Shao still speaks of books?" I've been with him for so long, and he hasn't said anything to me......"

"When your son-in-law wakes up, you can ask him." Seeing Chang Ling's naïve appearance, Jing Mo couldn't help but laugh.

Jingmo looked at the painting thirteen who was still quietly lying on the table at the moment and sleeping sweetly, presumably this long-term spirit with great background and honesty and pure conscience was deceived by his clever tongue to follow him with all his heart, and he didn't know. She thought that something had called Man Man to come to Qinyuan for a while, so she said to Chang Ling gently: "It's not early, you can take him back." By the way, the wound on your palm last time, change the dressing more frequently, and it will heal in a few days. ”

Chang Ling's heart warmed, and he only felt that the sword on his back was as heavy as ten thousand jun, scratched his head, and hurriedly left with the groggy painting thirteen.

Jingmo looked at the backs of the two of them gradually moving away, and couldn't help but have layers of doubts in his heart:

A person deliberately painted a birthmark on a face as smooth as jade, and he was not familiar with civil and military affairs, and even the painting could not be painted like this, sometimes unfathomable, sometimes clever tongue, it was really strange;

A man with a mysterious double-layered sword box on his back, his eyes are strange and seem to be sick, and he is obviously a disciple of the empty Dao people, but he is loyal and unswervingly follows a weak son.

She gradually retracted her gaze, and glanced at the small hole in her stomach that had already congealed, and it seemed that it was really a winning move to catch his fainting blood sickness to cure him. A slight smile crossed her lips, then she turned around and walked into the medicine room, took out a light gauze handkerchief she had sewn herself to cover her mouth and nose, put on a pair of fine-textured gloves to protect her slender hands, and when she was ready, she frowned slightly, held her breath, and became busy with the bottles and cans and exotic herbs in the room.

"Momo?" Outside the Qin Garden, before the people entered the house, a piece of fat powder fragrance came in with the voice, "How are you prepared?" ”

When Man Man came in, he saw that the room was empty, and after a moment's thought, he went to the medicine room inside.

"What are you doing here? Stop! ”

As soon as Man Man lifted the curtain of the medicine room, he saw that the heavily armed Jingmo was holding a silver needle and stabbing it on his finger, squeezing a drop of blood into a glass cup on the table. Suddenly, a few wisps of pale white smoke filled the glass cup, and Jing Mojiu's frowning eyebrows finally relaxed, and the corners of his mouth showed a satisfied smile.

Jingmo's bleeding hand was grabbed by Man Man suddenly, Jingmo was stunned at first, and then surprised and delighted: "Hey? When did you come? ”

"I... Forget it, our Momo Great Pharmacist, as soon as we enter the medicine room, where else can we see in our eyes besides these rags? ”

Man Man raised his hand and took off the light gauze mask that Jingmo wore on his face, glanced at a large cup of black-brown liquid that Jingmo had developed at the expense of blood, frowned, and said with nervous anger in his eyes:

"How is this different from the new drugs developed for Shanglu before? It seems that the Beijing pharmacist is treating him more and more generously, and he does not hesitate to drop blood to dispense medicine! ”

Jing Mo slowly retracted his hand from Manman's palm, his eyes were slightly rippling, a shallow smile appeared on his lips, and he replied casually: "It's not for him." ”

Seeing that Jingmo's forehead was soaked with a little bit of fine sweat, Man Man took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and helped her wipe it gently, laughing softly: "It's not him?" Which one is that? Can we use her rare and rare cold blood to use medicine? ”

Jing Mo smiled lightly and put away the large cup of liquid that had just been prepared, and while pulling Man Man towards the boudoir, he replied casually: "It's just a patient who faints blood." ”

Before Manman could ask in detail, Jingmo said something else, and hurriedly asked Manman to teach him how to face Zhou Rong tomorrow. Man Man helped Jingmo choose what kind of clothes to wear tomorrow and what kind of makeup to wear, and gave a few more instructions before leaving.

At noon the next day, in the lobby of the Zhou Mansion behind the gallery, Zhou Rong was eating, only to see a figure carrying a large bag and a small bag coming in from outside the door to ask for a meeting, and shouted happily at the hall from a distance: "Mrs. Zhou Wan'an!" The villain has admired Mrs. Zhou's unparalleled talent for a long time, and he came to ask to see him! ”

Zhou Rong raised his eyebrows, saw that the person standing outside the door was quite familiar, and waved his hand to let him in. The visitor first put down the beautifully packaged things he was carrying in his hand and on his shoulder, and made a great salute respectfully, with a smile on his face, squeezing out the folds on his face, and cautiously asked:

"Mrs. Zhou, don't you remember me? It's me, the little painter who had the honor to have a few words with His Royal Highness the Prince in Chunmanlou! ”

Zhou Rong immediately remembered after he reminded him like this, but when he saw that this person reminded himself so deliberately as soon as he came up, how could he tolerate it in his heart, and saw that he brought a lot of shabby "gifts", so he lost his face even more:

"Oh. Who should I be? Zhou Rongpi said lightly with a smile, "Why are you here?" ”

"Mrs. Zhou, the villain's name is Xu Fei," Xu Fei saw that Zhou Rong didn't even ask his name, so he hurriedly went on the pole to report to his home, and pointed to the pile of gifts he brought, and said with a sneer, "Mrs. Zhou has been busy reviewing paintings in the gallery for several days, although I am a candidate, but I am also an admirer and follower of Mrs. Zhou, thinking about Mrs. Zhou's body, I specially bought some supplements to make up for Mrs. Zhou's body!" ”

Xu Fei opened a tonic box and presented it to Zhou Rong. As soon as Zhou Rong heard what he said, he understood his intention, glanced at the tonic box, and saw a few crumpled silver tickets pressed under the box, and couldn't help sneering in his heart, he was embarrassed to take this bit of money, when he was a beggar on the street?

Xu Fei saw that Zhou Rong seemed to be unmoved, and laughed dryly: "Hehehehe, in addition to supplements, the younger generation knows that Mrs. Zhou likes tea the most, so he specially prepared a tube of good tea!" ”

Xu Fei opened a cheap and rough wooden tea cone again and presented it to Zhou Rong's eyes.

Zhou Rong glanced at it, and the sneer in Fang Cai's heart couldn't help but hum out of his nose, the tea tubes were all tightly arranged strings of copper plates, this Xu Fei really looked up to him too much.

"Xu Fei, right?" When Xu Fei heard Zhou Rong call his name in person, he nodded busily, thinking that Mrs. Zhou could really be moved by himself, so he heard Zhou Rong continue: "You have a heart." ”

No more follow-up. Xu Fei was dried aside, watching Zhou Rong continue to raise his chopsticks and eat by himself, these gifts that made him pour out his money bag seemed to be impossible to take, but Zhou Rong didn't say a word, for a while, Xu Fei didn't go, not go.

"Young Master Xu Fei's wishes, my county master has already received it, doesn't the prince still want to stay here to eat together?" Steward Luo sneered.

Xu Fei laughed a few times, still standing in place, unwilling to leave, he rubbed his hands, moved his throat, and after a little hesitation, as if he had turned his heart sideways, he smiled at Zhou Rong with a flattering smile:

"Mrs. Zhou is a wonderful painter I have admired all my life, what is this intention! Actually, I have been studying Mrs. Zhou's paintings......"

Zhou Rong almost laughed, of course this little bit of heart is nothing.

Seeing that the shabby little painter refused to leave, he asked impatiently, "What do you want to say?" ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, Taifu Zhou, in his later years, he has been studying and copying Taifu Zhou's paintings for many years, and I really admire the delicate and elegant, rich and beautiful palace paintings made by Taifu Zhou, and a noble and gorgeous aura through the back of the paper!" Xu Fei talked eloquently, and almost danced when he was elated.

Zhou Rong only felt that this person was rambling and babbling, which really affected his mood for dinner, so he gave Steward Luo a look and motioned to coax him out, and Steward Luo grabbed Xu Fei by the collar and was about to drive him out.

"Mrs. Zhou! What I said is true, I didn't say anything! I've even studied the paintings you left behind in your early years—" Steward Luo was about to push Xu Fei out of the door.

"Wait a minute!" Zhou Rong's hand holding chopsticks suddenly froze, and he shouted to Steward Luo, "Let him come in and continue to finish." ”

Xu Fei's face suddenly bloomed with joy, he rolled his eyes at Steward Luo, who was holding his collar, ran to Zhou Rong in a hurry, grinned and bowed his waist and continued:

"Mrs. Zhou, I happened to see a painting with exquisite painting skills in the folk, and I thought to myself, who else could such a beautiful, unparalleled, and exquisite painting come from? must be the world's first painter Zhou Taifu! I looked, ouch! Sure enough, it is Mrs. Zhou's early work! ”

Zhou Rong reluctantly endured Xu Fei's nonsense and boastful words, but when he heard his words, his heart became tighter and tighter, and he hurriedly asked, "Yes, what kind of painting?" ”

"I'm afraid it's precious here! It's actually a beautiful landscape painting! Unexpectedly, in addition to court paintings, Mrs. Zhou had such a Yaxing in his early years! The more Xu Fei spoke, the more his eyebrows fluttered.

"Early years?" Zhou Rong pinched his heart, gritted his teeth, and asked slowly, "What years are you talking about?" ”

"Ten years of filial piety! Oh, it seems to be the winter moon, but I can't remember the first days. Seeing that Zhou Rong seemed to be quite interested, Xu couldn't help but be complacent, and hurriedly took out what he could and what he couldn't get in his heart:

"Moreover, I can see that this painting is more precious because Mrs. Zhou has used the original double nesting painting method of the Zhou School with ingenuity and ingenuity.

"Ahem," Zhou Rong suddenly interrupted Xu Fei, and gave the housekeeper a look, motioned to retreat from the people in the room, and then raised his hand to Xu Fei very enthusiastically, motioned to invite him to the dinner table, and said with a close smile:

"Xu Fei, it seems that what you said is true, and you are really attentive to my paintings. I like to discuss paintings with you young people, come, let's talk while eating, hahahaha. In your opinion, what is under the landscape of that painting? ”

Xu Fei was flattered, thanked Zhou Rong for his invitation with joy, sat down at the dinner table happily, and continued with some fluttering:

"Thanks to Mrs. Zhou's refusal to give up, I will get an axe in my later life! Beneath the landscape of that painting... In my opinion, it is still a landscape, but it is no longer a freehand brushwork, but a well-behaved and meticulous realistic painting, right! Meticulous realism! ”

With a "bang", the chopsticks in Zhou Rong's hand slipped to the ground, and the smile on his face suddenly froze, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his nose trembled slightly involuntarily.

Seeing this, Xu Fei confirmed that his bold analysis was really right, and he was very smug in his heart, and hurriedly handed over another pair of chopsticks for Zhou Rong, and did not forget to add a sentence with a smile:

"How's it going, Mrs. Zhou? Later students did have a deep study of Zhou Taifu's paintings! In fact, the painting made by the late student in the preliminary examination also imitated the brushwork of Mrs. Zhou, and the later student wondered if he could——"

"Eat the vegetables, eat the vegetables."

After Zhou Rong took the chopsticks handed over by Xu Fei, he realized that he had just lost his temper, and Xu Fei couldn't listen to half a word of what he said. He took a pair of chopsticks from the most expensive dish on the dinner table and delivered it to Xu Fei's bowl with his own hands, and reluctantly smiled and asked, "Xu Fei, you are indeed a rare good painter." Even my old work from many years ago can be so carefully observed, is that painting in your hand? ”

Xu Fei didn't notice a hint of fierceness flashing in Zhou Rong's dark pupils, and he didn't dare to eat it after taking the dish that Zhou Rong picked up with his own hands, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Zhou is so uplifted, I am really scared in my later life!" Such a good painting is not blessed in later life, and I saw it in a pharmacist's house. ”

"Pharmacist?" Zhou Rong's hands were already secretly clenched into fists, and these two words were squeezed out from between his teeth.