Zhou Rong's face sank and asked, "Oh? Why did you fall in love with this painting? ”

"Painting is expensive. Mrs. Zhou once said that this painting was made for close friends, and the subject matter is a rare landscape in Mrs. Zhou's pen. ”

Hua Thirteen knew in his heart that even if he said ten times more reasonable, Zhou Rong would not be willing to give him the painting, so Hua Thirteen gave Jing Mo a look according to the plan.

Jingmo immediately understood, took Zhou Rong's arm, and said with disgust: "Zhou Lang, as soon as the slave family saw this landscape painting with strong brushwork, they couldn't help but think of Zhou Lang's early years of abundance and handsomeness, I really like it, is it okay to give this painting to the slave family?" Half red-faced, you shouldn't be arguing with me, a little woman, right? ”

Painting thirteen hurriedly gave up his hand and said, "Don't dare, don't dare." The girl and Mrs. Zhou have a deep relationship, that is, the girl wants the moon in the sky, and her magical powers are as vast as Mrs. Zhou, and she is willing to pick it for the girl. ”

Zhou Rong stroked Jingmo's hair lovingly, and said with a sad face: "Wan'er, you see so many paintings on the table, which one is not better than this painting?" Why don't you choose one from the table? ”

"Zhou Lang promised the slave family, as long as I like it, I can choose the painting signed 'Zhou Rong' in the world. These paintings on the table are not as affectionate as this landscape painting, what does Zhou Lang think the slave family is drawing this painting? It's just Zhou Lang's heartfelt feelings. Jingmo said delicately and emotionally, with anger in his eyebrows.

Zhou Rong stared at the charming woman in front of him with a smile on his brows, and said softly: "Wan'er, this painting is really inconvenient for you-"

Half of the red side just said, there is nothing special about this painting, but Zhou Lang loves it so much, and even has been looking for it for many years. The slave family knows, this painting is not for some close friend! Bao Buqi was painted for Zhou Lang's old lover! In this case, the slave family does not want it. Jingmo lifted the handkerchief, sent the jade hand holding Zhou Rong, turned his back as if angry, and cried non-stop.

Zhou Rong saw that this gentle woman, who had always been understanding, was full of jealousy for him at this moment, and the love in his heart was even worse, and he even forgot to avoid the outsiders present.

"Wan'er, my heart is all on you, how can I have any old lovers?"

"Then Zhou Lang, who did you say this painting for? It must be a woman who makes Zhou Lang unforgettable, and Zhou Lang is reluctant to give it to the slave family! Jingmo took a bite of the delicate "Zhou Lang", and Zhou Rong's heart was crisp and drunk.

"Not a woman, no. It's just a pharmacist friend, the surname is Lu, and it's a man's name when you hear it, don't you still believe me? Zhou Rong stared at the coquettish Jingmo affectionately, and hurriedly explained.

The painting thirteen on the side was shocked, and secretly wrote down the name Zhou Rong said, and motioned for Jingmo to continue to ask layer by layer, but he found that Jingmo was stunned, his eyes were empty and panicked, as if he had heard something terrifying. Painting Thirteen quietly squeezed her eyebrows and winked at her for a long time, but she ignored it as if she couldn't come back to her senses.

"Wan'er, what's wrong, don't you still believe your Zhou Lang?" Zhou Rong asked Jingmo tenderly.

Hua Thirteen felt that Jingmo's reaction was very wrong, and he hurriedly smiled and accosted: "White girl, Mrs. Zhou can also see your intentions clearly, why does the girl bother to drill the tip of the horns of this painting?" Is there anything special about this painting? ”

Jingmo came back to his senses, sorted out his thoughts, pretended to be unsettled, and whispered to Zhou Rong: "I want this painting without selfishness." I remember that there is a poem, I was not born, and I am old. Hate is not born at the same time, and every day is good with you. It's all strange that Wan'er wants to deepen her understanding of Zhou Lang in order to serve Zhou Lang more properly, so she is so impatient, and even a painting causes so much unhappiness. Zhou Lang, it was Wan'er who was wrong. ”

"You." Zhou Rong couldn't help but lightly tap the tip of Jingmo's nose, looked at this landscape painting, and couldn't help but say to Jingmo very emotionally, "In the early years, when it was slightly cold, Lingyuncai was empty. Hey, at that time, how could there be a beautiful woman to understand and warm my heart. Wan'er, I understand your mind, have you ever heard of a 'nested painting method' that I created when I was established? ”

Here it comes.

Finally led him to this, Hua Thirteen silently raised his vigilance tenfold in his heart, and glanced at Jingmo with anticipation and support.

Jingmo looked surprised, and the autumn waves rippled with admiration that was about to overflow, and asked softly: "Zhou Lang's original painting method?" ”

Zhou Rong couldn't hide his smugness, glanced at the painting thirteen, and asked confidently: "Half red, do you know?" ”

"I've heard a little, it is said that it seems to be a kind of 'double double nesting painting' that has never been seen before, but in the middle of it, please forgive me for being lonely and unheard of." Drawing thirteen lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, and the answer was neither deep nor shallow.

Talking about past achievements in front of the woman you love can be described as a happy life for a lonely man. Zhou Rong didn't take half of the red as an outsider, and unabashedly told Jingmo energetically: "This painting actually uses the double nesting painting method. When painting, the brush strokes go against the grain when it comes to an abrupt stop, recreating another realm, but because it is born in the original painting scene and blends seamlessly, it is hidden but not revealed, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see the clues. ”

Jingmo listened, and the surprise in her eyes was already difficult to distinguish between true and false, and she continued to ask with a sigh of praise: "Zhou Lang's handwriting sounds so profound. But with such an unfathomable way of drawing, no one can figure it out, isn't it boring? ”

"Once, there was a person who could be solved at a glance." A hint of loneliness suddenly flashed in Zhou Rong's triumphant expression, and then he continued in his usual tone, "It's a pity, both Shengyu and He Shengliang." Haha, confidants have always been hard to find, Wan'er, would you like to be my interpretation flower? ”

Hua Thirteen couldn't help but grit his teeth, gasped lightly and lightly, and cast an affirmative look at Jingmo.

Jingmo's eyebrows and eyes smiled like a crescent moon, and her Qingling eyes flashed with the soft light of love, looking at Zhou Rong delicately: "Wan'er has nothing else to ask for, she just wants to be the confidant of Hongchen behind Zhou Lang and always accompany Jun'an." ”

Although it was a play, but at this point, he could hear that Hua Thirteen's heart was like a thorn, especially when he saw that Zhou Rong suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Jingmo's hand, and learned from the newlywed Yan'er's husband and wife to clasp their fingers together.

And then, what made the thirteen hearts of the painting tightly mentioned was that Zhou Rong suddenly picked up the landscape painting again, leaned towards the candlestick, and explained to the Jingmo paragraph: "The solution of the nested painting method is not profound, as long as it is smoked by candlelight, the second painting scene will jump on the paper, but if there is a slight difference, the whole painting will be burned, just like this......"

Zhou Rong threw a corner of the painting on the dancing candle flame, "rubbed" the ground, and the flames jumped on the small half of the drawing paper. Jingmo and Hua Thirteen were both shocked, and Jingmo was about to stop Zhou Rong, but when he saw another scene gradually revealed on the painting paper, he stretched out half of his hand and retracted it in a daze.

Seeing this, the thirteenth painting frowned deeply, shocked and anxious, and was about to snatch the painting in Zhou Rong's hand and deal with it nonsense, but at this moment, there was a mighty sound outside the door.

Steward Luo exerted his strength outside the door and shouted in a bright voice: "County Lord, the County Master is busy enjoying the paintings inside, and the County Lord can't break in!" Huh? Princess! The county lord—"

When Zhou Rong heard this, he suddenly saw a jackal, tiger and leopard approaching step by step, like a cow or sheep fleeing in the bushes, his hands shook, and he threw the half-burned painting on the ground and ignored it, and was busy telling Jingmo to go to the back of the hall to hide.

"Huh. An old minion who eats inside and out! Dare to stop the county lord! The fat powder fragrance in the sedan chair outside hasn't been cleared yet, so you want to fool me? Before the person could push the door in, a sharp and mean voice fell in first, "I want to see if he is admiring the painting or the people!" ”

There was a "pop", and the door was pushed open with a bang. On the door, a luxurious woman in a mink brocade dress was standing with her waist crossed, and on her high bun, the cloisonné gold step and the caixia crown pearl hairpin were all "clanging" by her angry actions, but when she saw the situation in the hall, she didn't know whether to go down or not.

"Madame, why are you here?" Zhou Rong sat on the banquet without smiling, and sat down to accept the wine from the two people kneeling in front of him, ignoring the anger of Lord Qiu.

Lord Qiu saw a pair of young men and women kneeling to toast, the man was a gentle, white and handsome Confucian student, but there were large unknown red marks on his face, but the woman was wearing heavy makeup and dressing beautifully.

"Husband, what are you doing here? Who are they? Lord Qiu asked, suppressing anger and doubt.

Zhou Rong did not answer the county lord Qiu directly, but after raising his head and drinking the wine of the two of them, he said to Hua Thirteen and Jingmo seriously: "Today, I, Zhou Rong, witnessed the two of you getting married, if the old bustard in the spring building beats the mandarin duck again, you just have to ask her to come to me, and I will support you." ”

Painting 13 and Jingmo thanked Zhou Rong deeply according to the worship ceremony. Zhou Rong smiled with satisfaction, and then turned his head and explained to the unknown Lord Qiu on the side:

"Madam, this is a half-red, a handsome talent that I value in the gallery. Because of the first trial, he fell in love with the Qinglou woman next to him at first sight, but the old bustard obstructed him, so I took the old man back and fulfilled them. Madame came just in time, you and I witnessed the marriage of the two of them together, and the old bustard had nothing to say. ”

Lord Qiu raised willow eyebrows, listened to Zhou Rong's explanation, paced in front of Jingmo step by step, and after standing still, he stretched out his long red nails and deeply buckled Jingmo's chin. Painting Thirteen hurriedly grabbed Jingmo's shoulders, met the unkind gaze of the county lord for her, and said politely:

"Thanks to Mrs. Zhou's love, if there is a marriage witness from the lord of Qiu County, Chun Manlou will definitely let my wife go."

Lord Qiu sneered, and looked at Jingmo condescendingly: "Sure enough, it's a beautiful woman I feel sorry for." Worried that the spring is full of buildings and does not let people go, is it not simple? ”

As he spoke, Lord Qiu turned around and picked up the boiling teapot from the small stove in the room behind him, and threw it at Jingmo with a slash on his face.

In the lobby of the Zhou Mansion, there was a terrible scream that resounded through the sky and was painful:

"Ahh