Shun Yu looked at this market with relish.

In the previous life, she tossed and turned in the mansion or the deep courtyard of the palace to survive, and she had never been so close to the red dust and fireworks, which really made her feel very fresh.

The two old men surrounded the painter with a picture of a beauty to discuss the law, and the painter looked sideways and pointed with the handle of the fan, but don't you paint according to what you two said?

Look at this bun, this eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth and neck, this bent and thin shoulders, where does the difference come from? It's because you two can't speak clearly, how can you blame the painting for not being fine?

A bend of the thin shoulders? The two old men were evil from their hearts, and they were angry with their guts, and the little ones tore the mouth of this unscrupulous painter, and then sent them to the yamen to ask for explanations!

The painter was also a garlic clove, and scolded straight and spicy: "If you can find someone to paint better than me, the master will kowtow to you two to apologize." “

It's on the line!

The two old men muttered to each other, then made up their minds and found a little guy who shouted like a bell: "Who can draw the daughters of the two old men really, get one or two silver miles!" “

Shun Yu's mind moved, she is now away from the Qin Mansion, naturally it is not good to ask the Liu family for silver every month, fortunately Qin Xing Meixun found a messenger to be self-sufficient, and she inherited the name of life, although she does not have to worry about food and clothing, but the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, scriptures, and classics are used a lot of money.

One or two silvers is very tempting, and besides, her painting skills are not bad.

Standing on tiptoe and looking at the political envoy's office, the main entrance and the side doors were tightly closed, it seemed that it was too early to release the list, and it was idle to be idle anyway, ........ be idle.

simply stood up, brushed the dust on his buttocks, approached the two masters, and said with a smile: "Are you serious? One or two silver and two beautiful pictures? ”

"A gentleman's words are hard to chase."

Hearing this, Shun Yu frowned slightly: "Although I am good at drawing with a pen, I have never brought a painting tool, how can this be good!" ”

"It's okay, my brother uses mine."

You Taoist painter is kind, if it is an adult man next to him, he may also push back, it can be seen that Shun Yu is an elegant young man, only the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he is greedy for the silver, so he secretly rejoiced, but took the initiative to move out of the vacant seat to put her.

Shun Yu is also not polite, sit down in the robe, sweep the stall around, the paper is dark yellow, the tips of four or five pens are inferior, the color of the pigment, only ochre, blue blue, mud silver, rouge and other four or five kinds, if you want to paint realistically, you must not be able to, but it is good to ask for six or seven points.

At this time, the Confucian scholars who were anxiously waiting for the list and the matchmakers who looked around gradually came over to see the excitement, one of them was wearing a Haoran scarf, wearing a stone green group cocoon silk straight jacket, and stepping on foundation soap boots, and the two middle-aged men who followed him were solemn and looked around vigilantly.

A matchmaker with poisonous eyes stepped forward to get closer and closer, and then said with a smile, that is, he saw one of them showing his knife, and shouted fiercely: "Get out!" “

This Shun Yu was looking at the old man surnamed Yu and said, "How old is your daughter?" How much hair? What kind of bun do you love? What flowers do you love? Are the eyebrows straight or thick or thin? The eyes are large or small, long or round, the bridge of the nose is straight or upturned, collapsed or short, and the small mouth is ........... “

After listening to him, he was not in a hurry to draw, and asked the girl who came with him to come to the front and also described the appearance of the young lady. The girl is honest, but what the old man said is not accurate, her eyes are not big, her nose is not high, her mouth is not small, and there is a mole as big as a mung bean on her chin.

After such a few people depicted, Shun Yu had set the prototype in his heart, straightened the paper, picked up the tip of the hair and was still a new pen, cleaned it in the water tank, groaned slightly, dipped in ochre, and began to paint the hair, facial features, face shape and neck and shoulder contours with a brushwork, and after it was done, she painted the hair with a flat brush, and painted the face with a dyeing brush, she painted quickly, and there were many techniques, not much, the rouge was lightly touched on the lips, and the woman in the pen was like a living general.

"That's it!" Shun Yu put down the pen and gently blew the paper, then pinched the edge of the paper with both hands and handed it to the master surnamed Yu.

A matchmaker twisted her body and dexterously approached him, "Ahhhhh “

The Confucian students behind him didn't want to miss it, and they also rushed to see the beauty, but the old man surnamed Yu picked up Qiao, hum! How can I, my daughter, wait for a casual look.

Not long after, the beauty picture was handed to another man surnamed Zhang.

The two of them each held the painting, let the little guy grab the unscrupulous painter who wanted to run away, first slapped him a few mouths to relieve his hatred, and then asked for the few pennies, and then forced him to kneel and kowtow, the painter had no choice but to comply one by one, and then wrapped the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone with a spread cloth, and coerced under his armpits, and planned to go to the side of the alley market to beg for a living.

Suddenly, the sound of drum music gradually became louder and closer, and the heavy Zhumen "squeak" of the political envoy was wide open, and dozens of military service people stood in a regular manner, all with solemn expressions, and they were indeed the ones who sent the list text.

The Confucian students, who were still onlookers, instantly scattered as birds and beasts, and the matchmaker's little feet were bumping and turning, and she ran fast.

The two old men slowly rolled up the paintings, looked at each other tacitly, coughed their throats, and wanted to go in the direction of the office door as if nothing had happened.

Shun Yu stopped in front of them, his expression was very calm, and he said lightly: "The two masters haven't paid the money yet, why are they leaving?" ”

"What silver?" The old man surnamed Yu Tongling stared at him with big eyes: "If you don't learn well at a young age, you want to come to slander people?" ”

Shun Yu's face sank, and he looked at the two of them pursing his lips and stopped talking.

She was angry, her eyes covered with frost, and her body was filled with a strong and inviolable momentum.

Not far away, a young man in brocade with two retinues was watching this scene with interest.

How could Qin Xing allow others to bully his master, and scolded in his voice: "If you say that you can draw two pictures of beauties with one or two pieces of silver, you two old immortals have no faith in your words, you two are the most capable of crossing the river and breaking the bridge, and now you have to give this silver to give, and if you don't give it, you have to give it, otherwise the uncle will give you a good look." ”

Tian Rong stood in front of Shun Yu without saying a word.

The two old men looked up, the laurel list in front of them had been posted high on the door, where the crowd was crowded, covering half of the street, it seemed that there was a Confucian high school, and they were excited to look up to the sky and howl, and they were surrounded by several matchmakers in an instant.

I was suddenly anxious, and I saw Shun Yu's expression cold, and she looked like she would not give up.

Sure enough, the little ghost is difficult!

The old man surnamed Yu reluctantly took out a penny from his sleeve and threw it at Shunyu's feet, and said in a vicious tone: "The painter is just a penny, and I am unlucky today." ”

Qin Xing picked up the money, threw it towards the door of the old man surnamed Yu, and shouted: "I don't know how to count when I am old, it is one or two silver, and this money master will reward you for tea." ”

The two old men looked at each other and sneered: "The tone is too big." If we don't get out of the way, we can bully the small. ”

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand behind him, and five or six small servants came up with sticks, but they were not good.

Tian Rong clenched his fists and whispered to Shun Yu and Qin Xing to step back.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud voice coming.