In the evening, the seventh prince did not come, and the more he painted his conscience, he was happy, especially when Ah Liu stewed the old hen for him.

But the wound on the lip is hot and painful.

Ah Liu looked for a spoon to give Yue Hualiang to blow and fed him, and Yue Hualiang snatched the spoon and said, "I'll do it myself." ”

"Let Aliu serve Eria Liang."

Yue Hualiang got goosebumps when he heard this, but if Yue Hualiang rejected him, he would be in tears again, and Yue Hualiang would be upset.

Yu Hualiang obediently opened his mouth to let Ah Liu feed him, Ah Liu smiled: "Is the painting delicious?" ”

"Delicious, delicious!" Yu Hualiang nodded violently, Ah Liu's craftsmanship is indeed good, and he has a mother's taste.

Mo Cai looked at the two of them, eating a bowl of noodles by himself, and the more Hualiang saw that he was still eating vegetarian noodles, so he called him over and added a chicken leg to him.

"Let's eat, there's still something to eat after eating, just sit here and eat, how cold it is outside!" Yu Hualiang cared.

Mo Cai was moved to tears, and Ah Liu said: "Yes, Ah Liu is like this, the painting is still like this, Mo Cai has worked hard, and he should not be wronged." ”

"No, no, no, the ink material will be a person." Mocai corrected, and his identity as Aliu... It's still different!

After eating, the more he painted, he was fine, and his hands were itchy again, he asked Mo Cai to find a pen and paper, and remembered that the scenery of the Seventh Prince's Seventh Prince's Mansion, which he asked him to go to, was good.

Ah Liu helped him grind, and the ink was robbed and looked extraordinarily idle.

The Seven Princes have a purple jacket, their faces are slightly melancholy, the surrounding scenery is discolored, paved with light ink, the pavilion scenery, and every detail is remembered clearly.

There are some patterns on the pavilion, there are also patterns on the teapot on the table, and on the clothes of the Seven Princes on the cup.

Yue Hualiang painted the pine trees dark green, and the plum blossoms were dotted with dark red, and the water haloed as if it was not real in the fog, and only the face of the Seven Princes was clearly depicted in the picture.

As if Jean was only looking at the Seventh Prince, Ah Liu looked at it and said jealously: "When will Hua Liang draw a picture for Ah Liu?" ”

"Haha, what flowers does Aliu like?" Yu Hualiang asked him.

A Liu's eyes were cold: "What does that Ziliang like?" ”

He said for a long time: "Ah Liu is suitable for blue hydrangeas." ”

"Blue hydrangea?" Aliu has grown so big, and she has never seen this kind of flower.

"I'll show you the picture later." The more the painting is good, the more Guan Zidao is sold.

When Mo saw the painting on the table, it seemed that his eyes were sucked into the painting, and he couldn't take his eyes off at all, and the melancholy face of the Seventh Prince was particularly distressing.

He praised: "Young master! Masterpieces! ”

Ah Liu echoed: "Which one of the paintings is not a masterpiece!" ”

When Yue Hualiang heard Ah Liu say this, he knew that he was wearing a high hat for him, but he really hadn't seen what Yue Hualiang had painted before.

I couldn't help but be a little curious: "Ah Liu?" ”

"What's wrong?"

"I... What did you do before? Yu Hualiang asked.

Aliu smiled: "It's as good as it is now." ”

The more he looks at him, this must be in the eyes of a lover!

Asking him if he was not allowed to ask about ink, he asked Mocai again: "Mocai, how did I paint before?" ”

Mo Cai said while framing: "I followed the young master when I was ten years old, and the young master was fifteen at that time, and I have never seen the young master paint." ”

The more the painting sighs, it seems that the more Ming can know....

Ah Liu dragged Yue Hualiang and said: "What Ah Liu said is true!" ”

Then he took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, on which the bamboo outline was extremely beautiful.

And after so long, Ah Liu is still very well preserved, Yue Hualiang took the handkerchief and looked at it, although there was only a section of bamboo and a few bamboo leaves on the handkerchief.

But I still see that the painter has a strong foundation, no worse than him, who has been painting since elementary school, and even surpasses it.

"When was this drawn?" Yu Hualiang asked.

"When I first met three years ago, Hualiang gave it to me, but Hualiang doesn't remember it." Aliu began to be aggrieved again.

Mo Cai spoke for Yu Hualiang: "Young master, I was sick a while ago, and I was confused about my previous affairs. ”

Yue Hualiang looked at it, the previous Yue Hualiang must have practiced a lot, and he may not be such a waste material as it was rumored.

But what is the reason why he never shows his talents in front of others? Especially in front of these close ones.

Even if Chang Zihao despised him in the past, he could endure it....

I'm afraid that Yu Hualiang used to like painting very much, but he has been suppressing himself, is there any difficulty for him?

"Young Master, if you want to know about your past, let's ask Master Meng, you were always together in the past."

The ink reminds the more good the painting, will it have anything to do with the sheng?

Yu Hualiang dragged the ink over and whispered: "I committed suicide before because of Ah Liu?" ”

"Yes, young master, you drank heavily all day long, saying that you didn't marry Ah Liu, and after you went to beg the master that day, you jumped down." Mozai recounted.

Yue Hualiang looked back at Ah Liu, who was smiling like a flower, and he really broke his sleeves for the infatuation of committing suicide...

Ah Liu didn't want to watch Yue Hualiang stick so tightly with the ink, he said, "Hualiang? ”

"Huh?" Yue Hualiang looked back at him.

"Isn't Hualiang going to paint Aliu?" Aliu blushed.

Yu Hualiang smiled and nodded, and the ink material prepared the pen and ink for him.

Yue Hualiang picked up the pen, Ah Liu's face seemed to have been imprinted in his heart, he took the pen to depict it carefully, and painted Ah Liu's slightly red face vividly.

When Ah Liu saw it, he refused to believe that this was him, he was so good-looking, and the more he thought about him, he was originally beautiful.

Under his brush, he painted more softly, like a woman, and then he painted hydrangeas in the blank space, and after coloring, Aliu seemed to stretch out into the sea of flowers.

Flowers are more beautiful, although it is inappropriate to describe men, but it is true that there is no more appropriate adjective.

After the painting was dry, Ah Liu raised it and looked at it: "Wow, these flowers are so beautiful, as if they are really blooming next to Ah Liu." ”

"Well, it's pretty." Yu Hualiang asked.

"It's so beautiful, what kind of flower is this, it's so beautiful, can you only see it after death?" Ah Liu looked at the painting and said intoxicated.

Yu Hualiang patted his head lightly and said, "What are you talking about, there are many flowers, I'll take you to see it in the summer." ”

Ah Liu nodded happily, and Mo Cai took the painting from Ah Liu's hand expressionlessly and framed it silently.

Oh... The fishy smell of love!

When he went to bed at night, Ah Liu had to stick to the painting better, and after the ink material waited for the two to wash, he hurried out.

He doesn't want to see these two of you, I don't want to see them at all!

This night, Yu Hualiang didn't sleep well, his face was not good when he got up, he looked a little haggard, Ah Liu said distressedly: "What's wrong with Hualiang?" ”

"It's okay..."Yue Hualiang yawned, put on his clothes, and followed the Seventh Prince to Shili Pavilion to paint today.

The ink material was ready early in the morning, and he waited for Ye Fang to tell him, and he left.

Ah Liu cooked porridge for Yu Hualiang, he sat opposite Yu Hualiang and said, "Hua Liang, why don't you let Ah Liu follow you." ”

Yue Hualiang waved his hand and said: "Then how can it be done, this is the Seven Princes' Mansion, not the Yue Mansion, you can't be so willful, you just wait here for me to come back." ”

Ah Liu was uneasy, and when he left, he was still tugging at the corner of his clothes, Yue Hualiang turned around and hugged him and said, "Don't worry, if you are idle and bored, you can draw bamboo." ”

finally persuaded Ah Liu, and after getting into the carriage, he found that the seventh prince was also tired.

The two looked at each other and smiled, but they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The Seventh Prince said with concern: "What's wrong with Ziliang?" Didn't sleep well? ”

"It's okay...", the more shyness of the smile.

The Seventh Prince had an expression of "Oh, I understand", and he became more and more embarrassed.

He explained nervously: "I have nothing with Ah Liu! ”

"Ziliang, you don't need to explain to this king, it has nothing to do with this king, Ziliang explained it like this, it's not that there are no three hundred taels of silver here, otherwise you just care about this king."

Yu Hualiang was stunned for a moment after hearing this, what did he explain, but what did the last sentence of the Seventh Prince mean?

Seeing the meaning of the Seventh Prince's smile again, his gaze couldn't stop glancing down, and when it landed on the Seventh Prince's hand that was half covered by his sleeve, he couldn't help but be surprised.

The two hands of the Seventh Prince are all held by strips of cloth, and a very thick layer of cloth can also ooze blood, which shows that the injury is not light.

Yu Hualiang said worriedly: "Lord Wang.... Your hand? ”

"It's a trivial matter, it's just a scald..."The seventh prince said that it didn't hurt or itch, but the more he understood that it was all scalded like this, but it must be very painful, and it hurts when he looks at it.

He said, "Lord Wang, have you seen the doctor?" ”

The Seventh Prince looked at his hands and said, "Ziliang doesn't have to worry, he has already taken medicine." ”

Yu Hualiang still thought that if he hadn't seen the doctor, he would still plan to recommend Dr. Wang, although Dr. Wang once wanted to prick him with a needle, but the bitter medicine he prescribed was still quite effective.

Seeing that he was so worried about himself, the reluctance in his heart became stronger and stronger, and today was the last test for him.

Let's hope he can do what he wants.

Shili Pavilion is a pavilion ten miles away from the back gate of the city, and there is a temple behind this pavilion.

The name of this temple is Wan'an Temple, the temple is the most spiritual to seek marriage, and the people in the city and outside the city come to seek marriage.

If the marriage is completed, the believer in the man and the woman will carry the red cloth strip to the tree outside the temple to hang, and when there are many people, it will be hung all over the tree.

From afar, it looks like a book with red leaves, and this matter has spread all over the city and eight villages outside the city, and this red stripe is not only marriage.

Whoever asks for a son, who asks for wealth, all those who ask for it are hung on the tree, and this comes and goes, and the trees near the Ten Mile Pavilion are all hung with red cloth strips.

From afar, it looks like a maple tree, and if you walk in, you will walk among the mangroves, which is quite meaningful.

After getting off the carriage, Yue Hualiang's eyes lit up, and the ten miles pavilion not far away really seemed to have a maple tree, the snow was boundless, and the mangrove trees were particularly eye-catching.

Yue Hualiang walked in and saw that there were still words on this red cloth...

The seventh prince looked at a mangrove tree from afar and said: "The fate is not bothering the moon guy, and the ten miles of red lings are lovesick." ”

Yu Hualiang listened interestingly: "Fate doesn't bother the moon guy?" Hahaha, the old moon is probably not upset. ”

"Who knows?" The seventh prince said: "Since they are all here, how about Ziliang and hanging Hongling?" ”

"Well, that's great." You're welcome.

The seventh prince went to Wan'an Temple with him.