"Uh......" Mingyue finally came back to her soul, swallowed a mouthful of saliva deeply, only to feel that the saliva seemed to contain spikes, her throat hurt, and murmured: "No, no, righteous, father-in-law, what a lot of work and engineering it is to paint and paint a painting, and after I leave and leave, I will paint without distraction, without interference......"

The man shook his head with interest and said, "It's a matter of interest, and there is no defense......

Mingyue hurriedly put down the white jar, and hurriedly said: "Then, the peasant girl has retired......

The man frowned, and his intuition told him that Yin Mingyue's attitude was very abnormal, and there must be demons when things were abnormal, what was the problem?

The man opened the lid of the white jar suspiciously, and Mingyue took two steps back, holding the door frame with his hand, ready to run away at any time.

The man didn't see any clues after looking at it for a long time, and looked at Mingyue who was nervous without knowing what he meant, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" How can there be sweat on the forehead? ”

Mingyue raised her sleeves and wiped her sweat, and stammered: "I, I'm in a hurry to urinate ......"

Without waiting for Wei Zhixing to answer, the person escaped from the house like lightning, staggering, like a drunk who had drunk a pound of wine.

Wei Zhixing waved his hand, asking Huanxi to hurry up, for fear that Mingyue would be uncomfortable and make a mistake.

The man paced around in front of the painting case, and he didn't see the bright moon return for a long time, and when he was anxious, Wei Yan stepped into the house, gave a slight salute, and handed a half-foot-long picture album to the man and said: "Master, this is the reward portrait made by Li Xiaowu from the painter, one hundred taels of silver, the old bustard of Yihong Courtyard took it off when she saw it, saying that she had seen the little boy in the painting, and also knew that he had a lot to do with the Luo Dongjia of Zhenweifang and the eldest son of the Zhou family who came to the grocery store, and his subordinates had already warned her, and she would not say a word nonsense, do you think Miss Yin needs to hide?" ”

Wei Zhixing silently looked at the black and thin "young man" in the painting, with obvious fierce eyebrows and eyes, such a bounty portrait, ordinary people can't recognize it, this old bustard can see it at a glance, and it can be regarded as very poisonous.

Wei Zhixing was silent for a moment, and suddenly thought of the girl's true face that she had always refused to show, and the corners of her lips rose, perhaps, as long as she washed her face and changed into women's clothes, no one would recognize her anymore.

The man was full of interest, turned around and went to the scroll of the album, took out one of the scrolls, raised it to his shoulder, let go slightly, and the scroll spread out, it was not an ordinary framed scroll made of cooked rice and raw rice paper, but an almost transparent gauze, as thin as a cicada's wings, light as smoke, and at a glance it was a rare material in the world.

Wei Yan said anxiously: "Master, this golden cicada wing yarn is priceless, you used it to paint Princess Lu when you were preparing for the wedding, how did you take it out today?" ”

Wei Zhixing's face was stunned, and he flashed a touch of pain for a long time: "You also know that she is already the princess, and I have no thoughts; This cicada yarn is no different from ordinary rice paper. ”

The man's face was quiet and the tulle was spread, a carbon strip as thin as a needle was gently outlined on the tulle, at this time the sun was blazing, reflected on the snow, the golden light flashed, and then refracted back into the house, reflected on the man's side face, warm but not weak, bright but not public, warm as jade, silent as picturesque, a white robe, a long hair casually draped, let him be as tranquil as a long stream of immortals who had just come out of the painting.

When Mingyue entered the house, she saw such a humble gentleman, she was only afraid of him, and she forgot about him, and she was also a handsome man.

Mingyue quietly approached to see what the man was painting, but the man's eyes widened, and he glanced at the girl with resentment: "There is a bath bucket in the room next to it, I washed it and changed my clothes, and I stand here with plum blossoms, let me paint." ”

Mingyue's face suddenly turned crimson, and she whispered: "With nothing, what are you doing with me?" In his heart, the fawn was restless and jumping wildly.

The corners of the man's mouth rose, directly interrupting the girl's reverie, and poured cold water on his head: "I paint plum blossoms, I'm afraid that you will dirty plum blossom stems." ”

Alas---- I'll go! The strings that have been crumbling in the bright moon have exploded like this, from ancient times to the present, from slave owners to capitalists, it is not a good thing, if the gypsum powder is less, it should be done more, unlucky to kill you, the plum blossoms painted make you become a bald-tailed quail!!

Mingyue went to the next room angrily, there was a large bath bucket for three or four people in the room, towels, petals, and soaphorns were all available, and the whole room was foggy and hazy.

Huanxi's cold voice came: "Miss Yin, the water temperature is just right, you can take a bath." ”

Mingyue likes Wei Zhixing's arrangement in her heart, because, since she crossed in the autumn, she really, really, really hasn't taken a bath, only occasionally uses a basin that can only hold her face, quietly wiping her body, and now there is a ready-made large bathtub, if she doesn't use it to the extreme, she feels sorry for the plum blossoms that are about to enter the painting with her hands.

Huanxi handed Mingyue the towel expressionlessly, Mingyue smiled bitterly in her heart, she was obviously her savior, but from the time she entered the door to the present, Huanxi owed a smile, as if she was her savior.

Mingyue took the scarf, returned a polite smile, and said to Huanxi: "I am from a peasant family, I am not used to being served, you are not a slave, and you are not used to serving others, so we are busy with our own affairs and do not have to take care of each other." ”

Huanxi glanced at Mingyue, pointed to the stack of clothes next to the bathtub, and walked out of the room without saying a word, closing the door tightly.

Mingyue plugged the door back in, and used the table to resist the door again, then she put her mind at ease, took off her clothes and walked into the bathtub, and took a beautiful bath.

As soon as she entered the water, she sighed comfortably, her limbs and even every pore were so comfortable that she wanted to sing, Mingyue secretly thought, when she got the first one hundred and fifty taels of silver pickle money from Luo Ping in a few days, she would definitely order a big bath bucket, so that the whole family, no, let the family except Song'er take a rose bath together, while talking about life ideals, while enjoying life, wouldn't it be beautiful?

Thinking about it, Mingyue left all the unhappiness behind her and completely forgot about the next battle.

Finally finished washing, Mingyue stood in front of the clothes but was not calm, didn't the ancient people like to wear clothes of various colors? Just like the colorful paints on Wei Zhixing's table? Prepare a pure white one for yourself, just like Dai Xiao, isn't it Wei Zhixing who knows the saying "If you want to be pretty, be filial"? It is not difficult to explain why he also wears a white robe. However, it is also possible that Wei Zhixing thought that the Xu family had just passed away, and it was unknown to let Mingyue dress plainly.

No matter what the thought, Mingyue didn't care about wearing clothes, just opened the door, Huanxi took in a tray as agreed, with rouge and gouache on it, and couldn't help but press Mingyue on the table, brushing a little bit and began to draw and draw, Mingyue closed her eyes in resignation, and let Huanxi toss blindly.

In the haze, someone pushed himself, Mingyue jumped up in shock, and a person appeared in the dark yellow copper, so shocked that Mingyue's eyes were as big as a cow, and her heart was beating like thunder, and she clapped her hands when she looked at it! This makeup is absolutely !!

hugged and hugged Huanxi, startling Huanxi, but the corners of his mouth were not without mockery.

I saw that in the bronze mirror, a person's lips were like cherries, bright red; The eyebrows are like a mountain, standing upright; The face is like a crescent moon, white as frost and snow; Hair dyed black, meticulous...... Each place is taken out separately, it is absolutely impeccable, and when combined, it is so shocking: the lips are like blood, the face is like powder, the eyebrows are like knives, and the hair is like Zhai's dog licking style...... A teenage girl dressed up as a geisha of a certain country, and she was still a few tens of years old.

The only thing that can be said to be past is this gauze skirt as white as a fairy, with a slender figure like a willow, graceful and ethereal, just with this face, not only scaring people to death in the middle of the night, I am afraid that the ghost who hooks the soul will also retreat.

Mingyue was elated, and pushed the room next to her briskly, if the cold wind in autumn suddenly blew open the doors and windows, the whistling wind, and the remnants of the sand, not only blew into Wei Zhixing's throat, but also into Wei Zhixing's eyes, so Wei Zhixing's eyes couldn't open, and he waved his hand angrily: "Yin Mingyue, you go out for me, when can I see someone and when I come in!" ”

The corners of Mingyue's lips flew, dancing and raising her hands and returning to the bathing room, her small breasts stood tall, like a victorious general who beheaded the enemy, and a merry and talented man who hugged a beauty, and the corners of her lips were almost cracked to the root of her ears.

Huanxi said with a worried face: "Miss Yin, Huanxi has never used such a good rouge gouache, thinking that good things can be used by the girl, and I never want to use the amount of ......."

Mingyue shook her head, she couldn't hide her joy even if she wanted to, seeing that Wei Zhixing's eyes were spicy, why should she suffer this "grievance"?

It's just that she has to redraw it next, according to Wei Zhixing, if she doesn't paint "normal" anymore, she is afraid that she will not even be able to return home.

Mingyue looked at Huanxi with a shameful face, patted Huanxi's shoulder comfortingly, and said, "Don't worry, this time I'll draw it myself, and the one surnamed Wei will punish me if he wants to, and I won't blame you." ”

Mingyue washed her face again, did not apply rouge gouache, only drew willow leaf-shaped eyebrows, loosened her hair, and no longer combed those regular and old-fashioned buns, but took out a handkerchief from her arms and gently tied it up, casually draped it on one shoulder.

Because of the lack of powder, the two pimples on Mingyue's forehead became more hilly and protruding, Mingyue rolled her eyes, and said to Huanxi: "Can you help me get a pair of scissors?" ” 。

Huanxi opened his mouth to say something, but his eyes narrowed, and he lowered his eyebrows again and took out a sharp pair of scissors from the needlework basket, Mingyue gestured the length and short, and the scissors went down, Qi Liuhai suddenly appeared in front, blocking the small acne on his forehead from the airtight, Mingyue's palm flew over, and the scissors were placed under the flowing sea to fly quickly, and after a while, the flowing sea became layered, no longer so abrupt.

For her skills as an otaku, Mingyue was still full of confidence, snapped her fingers with satisfaction, threw away the scissors, and strode straight to Wei Zhixing's study.