Chapter 433, Braised Duckling!

Speaking of the past, Li Muyang sighed and said: "I used to be black. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Giggle-------- because the laughter was too intense, the girl's face was more healthy red, and she said loudly, "I know." There had been such rumors in Tiandu City before, and everyone was very curious----- curious about what that lawless Li Muyang looked like. Soon, someone in Tiandu City will be selling your portrait. I also asked Xiaoxing to buy a ---------"

"Xiaoxing is me." Chaotian on the left hurriedly said.

"The portrait you bought looks like you at all."

"And what's going on?" Li Muyang was surprised, he came back for a few days, and no one told him about his portrait selling well in Tiandu City. "What did they paint me like?"

"I can only see one pair of eyes."

"Black?"

"Yes. It was so dark that I could only see a pair of eyes. Song Chenxi looked at Li Muyang, who was close at hand, and thought, I don't know which bad guy deliberately scandalized others for profit, the shepherd is like a bamboo and a pine, chic and handsome, and he is an elegant boy who is extremely rare in the sky. When I got the portrait, I thought it was ridiculous, how could a person be so dark? Now seeing the deity confirms my guess at that time. "The shepherd is very handsome."

Li Muyang's white face was slightly red, and he bowed his hand deeply again, and said, "Miss Xie Song's praise." But your share of money should not have been spent in vain, I was really dark when I was young. It's so dark -- I can only see a pair of eyes. ”

"Really?" Song Chenxi's eyes widened, obviously unwilling to believe it. "Why is it so white now?"

"I'll tell Miss Song a story." Li Muyang said.

"Great." I'm the one that likes to listen to stories the most. The one on the left applauds.

"I also like to listen to stories. Is it the story of a teenager slaying a dragon? Chaotian on the right also said aloud.

"Xiaoxing, Xiaoyue, you two don't talk much." Song Chenxi seemed to be very spoiled by the two little maids around him, and he couldn't bear to really blame them. "Quiet. Listen to the story of the shepherd. ”

"It's the story of an ugly duckling." Li Muyang said with a smile: "Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling, it was very ugly, and all the ducklings hated it and did not want to play with it. The ugly duckling was very aggrieved and said to his mother, mother, mother, they all called me ugly and didn't want to play with me. The mother hugged the ugly duckling and comforted her, silly child, one day, you will become the most beautiful duckling, and you will become the most dazzling existence of the duck family. The ugly duckling listened to his mother's words, and secretly encouraged himself in his heart, I must work hard, I want to be the most beautiful duck. So, the ugly duckling was far away from home, experienced wind and frost, and suffered from ups and downs――――――-"

"Finally the ugly duckling became pretty, didn't he?" Song Chenxi asked expectantly.

"The ugly duckling was eaten." Li Muyang said. "It was crossing a small river when it was spotted by a hunter who was hunting, and he shot an arrow at it. The hunter brought the ugly duckling back to pluck and clean it, and stewed it in bamboo shoot oil, which is said to taste very good. ”

“――――――――-”

The three little women and children in the carriage stared at Li Muyang with wide eyes and wide mouths.

"The ugly duckling---eaten?" Xiaoxing said. Li Muyang was finally able to distinguish the difference between these two little girls. Xiaoxing has a small red birthmark on her forehead, while Satsuki's eyes are narrower and longer, and she looks a little more charming than a mature woman.

"How could it be eaten? The hunter ate the protagonist of the story? ”

"That's right." Li Muyang nodded. "If you saw an ugly duckling on the side of the road, would you take it back and eat it?"

The two shook their heads desperately, indicating that they would never eat the ugly duckling.

Li Muyang smiled and said, "But hunters will." For hunters, rabbits are meat, and ducks are meat. Isn't it normal to change the taste from time to time? ”

"You ―――――― tell me this story――――――" Song Chenxi's chest rose and fell slightly, and he said loudly: "Tell me this story--No, isn't it to comfort me?" ”

"yes." Li Muyang nodded seriously and said, "Do you understand?" ”

"What do you understand?"

"Why was the ugly duckling eaten by the hunter?"

"Because--it left the family?"

"It's because it has ambitions that don't match its strength." Li Muyang said: "If it hadn't thought about becoming the most beautiful duckling, it hadn't thought about becoming the most dazzling existence of the duck family. Then it will definitely stay by the side of its parents and family with peace of mind, calm and happy, and will never encounter hunters and be eaten by them. ”

"Are you trying to say ――――――?"

"Yes." Li Muyang nodded seriously: "You are already the daughter of the Song family, and you are the most dazzling existence in Tiandu City." Therefore, the way of Danqing, you only need to pour out your heart, and there is no need to deliberately pursue the entry or entry. That's what people who have nothing want to do, so why bother yourself like that? ”

"I'm going to be eaten by hunters?"

"No, you're going to eat yourself." Li Muyang said with a smile.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Xiaoxing glared at Li Muyang angrily, and said menacingly: "Why do you say that about our young lady? ”

"Apologies. Immediately apologize to our young lady. ”

"Little Star Xiaoyue――――――" Song Chenxi scolded, her star-like eyes swept towards Li Muyang, and said softly, "I understand." I'll take notice. ”

"It's good to understand. Prove that the ugly duckling did not die in vain. Li Muyang grinned.

Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue glanced at each other with a confused look.

It's just that the young lady didn't let them say anything, so they didn't dare to question Li Muyang anymore.

"Dawn has a request, I don't know if to say it." Song Chenxi looked at Li Muyang and said shyly.

"Miss Song said." Li Muyang said loudly. He couldn't bear to refuse this girl's request. If not excessive.

"I'd like to ask the shepherd boy to give me a piece of ink." Song Chenxi whispered, probably because he felt that his behavior of forcibly looking for someone to paint was too shameful, so he quickly explained: "I will definitely have a generous gift." ”

"I don't care if there's such a thing as a generous gift." Li Muyang said loudly. "I agreed to Miss Song's request, and when I have a good work, I will send it to the house in person."

"No, I want to ――――――-" Song Chenxi's voice was lowered, her red face was even redder, and her voice said like a murmur: "I want the shepherd to paint a picture for me."

Li Muyang suddenly realized, nodded seriously, and said, "I will do my best to show the demeanor of the young lady." ”

"Just do your best." Song Shen sat in the carriage, raised his big sleeves, looked at Li Muyang deeply, and said, "I'm tired." ”

After saying goodbye to Song Chenxi, Li Muyang sat back in his carriage.

Thinking of Song Chenxi's last request, there was a feeling of ridicule.

The powerful valve raised more painters, in order to paint portraits of their family members and elders, so as to leave them to future generations to mourn. Even in the palace, there are palace painters, who keep the king and the harem country one by one on the white silk.

With Song Chenxi's status and the degree of favor in the Song family, what kind of painter is she looking for can't find it? Even those court painters in the West Wind Palace can't be recruited and come and go immediately?

Why did she seek out herself to paint a portrait of her?

"Because I'm better than all of them." Li Muyang nodded solemnly, thinking, the old saying is really reasonable: more skills do not press the body. The more things a person knows, the easier it will be to live.

At the beginning, it was just a temporary interest, but I didn't expect to have such a harvest today.

I have to check the memory bank of the black dragon when I go back, and in its long life, I have really learned a lot of magical skills and exercises. If you learn more, you can't tell when you'll be able to use it.

"In time, who else will be given the title of the most beautiful man in Tiandu?" Li Muyang thought in his heart.

God is pitiful, from the waste boy in Jiangnan City, the black charcoal pig, to the beautiful boy who is famous in China today―――――― do you know how hard Li Muyang works?

"Uncle Luo, let's go home." Li Muyang said loudly: "Grandpa Lu, they are still waiting at home." They must have been worried that they hadn't gone back for so long. ”

Luo Xu answered, waving his whip and driving the carriage up again. He knew that Li Muyang's worries were very reasonable, with the importance that the Lu family attached to the young man in front of him, he came alone to see Song Lonely, the famous eye of the starry sky of the west wind, I am afraid that it is difficult for the hearts of the family to be stable, right?

Inside the ox cart, Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue looked at their young lady pitifully.

"Miss, that Li Muyang is a bad person, Miss don't talk to him in the future."

"Yes, the ducklings are so cute, how can they be eaten by hunters? He's a bad guy. ”

Song Chenxi smiled, reached out and pinched the pretty faces of the two little girls, and said, "He is also very kind." ”

"A kindness? What's so kind? The story he told was not good at all, and he said that he was going to eat the duckling, and that the young lady would eat herself――――――-"

"That's because you're both stupid girls." Song Chenxi held the stove in her hand, and her body leaned softly on the thick blanket of the carriage, only in this way would the temperature of her body rise a little, so that she would not feel that it was so cold outside. "He's right, I'm going to eat myself. Everyone should do what they can, so why bother themselves? ”

"I do like the way of Danqing, but my body is too weak. If I work as hard as I did in the past, I'm afraid that ―――――― grandfather will not be able to save me again. Last time, my grandfather told me not to paint again. It was because I begged again and again that he allowed me to paint for a while every day―――――― if I had too strong a sense of ambition to let myself enter the door of the ink path and enter the product, the effort required was not something my body could bear. ”