Before the five girls could figure out what to do, the Huang family brothers and sisters had already come with a thief's heart.

The fifth girl wanted to stop her, but Huang Zhengqi pulled the person aside, hugged her and kept talking.

She tried her best to flatter, said all the flattering words, and tried to use her own strength to win a daughter-in-law for her brother, and said coquettishly: "Ouch, my sister Xixi, no matter what, we are here, you always want us to try, right?" Don't worry, our family is not a robber of people's daughters, if Sister Yanling doesn't like my brother, we will go back immediately. ”

He also said: "God has the virtue of a good life, we must also have the virtue of adult beauty, as the saying goes, it is better to demolish a temple than to demolish a marriage, right?" ”

The fifth girl was amused, "Then tell me, who told you that I and Yanling were here?" Who will accomplish this good deed? Whose virtue is so good? ”

Huang Zhengqi smiled, "I can be regarded as having an eye to report God in the Ningguo Mansion now." ”

The fifth girl said fiercely: "I used to look at the fourth brother as a cold person, but who knew that when I met you, I would become like this." ”

Huang Zhengqi didn't know how to be ashamed at all, and said happily: "That's also my charming beauty." ”

The fifth girl was amused and angry, and finally said, "Get out!" ”

Huang Zhengqi saw that she was better talking today, so he pulled her and continued to walk outside, "Sister Xixi, let them talk, there is a servant woman with you, nothing will happen." ”

If it was before, the five girls would definitely not follow, but now...... She glanced at Yan Ling and thought about her illness again.

She struggled with it—it would be a good thing to have a man distract her from her obsession with painting, anyway.

So he nodded towards the banquet bell and followed silently. But I followed, but I felt that I was really fooled by Huang Zhengqi, a lonely man and a widow, and Yan Ling didn't understand anything, in case he was coaxed to go, it would not be a good thing.

So she picked up Huang Zhengqi and followed the two of them again, listening to the two of them. When I heard this, I only felt like I was going to faint - Huang Zhengjing was talking to the feast bell with Mingting.

! If I knew that you said that the person in the painting, she wouldn't leave!

However, Huang Zhengqi was a little puzzled, "How did you say that you came with Mingting?" ”

Huang Zhengjing said with a smile: "I got acquainted with Miss Sheng, or because of that painting, so I talked about it. ”

The Feast Bell nodded as well. She wanted to tell him that she had no intention of him, but before she could say anything, he came up and said that the painting, and that the painting naturally had to talk about the husband, and she was rounded up.

Huang Zhengjing saw that her face was still good, so he smiled even brighter.

The fifth girl was so angry that she couldn't speak—okay, I gave you a place to distract her, who knew you would talk to her about this!

She smiled, laughing so hard that Huang Zhengzheng shuddered, feeling that the children of the Ning family were all a little powerful, the third young master Ning was like this, and so were the five girls in front of her.

Huang Zhengqi was related and exchanged a look with her brother: I told you, the fifth sister has a very strong temper!

The two siblings stood together and shrunk back. Feast Ling was a little embarrassed, but he didn't know what the fifth girl was angry about, so he had to explain in a whisper, "Young Master Huang is talking about his past following Ming Ting. ”

Huang Zhengjing nodded, and smiled flatteringly, "Yes, I am also going to paint another painting of Sui Mingting for Miss Sheng." ”

The girl liked his painting skills and talent, so naturally she had to work hard.

When the five girls heard this, they hated to die. She was furious, "Don't paint! ...... at home Not good. ”

Feast Bell's face changed suddenly. She bowed her head with a look of grievance, "It's okay...... It's not good. ”

Ouch! Huang Zhengjing couldn't stand this, and immediately said: "Where is there anything bad, Sui Ming Court is really a good painter, he was fresh and angry back then, and later he was good at dancing with long sleeves, and he has a spirit." Drawing, I'm most afraid of painting to death. If you want to paint vividly, you have to have this spirit. I have painted so many paintings, but I can only draw them with the spirit of the Ming Court. But this kind of person is rare in the world, very rare, I can't meet a few in my life, Miss Sheng has never seen it before, and now when I see what I painted, I must have seen the hunting heart, and I appreciate it very much. ”

The eyes of the feast bell lit up little by little. She nodded, "Yes, that's right. I have seen so many people, I have painted so many people, but there is nothing like him, as soon as I paint him, people live. ”

Huang Zhengjing immediately followed her meaning and said, "That's exactly the truth!" When painting people, the most important thing is to draw bones. It's easy to paint the skin, but it's hard to draw the bones. Some people are born with good bones, so they naturally have to be painted. ”

Feast Bell nodded frequently, "Yes, the wind bone is the heaviest, and the skin is second." ”

Huang Zhengjing saw that she admired herself so much, he was a little proud, and he was a little comfortable to meet a confidant. As soon as he turned around, he saw that the eyes of the fifth girl became more and more fierce, and he looked at him as if he was looking at a fool, and he felt that he might have said the wrong thing again.

He was puzzled, but fortunately, he ate a few more years than the fifth girl, and he didn't care about her, nor did he think much about it, so he just continued: "Miss Sheng, I have also seen Sui Mingting when he was a child, do you want to see the childish picture?" ”

Nowadays there are also genres of painting. For example, those who draw pictures of ladies like to paint women and women in the boudoir, and most of the women are over fifteen years old.

The Sui Mingting that he and Miss Sheng painted now is also fifteen or sixteen years old, if there is a saying, it is called a male picture.

There are many people who paint women, but few people who paint men, but women are much more beautiful than men. Everyone pursues beauty, and naturally no one looks down on men - there are few people who buy anyway.

Similarly, childish drawings are rarely drawn. Childishness is only innocent, not beautiful.

It's not easy to sell.

But talking about money is a vulgar thing, Huang Zhengjing felt that Miss Sheng was by no means a layman, and sure enough, he saw that her eyes lit up, and she nodded like pounding garlic, "Okay, okay." ”

Huang Zhengjing only felt that his chest was numb, "I'll go back and paint today, and I'll give it to you tomorrow." ”

Feast Ling nodded again and again, and saw that the fifth sister was glaring at the side, and hurriedly said, "But Young Master Huang, I have something to tell you." ”

Huang Zhengjing cheered up, "What words?" ”

Feast Ling glanced at the fifth sister and Miss Huang and said, "Let's go and talk...... You wait for me. ”

The five girls knew what the feast bell wanted to say. So she hesitated again...... Compared with Sui Mingting, it is obvious that Huang Zhengjing is a little better. At least a living one.

I regretted that I shouldn't have glared at him just now.

She sighed, feeling so capricious that she didn't know what she wanted for a while.

She stood aside with a sad face, Miss Huang Zhengqi thought that Yan Ling had a good impression of her brother, otherwise why would the fifth sister, who had never agreed with the two, sigh?

Soon, though, it was her turn to sigh.

After the feast bell finished talking to Huang Zhengjing, he pulled the five girls away, and Huang Zhengjing quickly asked, "What did Yan Ling say my sister said?" ”

Huang Zhengjing: "Say she has no intention of me." ”

Huang Zhengqi instantly drooped his face, "Then what should I do?" ”

Huang Zhengjing was not discouraged at all: "It doesn't matter, I'm not familiar with her, and I didn't mean to be right." Men chasing women, next mountain, the first time I saw this mountain, I haven't climbed it yet, do I have to give up? ”

That's not his character.

When Miss Huang heard this, she suddenly felt full of pride, "Brother, it's good, show your determination to farm, and one day you will get what you want." ”

She clenched her fists, "Ah Mei will always help you." ”

Young Master Huang Zhengjing smiled, and then said, "Wait for me to go back and draw a picture with Mingting." ”

Miss Huang: "I'll grind it for you!" ”

She said sincerely: "When Sui Mingting was alive, I shouldn't have thought that he still had the potential to be a matchmaker." ”

Huang Zhengjing: "Yes, he is really a good person. ”

The two were grateful to Sui Mingting, and Young Master Huang Zhengjing also said: "When my marriage is completed, I will go and burn some paper money for him." ”

Huang Zhengqi: "According to the common etiquette, he is also a matchmaker, so buy him a pig's head to pay tribute." ”

Kyoto rules, matchmakers can get a pig's head to eat.

Two brothers and sisters, you say a word to me, and imagine a better future. At this time, the good man 'Sui Ming Ting' was standing in front of the Suijia Courtyard.

The courtyard was sealed, and the ruins in front of the door were broken, and the fallen leaves were all over the ground, exuding a sense of gloom.

He reached out and pulled the yellowed seal that had been attached to the door, and it fell. He looked down at the seal for a long time, and then pushed open the dusty courtyard that had been sealed for four years.

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- Daddy, I'm going to start looking into your case.

You have knowledge under the spring, and you hope to help me.

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