Bo Hao did not hesitate to hand the little scholar thirty taels of silver, took the painting from the little scholar, bowed, cherished and cherished, and thanked him heavily, and was surrounded by a group of classmates, and left with a surprised and solemn face.

The little Confucian named Pinglan was a lively one, and he was about to leave with everyone, but he turned back and asked the little scholar with a smile: "Do you still have Mr. Minghong's posthumous work?"

The little scholar was stunned by his question, then smiled and shook his head.

"I can make a high price!" said Pinglan again.

Bo Hao walked far away, heard Pinglan's words, turned around and shouted: "Pinglan, you are too abrupt, don't lose your manners!"

Pinglan's bright eyes dimmed, pursed her lips, saluted the little scholar, and turned to run.

The little scholar turned his back and looked at the group of people, unable to see his emotions.

Nanfeng leaned closer to the little scholar and whispered, "Isn't it the first time you've imitated someone else's painting? Why can't those people see it? Is your skill already so good?"

The little scholar tilted his head, gently poked my forehead with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "It's not that I'm skilled, it's that they're clumsy." ”

Huh? Is that so?

The little scholar looked at Nanfeng's suspicious look, changed the subject, pointed to his newly painted painting on the table, and said, "Look, how is this painting?"

Nanfeng looked down, was simply startled, and stammered, "This ...... Who is this? You drew it...... Who is ......it? Me?"

The little scholar smiled triumphantly.

Nanfeng looked at this painting as if he was looking in a mirror, not only the facial features were extremely similar, but even the messy hair was not bad at all, of course, she didn't know why he painted her most embarrassed appearance. If there is anything different, it can only be said that she is too thin in the painting, her eyes are deep-set, and her eyes are a little abrupt.

She pouted and said, "Do you think I'm too fat?"

Who knew that the little scholar's smile did not change: "Huh, I don't like it?"

It's obviously an inquiry, but there is an indescribable pampering.

Damn spoiled.

Nan Fenggan laughed twice, put away the painting, stuffed it into his arms, and said, "There is a portrait that is kindness, what else do I dare to choose?"

The owner of the rice paper shop was so surprised that his jaw almost fell when he received the rent of a tael of silver from the little scholar. Looking at his appearance, he should be regretting why he didn't lend more things to the little scholar and earn more rent.

The little scholar pulled Nanfeng out of the rice paper shop and asked seriously, "It's getting dark—what do you want to eat?"

Nanfeng was overjoyed: "Whatever you want, I want to drink, I'm dying of hunger!"

"Wine, what wine?"

"Woman red, I want to drink woman red!"

Who knew that after hearing her usual answer, the little scholar was stunned and looked at her in surprise.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? You don't like it? Or ......"

"No, I like it, I like my daughter Red the most. The little scholar smiled bitterly, "Thank you." ”

Nanfeng didn't know where to start with the word "thank you", so he had to answer: "Hehe, it's good if you're happy." ”

The little scholar pulled Nanfeng's wrist and put on a gentle smile: "Still stunned? Hurry, I'm hungry too!"

The little scholar was very generous, and ordered a plate of steamed fish, a plate of beef in sauce, a crispy bamboo shoot, and a seafood soup in a very stylish restaurant, in addition to two bowls of hot noodles and a pot of fragrant daughter Hong.

There were a lot of guests, but their meals came up quickly.

The dishes look simple, but they are all the signature dishes of this restaurant, which are naturally delicious and delicious, but Nanfeng's favorite is the bowl of noodles in front of him.

The noodles at this restaurant are really good: the noodles are white and even, slightly overflowing with a thick layer of red oil. The red oil is topped with fine minced meat, which is soft and fragrant. The emerald green leaves are crowded inside, adding a bit of color. Pick it with chopsticks, and the poached egg hidden in it jumps out, white and tender, like a newborn baby, take a bite, the undercooked egg yolk flows out, and the yellow is translucent.

Nanfeng sucked the flowing egg yolk, finally freed his mouth, and said vaguely: "You call so many things, we ...... Not...... Can you finish eating?"

The little scholar ate very gently, he gently picked out the noodles, put them to his mouth, blew them twice, and put them in his mouth flatly. When he finished chewing, he looked at Nanfeng and said, "You have been hungry for so many days, how dare I wronged you again?" ”

Oh, this is really comfortable to listen to in the ears, I don't know how many times better than that bullshit boy who treats people as slaves! Nanfeng took a sip of hot soup while holding the bowl, and let his comfort attack his whole body from the inside out.

The little scholar asked, "Why are you alone? Why are you so hungry?"

Nanfeng wiped a wet and oily mouth with his sleeve and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, I originally went out with a person to run errands, but that guy has a bad temper and is cautious, I don't know how to offend him, and he lost it." ”

He ...... Bad for you?"

"It's not good!" she emphasized word by word, "He told me to do laundry, cook, and carry luggage, and he murdered me at every turn, not allowed to do this, not allowed to do that, a good face, it is a waste to put it on his head!"

The little scholar listened attentively, and his eyes suddenly overflowed with sadness and regret.

Nanfeng felt ashamed. Nanfeng is the little scholar's life-saving benefactor, he is very respectful and caring for her, happy with her and worried about her worries. Similarly, her master, Su Chen, was her savior, but she was here to speak ill of him.

She still remembered that in the realm of no return, Su Chen tried his best to save her several times. Su Chen does have a lot of secrets to hide from Nanfeng, and he does always call her and bully her, but his maintenance of her is beyond doubt. If there is no Su Chen, not to mention whether she can live in the realm of no return, even if she uses this immortal body to return to the world, it is absolutely impossible.

But she always forgets about it, she shouldn't have it!

Nanfeng buried his head and ate a large mouthful of noodles, stuffed another piece of sauced beef, covered up the surging messy emotions, and changed the topic and said, "Don't talk about that, let's talk about something else." ”

"Hmm. "He's a bit nasal.

She asked, "What's your name?"

"Xizhou. ”

"I don't believe it. ”

"I don't believe your name is 'South Wind' either. ”

"The name my master gave me. ”

"Your master?"

"Well, it's the person I just mentioned who 'abused' me. I was sick once, and I don't remember anything before, so Master gave me such a name. ”

He thought thoughtfully: "There are many things, it's better not to remember." ”

Obviously a young man who can't help himself, how can he talk so old? Nanfeng asked, "How is it a good method?"

Xizhou didn't say anything about it, and ate noodles by himself.

He didn't say it, and Nanfeng didn't bother to ask, but he was still entangled in the previous question: "What's your name, can you always say it?"

He poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all, his spicy eyes were wet, coughed lightly, and said: "As long as you are called 'Nanfeng', I will be called 'Xizhou'......"