In these years, the favorite thing for dignitaries and literati to do was to find a few famous prostitutes to accompany them, and then recite poems against each other, and be elegant.

Only in this way can you show your compulsion.

Although Sun Mo is not a native of Kyushu, he understands this atmosphere, this is like going to Starbucks for coffee, if I don't take a photo and send it to Moments, wouldn't I spend so much money in vain?

"Uncle Zheng, I got my heart, people, you can take it back!"

Sun Mo refused, very simply.

"Sun Mo, I have no malicious intent!"

Zheng Qingfang heard that Sun Mo was a little unhappy, his brows furrowed, and he was a little confused, could it be because Sun Mo liked men?

Zheng Qingfang couldn't have imagined that Sun Mo didn't like this kind of behavior of treating people as gifts, because it was too normal.

"I understand. ”

Sun Mo hurriedly squeezed out a smile, it was his hypocrisy.

You must know that in the Song Dynasty, the famous master Su Shi who wrote the famous story "Red Cliff Fu" through the ages, but he had the experience of giving away pregnant concubines.

In those days, it wasn't a big deal!

Old Man Zheng sent himself a slave who had been carefully trained for ten years, which was worthy of himself.

"Okay, but if you need anything in the future, you must tell me!"

After Zheng Qingfang finished speaking, he waved his hand: "You go and wait outside!"

Xia Heru was pardoned, and finally avoided this level, after she gave the salute, she immediately went out, as if she was afraid that if she took a slow step, Sun Mo would change her attention.

Dong He frowned, gritted his teeth, poofed, and knelt down: "Master, please forgive the slave and maid for being brave, Dong He wants to stay and take care of Teacher Sun's daily life." ”

Xia He, who had just walked out of the living room, stiffened his steps and looked at Dong He, this woman is crazy, right?

To tell the truth, as long as you are a descendant, no matter who sleeps with you, you can mix up a concubine position, maybe you don't have a good life, but you definitely don't have to be called like a cheap servant.

"Presumptuous!"

Zheng Qingfang scolded, he just looked at Dong He, but the experience of decades of court struggles had already made him sharp-eyed, and with just a glance, he guessed Dong He's thoughts.

This woman wants to use Sun Mo as a springboard to restore her free body!

Sun Mo is very gentle and kind, he has received at least two million taels because of the White Bird Dao, but the life he lives now is still simple.

A family with a little money, who doesn't give their son a maid, but Sun Mo made money himself, and he didn't buy it!

It is conceivable that when Dong He arrives at Sun Mo, she can do daily cleaning, and there is no hard work for her to do, if Sun Mo takes the students to the Dark Continent to practice, and will not come back for two or three months, then Dong He will be considered a big holiday.

If Dong He is insidious enough, he can also use Sun Mo's reputation to force him to give up the deed of sale, after all, as a famous teacher, he has a conflict with his servants, and it is a famous teacher who is ashamed.

Donghe was startled, and quickly kowtowed like pounding garlic.

Bang! Bang!

Donghe's head slammed into the floor as she begged for mercy.

"Master, I was wrong, I don't dare!"

Donghe was afraid, for people like Zheng Qingfang, no matter how beautiful a woman looked, it was useless, and if he angered him, he would be punished.

"Don't knock. ”

Sun Mo's brows furrowed deeply, this was the first time he had seen the humble appearance of the servant.

Yes, these servants who signed the deed of sale are worse than civilians, they are just an object, to put it mildly, the head of the family beat them to death, just find an excuse to steal, go to the yamen to report, there is no.

Sun Mo's words made Donghe even more panicked and harder.

"Don't knock, don't you hear?"

Zheng Qingfang is very unhappy, your appearance not only shows that I have no way to be the emperor, but also makes Sun Mo feel that I am mean.

It would have been a good thing, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

Sun Mo has a very important status in Zheng Qingfang's heart, so Master Zheng cares so much about his image, don't let Sun Mo dislike himself.

Winter Lotus lay on the ground like a frightened quail.

"Master Sun, you just leave her!"

Gu Xiuxun, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel compassion, this girl would probably give it to other men in the future when she went back, so it was better to stay by Sun Mo's side than that.

At least Sun Mo is a good person and will not abuse her.

"No, don't dare, how can I be virtuous, how can I deserve to stay by Teacher Sun's side?"

Donghe's voice panicked.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, get up, I'll take you to bandage it!"

Sun Mo commanded.

Donghe didn't have Zheng Qingfang's order, so he didn't dare to get up at all.

"Master Sun's words are my words, you have to listen to them!"

Zheng Qingfang scolded.

"The slave has written it down!"

Donghe got up, and Sun Mo saw that her head was broken, and her face was covered with blood.

"Uncle Zheng, you're right, I really need someone to clean up here, then I'll be disrespectful!"

Sun Mo's heart softened.

This girl, after all, has contributed favorability, and if she can pull it herself, just pull it!

Sun Mo's house always had medicine and bandages, and he took Donghe to the study to help her bandage.

Looking at Sun Mo's cheeks, Dong He suddenly felt that the adventure just now was worth it.

If you were another man, who would care about you?

"Does it hurt?"

As soon as Sun Mo said this, Donghe's tears couldn't be stopped any longer, overflowing his eyes, cutting his cheeks, and falling to the ground.

It's been so many years that no one has cared so much about themselves.

Bite!

+100 friendship from Winter Lotus, Friendliness (150/1000).

After Sun Mo finished helping Donghe bandage, he went out of the study and pointed to the corridor: "The third room in the east is the guest room, you go and rest first!"

After settling Donghe, Sun Mo returned to the living room.

Xia He, who was standing at the door, suddenly regretted a little when he saw this scene, should he also stay? No, he was going to be the life of the young grandmother of the Zheng family.

Donghe, a stupid woman, this step is definitely wrong.

"Hey, this matter, I was abrupt. ”

Zheng Qingfang sighed.

"Uncle Zheng's words are serious!"

Sun Mo smiled: "I don't have any thank-you gifts, so let's help you draw a picture, right?"

When Zheng Qingfang heard this, his spirit was suddenly shocked, and the old dog who smelled the smell of meat suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Sun Mo.

"Is that okay?"

Zheng Qingfang was excited.

"Let's go to the study!"

Sun Mo led the way first.

As soon as Gu Xiuxun entered, he couldn't help but praise: "Master Sun, the layout of your study is good? And the four treasures of the study are all high-end goods!"

"I don't know, it's all cleaned and prepared by Ziqi!"

Sun Mo explained.

Hearing this name, the corners of Zheng Qingfang's mouth twitched a little, and he was going to remind Sun Mo of it, but he finally gave up.

Gu Xiuxun grinds and lays rice paper.

"I'll do it!"

How dare Donghe go to sleep, the first time they meet, this is the time to leave a good impression on the new owner, so even if you are not feeling well, you have to resist.

Sun Mo took the pen, and after thinking about it in his mind, he dipped it in ink and put it down.

The spring rain stopped at the beginning, and the colorful glow shone all over.

On the grass in the suburbs, there is still dew, and in the distance, there is a ten-mile long pavilion, and there are swallows returning from the north, stopping on it to rest.

The stream is rushing, and the willow trees on both sides have been cut out of the buds by the spring breeze in March.

More than ten minutes later, a picture of spring has jumped on the page.

"I didn't see it, Sun Mo's painting skills are actually good!"

Gu Xiuxun was a little surprised, and then glanced at Zheng Qingfang, and her brows furrowed.

Sun Mo's painting is good, but it's not the level of a famous painter?

"Will it become a famous painting?"

Zheng Qingfang stared at the rice paper, looking nervous and apprehensive, emotionally, he wanted to see the birth of a famous painting, but reason told him that it was too difficult.

Famous paintings are all obtained by chance, even if they are famous painters who have mastered the third realm of wonderful brushstrokes, they dare not guarantee that the Zhang Zhang they painted are all famous paintings.

After the general background was drawn, Sun Mo began to draw people, because he has master-level Chinese painting figure painting skills, so this is his strength.

A few strokes later, under the willow tree, a girl with a kite appeared, and she stood on tiptoe and looked down the avenue.

She is known for her delicate hands, without powder, and her pure breath jumps on the paper.

Suddenly, on the left side of the picture, there is a half-horse formed, and on the horse, it is a turbid son, holding a fan in his left hand, believing that the horse is reined.

In the distance, by the stream, there were a few children who were catching fish, and a little girl accidentally fell in, and the big brother next to him was trying to pull him up.

And in the woods, on the grass, there is a couple of men and women who have no guesses whispering.

Sun Mo brewed his emotions, and as he painted, he became sad.

In this world, there must be many children like Donghe, I really hope that they can be reunited with their parents and family, instead of being trafficked at a young age, and can only be slaves and maids for the rest of their lives.

If it were modern times, they wouldn't have graduated from junior high school, but now, in order not to be beaten and scolded by the master, they live cautiously.

The wolf in Sun Mo's hand lit up.

The surrounding aura began to gather here.

"It's ......"

Gu Xiuxun's face was full of horror, this can't be the realm of wonderful strokes, right?

No, no, how old is Sun Mo, and he doesn't have much time to practice painting on weekdays, if he paints a famous painting, then it is too cruel to other old guys who are in the realm of wonderful brushwork and can't get it?

Zheng Qingfang was excited, and pinched the flesh of his palm with his nails hard, so that he could not control his unhappiness and scream out.

On the grass, more than a dozen teenage child servants dragged paper kites and ran around, their clothes soaked with sweat and their faces full of exhaustion, but no one dared to stop.

In the distance, under the long pavilion, there is a banquet, and several rich-to-rich children in gorgeous clothes are chatting while drinking tea while looking at the paper kites in the sky.

Sun Mo's technique is too clever, Gu Xiuxun looked at it at a glance, and immediately felt empathy, and realized the happiness of these rich children.

There was a young girl, standing outside the long pavilion, yelling at the child servants, as if to let them run faster, and at the same time, she was telling a girl with a red tooth board to sing quickly away, not to disturb their Yaxing.

In the stream, a few barefoot servants were not idle, cleaning a few spring horses.

This was originally a picture of a happy spring tour, but as the images of these child servants and girls were tired from work came to life, they changed a little.

Rumble!

As Sun Mo's last stroke fell, those aura spots came and attached to the rice paper, coloring it.

"Wonderful...... Brilliant strokes?"

Donghe exclaimed in surprise, and then quickly covered his mouth, if he disturbed the birth of a famous painting, the master would definitely peel off his own skin.