Zhao Yetai was accustomed to the stranger's stunning attention, and nodded to the girl as if it were always eloquent.
The girl came back to her senses, her pink cheeks turned red, and then she smiled shyly and continued to walk.
In the east wing, Zhao Hui shouted: My charcoal, feed, how do you grab charcoal?
Bo Yu said: Sorry, Master Zhao, I can’t give you the charcoal from the main room; if I give it, I will compensate you if I have lost my body.
Soon, the curtain of the main hall of the east wing was raised, and the thin woman walked out of the room with a charcoal basket.
Unfortunately, the girl on the veranda happened to walk to the ground at the door, and the two of them collided. With a roar, the thin woman on the ground loosened the charcoal basket in her hand, and the charcoal strips were spread out from the basket.
Zhao Hui chased out of the room. Seeing the woman in a mess, she clapped her hands and said with a smile: It's right!
In a blink of an eye, there was a girl with a red coat sitting on the ground nearby. She looked pure and beautiful. Her eyebrows were frowned due to pain, and she frowned with the charm of the West.
Zhao Huipity was so moved that she asked: Girl, aren't you hurt? Look at you, Bo Wu, don't you have eyes when you walk, and hit someone else's girl! She wants to help someone
The girl in the red coat hurriedly avoided it, stood up by herself, rubbing the painful parts of her hands and feet, and walked towards the thin woman and asked: Godmother, are you okay?
It didn't matter, Bo Wu threw her turbid eyes at the girl with red coat and asked: Xiaoyue, why did you come at this time?
Xiaoyue smiled and said: The master told me to ask the painter Zhao Zijian from the east wing to talk.
Song Dagu brought his family to the village for fun, and only the first-class maids in the capital were brought to everyone. The following second-class maids bought new people in the village as a way to serve as
Xiaoyue is one of the new slaves. She sent her to Song Daguyuan and recognized Bo Weng and his wife as their relatives. She always went to Huijinyuan to talk about her family every day.
Zhao Hui fell in love with Xiaoyue at first sight and always came forward to show his gratitude.
In order to avoid the traces of his gentleman's kindness, he walked with Ye Bairen and Zhao Ye and went to the south room where Bo Weng and his wife lived to chat with them and Xiaoyue.
Ye Bairen would not sleep early, so he would pull Zhao Ye as his companion
Because it is useful to Zhao Ye, he no longer has any sarcastic attitude towards Zhao Ye.
Zhao Ye's wing, due to his temporary residence, he was inconvenient to walk around in the Song family's village. Most of the time he stayed in Huijinyuan, chatting with Bo Weng and his wife would relieve his boredom.
A few times, Zhao Hui discovered that Xiaoyue had red eyes twice when she came, and because of her question, the woman sighed: She looks good, and the maid from this house excludes her.
Zhao Hui patted his thighs, why are these maids so shameless?
Bo Wu said: Some maids want to climb high branches to be concubines, for fear that Xiaoyue will look outstanding and will get in the way. Xiaoyue has just entered the village and has no relatives. She was bullied and could only go to the remote place of Huijinyuan to cry secretly. The old man ran into comforting her several times, and then accepted her fucking relatives.
Zhao Hui kept holding on to Xiaoyue
Xiaoyue was silent about her own experience and gradually felt sorry for her.
She said: The sisters who came from this house were picking at me all day long, beating and scolding me if they had anything to do, and they often sent me to do errands during meals. When I had time to have free time, the leftovers in the kitchen could not fill their stomachs. Fortunately, they were with my godfather and my parents, and they helped me to help me like my biological parents. Life was not so difficult to endure.
She was born innocent and innocent, and she looked desolate and her tears flashed, and her appearance was very charming.
Zhao Hui couldn't help but sigh: Beauty is poor
Zhao Ye comforted Xiaoyue, the people who came from this house would return to Beijing sooner or later
Xiaoyue said in a low voice: Well, I'm looking forward to that day, and the village will be clean. Before that, the sisters in this house want to fight. I can avoid it anyway, so I just want them not to ask me for trouble at any time.
After she talked, she was inspired by her feelings: It is difficult for a wealthy family to be a human being, and it is even more difficult to be a servant. I hope one day, I can make up my wealth and get out of my slavery.
Zhao Hui had no idea of praising Xiaoyue for success and tried her best to urge her to save money to redeem her life
Zhao Yeze asked Xiaoyue what plans were when she left the Song family.
Xiaoyue smiled strongly, I don’t know yet. I took advantage of the years to find out what is the right place to accommodate you.
Zhao Hui asked: Miss Xiaoyue, where are your family members?
Xiaoyue said sadly: My parents are gone, only uncles and uncles are left. But when I go back, I probably teach them to sell them again. If I don’t want to get married, I’ll exchange my betrothal gift.
Zhao Hui blurted out: Want a bride price? Don't go back
Xiaoyue said: Yes, I won't go back
She was weak but determined. No matter how hard I worked at my uncle's house, I was always hungry and cold, beaten and scolded me day and night, and sold me as a goods. I would rather wander outside and never go back
When Zhao Ye heard this, he couldn't help but think of his little Wanwan, who also suffered a lot of similar hardships at his parents' home.
He asked Xiaoyue what kind of life he planned to make a living because he was alone in the future, and he made suggestions on Xiaoyue's wishes
Zhao Hui strongly advocates that women should not think about making money outside, and finding an honest and reliable man to marry is just the right thing, and it will be done once and for all.
Later, Xiaoyue was going to go back to Song Dagu courtyard. The woman brought her a bag of oil paper. It was covered with steamed buns. If the maids didn't let you eat, use it to fill your stomach.
Xiaoyue smiled and thanked her and accepted her
The steamed bun was made out of the pocket of a thin woman. Zhao Ye tasted it because he couldn't afford good ingredients and had a rough taste.
The woman with thin eyesight was not good enough and could not see Xiaoyue's movements clearly. Zhao Ye glanced at the corner of her eyes nearby. When Xiaoyue took the oil paper bag, she gestured to the shape of a lotus finger.
After that, Zhao Ye went to Song Dagu Courtyard to draw a small statue every morning, and Xiaoyue greeted him on the way back to Huijin Courtyard and asked the woman for her livelihood.
Two men and women are in the age of beautiful years, both of whom are beautiful, and one is an alien painter. They stop on the way to chat, and the servants are looking at each other.
Xiaoyue felt it and blushed and said: We are too flirting with our eyes, so it is better to talk to the remote place.
Zhao Ye said: Let's talk on the road, otherwise, it would be the same when Bo Weng said at night that he was alone and widowed to hide in a remote place to talk, and to teach people to see it, and to remind the girl to be criticized, that would be bad.
Xiaoyue was stunned and smiled gratefully: I was not careful in thinking, thank you for planning for me.
She and Bo Weng and his wife distinguished their ages, called the older Zhao Hui as the painter of the Great Zhao and Zhao Ye as the painter of the little Zhao
Zhao Ye taught Xiaoyue to come and chat with him two or three times, and breathed out his mouth to Zhao Hui. At some point in the morning, it seemed that Xiaoyue was in free time. Zhao Hui tied him up on the excuse of seeing Song Dagu at that time, but in fact he went to the yard to chat with Xiaoyue, which tripped Xiaoyue.
One night, Zhao Hui pulled Zhao Ye to the south wing room to chat. Xiaoyue was crying in the room, rolled her sleeves to her elbow, and taught her forearm to apply it with a cloth wrapped in ice and snow.
Zhao Hui hurriedly asked: What's going on?
The thin woman blushed and said: Xiaoyue agreed in the room, answered the master's question a few times, and then taught the eldest girl to find a reason to beat her! Look, you guys, such a ruthless move!
The thin woman moved the cloth bag and Xiaoyue's forearm exposed. Her arm taught that the melted snow water in the cloth bag was wet, the white skin was swollen, and several clear blue and red marks on the top were actually injured.
Zhao Hui stomped his feet heavily and cursed: Poisonous woman! Xiaoyue, I'll rub it for you
Without waiting for Xiaoyue to agree, he grabbed her hand and wanted to rub it, but his fingertips touched the blue marks on Xiaoyue's hand and blurted out: Oh, it's so soft!
Xiao Yuefei blushed and pulled her hands hard. The Bo Wu angrily said: "Master Zhao, Painter!"
After all, Zhao Hui is a guest, and Bo Weng is not easy to offend, so he had to smooth things over. He persuaded everyone to persuade Xiaoyue for a while. In order to divert Xiaoyue's sorrow, Bo Weng asked about Zhao Hui and others' paintings.
Everyone talked about the progress of the painting. Zhao Ye was the fastest and planned to hand over the painting to return home in a few days. Everyone agreed to say goodbye to Zhao Ye that night
When it was almost bedtime, Xiaoyue left. Zhao Hui saw his sweetheart walk away step by step, and sighed mournfully.
He planned to drown his sorrows by drinking, but he thought drinking alone was boring, so he asked Zhao Ye to accompany him.
Zhao Ye always refuses to drink, but he agrees in one gulp this day
The two of them drank against each other under the lamp. When Zhao Hui was slightly drunk, Zhao Ye asked: Brother Zijian, you first massaged the blue wound for Miss Xiaoyue, saying "It's so soft", but it means soft skin?
Zhao Hui said: Naturally, is there any skin in the girl’s house not soft?
There are also hard ones
Zhao Hui slapped the table, you deliberately argued, did I touch Xiaoyue's hand or you? I patted my chest to ensure that her hands were soft and tender, so easy to touch
He poured himself a glass of wine and squinted his eyes and sighed: I am determined to marry a beautiful lady in my life. Unfortunately, whenever the girl in and outside the capital has a little beauty, she will have to pay a lot of money for a lot of brides. God bless me and teach me to meet Xiaoyue... an orphan girl with no trust in her relatives, so I can only give more attention. She doesn't get it as easy as picking ripe fruits? When she raises half of her money, I will pay my other half...
Zhao Ye asked: I think Brother Zijian is not short of such a small amount of money, why not just help Miss Xiaoyue redeem herself now?
Zhao Hui looked at Zhao Ye with a fool's wink, wouldn't it be as expensive as marrying a girl outside?
After saying that, he sneezes and rubs his nose and complains: Yes, although the east wing is more noble than the west wing, it is cold in winter and hot in summer
A few days later, Zhao Ye painted a small statue of Song Dagu under the window of the west wing. Du Changchun changed his past lukewarm style and visited him.
The small statue of Song Dagu has actually been perfect, and Zhao Ye still rendered the characters in the painting in detail. Du Changchun asked: How many layers do you usually dye the small statue?
Zhao Ye replied: Usually there are dozens of layers until I am satisfied.
This takes a lot of effort
To draw well, it is worth it
Du Changchun nodded slightly and said: This is the way he should paint. Although his tone is light, he exudes a sense of affirmation.
He asked again: Ask: Have you been close to Zhao Zijian recently? He called him the character Zhao Huibiao by calling him
At night, I often teach my son and brother Jian to search for him, and I gossiped about Bo Weng and his wife
Beware that guy Zhao Zijian told people that you are handsome and restless, attracting bees and butterflies, and advised Mr. Song not to let you enter the house in the future, and ask you to paint.
Zhao Ye said seriously: Thank you for reminding the young master that he should avoid suspicion. Unless Song Weng calls him, he will never leave Huijinyuan easily.
Du Changchun said: I see everything you do for others. When Mr. Song asked, I told him too
Zhao Ye thanked him, Du Changchun shook his hand, Zhao Zijian did not want to improve his painting skills, but instead slandered his colleagues and cut off his future. The painting world cannot allow villains to be proud of the literati invited by Song Weng in the neighboring courtyard. Zhao Zijian often visited him, and probably chewed maggots with them a lot. You try to clarify, don't suffer any loss.
Zhao Ye should be so, and Du Changchun said again: If you confront him, he will ask you who sent the news...
Zhao Ye wanted to wait and said that he would not give up Du Changchun, so as not to remind the other party to be kind and get involved in right and wrong. Du Changchun slapped his chest and said: Tell the villain what I said!
Time flies. That day, Zhao Ye completed the small statue as scheduled and sent the painting to Song Dagu's residence for delivery. After the work was completed, he walked back to Huijinyuan. Xiaoyue was already waiting in the corridor.
Xiaoyue walked to Zhao Ye, Xiao Zhao painter... As soon as she started talking, she wiped the corners of her eyes
The servants came and went on the road, and could not help but secretly pay attention to Xiaoyue's tears in front of Zhao Ye.
Zhao Ye took advantage of the ceremony and retreated quietly, setting apart from the two.
What's the matter with me, the girl?
Before Xiaoyue could speak, tears fell first. Xiao Zhao painter delivered the small statue today, so it's time to set off tomorrow and return home.
good
In the evening, Huijinyuan said goodbye to Xiao Zhao's painter. I have something to do and can't get out of it. Therefore, I say goodbye to you first and thank you for these days. Thank you for teaching me many things in my career. I hope one day I can repay this kind of kindness.
Xiaoyue looked at Zhao Ye, Jianshui's eyes were full of tears, full of gratitude, respect and sadness. A beautiful and slender girl looked at people with such a look, which was very easy to make people feel moved and soft-hearted.
Of course, it is easy to get gossip
Some servants in the corridor do not hide their meaning of peeping, and they can almost tell from their inquiry that these people are making up gossip in their heads.
Zhao Ye immediately said goodbye and turned back to Huijinyuan
In the evening, everyone in Huijinyuan drank and chatted in the main room hall, but they didn't know that when everyone was drunk, a figure quietly sneaked into the west wing while the night was covering it, and hid in the other side of the bedroom.
Finally the banquet ended, and the two of them walked into the west wing
Zhao Hui said: No restrictions, you can't drink enough, you can't walk on the road if you eat some wine, and I have to support you
Zhao Ye responded vaguely, dragged his footsteps and staggered towards the bedroom with Zhao Hui to the bedroom and left. The person who had sneaked into the west wing waited for two more minutes. After the sound of the bedroom was silent, he walked quietly.
The bedroom was pitch black, and the extremely thin moonlight shone through the paper window toward the bed. Someone was vaguely wrapped in a quilt and lying towards the inner wall, snoring slightly
The person who sneaked into the room unbuttoned his clothes, took off his clothes, and drilled into the bed...
The girl came back to her senses, her pink cheeks turned red, and then she smiled shyly and continued to walk.
In the east wing, Zhao Hui shouted: My charcoal, feed, how do you grab charcoal?
Bo Yu said: Sorry, Master Zhao, I can’t give you the charcoal from the main room; if I give it, I will compensate you if I have lost my body.
Soon, the curtain of the main hall of the east wing was raised, and the thin woman walked out of the room with a charcoal basket.
Unfortunately, the girl on the veranda happened to walk to the ground at the door, and the two of them collided. With a roar, the thin woman on the ground loosened the charcoal basket in her hand, and the charcoal strips were spread out from the basket.
Zhao Hui chased out of the room. Seeing the woman in a mess, she clapped her hands and said with a smile: It's right!
In a blink of an eye, there was a girl with a red coat sitting on the ground nearby. She looked pure and beautiful. Her eyebrows were frowned due to pain, and she frowned with the charm of the West.
Zhao Huipity was so moved that she asked: Girl, aren't you hurt? Look at you, Bo Wu, don't you have eyes when you walk, and hit someone else's girl! She wants to help someone
The girl in the red coat hurriedly avoided it, stood up by herself, rubbing the painful parts of her hands and feet, and walked towards the thin woman and asked: Godmother, are you okay?
It didn't matter, Bo Wu threw her turbid eyes at the girl with red coat and asked: Xiaoyue, why did you come at this time?
Xiaoyue smiled and said: The master told me to ask the painter Zhao Zijian from the east wing to talk.
Song Dagu brought his family to the village for fun, and only the first-class maids in the capital were brought to everyone. The following second-class maids bought new people in the village as a way to serve as
Xiaoyue is one of the new slaves. She sent her to Song Daguyuan and recognized Bo Weng and his wife as their relatives. She always went to Huijinyuan to talk about her family every day.
Zhao Hui fell in love with Xiaoyue at first sight and always came forward to show his gratitude.
In order to avoid the traces of his gentleman's kindness, he walked with Ye Bairen and Zhao Ye and went to the south room where Bo Weng and his wife lived to chat with them and Xiaoyue.
Ye Bairen would not sleep early, so he would pull Zhao Ye as his companion
Because it is useful to Zhao Ye, he no longer has any sarcastic attitude towards Zhao Ye.
Zhao Ye's wing, due to his temporary residence, he was inconvenient to walk around in the Song family's village. Most of the time he stayed in Huijinyuan, chatting with Bo Weng and his wife would relieve his boredom.
A few times, Zhao Hui discovered that Xiaoyue had red eyes twice when she came, and because of her question, the woman sighed: She looks good, and the maid from this house excludes her.
Zhao Hui patted his thighs, why are these maids so shameless?
Bo Wu said: Some maids want to climb high branches to be concubines, for fear that Xiaoyue will look outstanding and will get in the way. Xiaoyue has just entered the village and has no relatives. She was bullied and could only go to the remote place of Huijinyuan to cry secretly. The old man ran into comforting her several times, and then accepted her fucking relatives.
Zhao Hui kept holding on to Xiaoyue
Xiaoyue was silent about her own experience and gradually felt sorry for her.
She said: The sisters who came from this house were picking at me all day long, beating and scolding me if they had anything to do, and they often sent me to do errands during meals. When I had time to have free time, the leftovers in the kitchen could not fill their stomachs. Fortunately, they were with my godfather and my parents, and they helped me to help me like my biological parents. Life was not so difficult to endure.
She was born innocent and innocent, and she looked desolate and her tears flashed, and her appearance was very charming.
Zhao Hui couldn't help but sigh: Beauty is poor
Zhao Ye comforted Xiaoyue, the people who came from this house would return to Beijing sooner or later
Xiaoyue said in a low voice: Well, I'm looking forward to that day, and the village will be clean. Before that, the sisters in this house want to fight. I can avoid it anyway, so I just want them not to ask me for trouble at any time.
After she talked, she was inspired by her feelings: It is difficult for a wealthy family to be a human being, and it is even more difficult to be a servant. I hope one day, I can make up my wealth and get out of my slavery.
Zhao Hui had no idea of praising Xiaoyue for success and tried her best to urge her to save money to redeem her life
Zhao Yeze asked Xiaoyue what plans were when she left the Song family.
Xiaoyue smiled strongly, I don’t know yet. I took advantage of the years to find out what is the right place to accommodate you.
Zhao Hui asked: Miss Xiaoyue, where are your family members?
Xiaoyue said sadly: My parents are gone, only uncles and uncles are left. But when I go back, I probably teach them to sell them again. If I don’t want to get married, I’ll exchange my betrothal gift.
Zhao Hui blurted out: Want a bride price? Don't go back
Xiaoyue said: Yes, I won't go back
She was weak but determined. No matter how hard I worked at my uncle's house, I was always hungry and cold, beaten and scolded me day and night, and sold me as a goods. I would rather wander outside and never go back
When Zhao Ye heard this, he couldn't help but think of his little Wanwan, who also suffered a lot of similar hardships at his parents' home.
He asked Xiaoyue what kind of life he planned to make a living because he was alone in the future, and he made suggestions on Xiaoyue's wishes
Zhao Hui strongly advocates that women should not think about making money outside, and finding an honest and reliable man to marry is just the right thing, and it will be done once and for all.
Later, Xiaoyue was going to go back to Song Dagu courtyard. The woman brought her a bag of oil paper. It was covered with steamed buns. If the maids didn't let you eat, use it to fill your stomach.
Xiaoyue smiled and thanked her and accepted her
The steamed bun was made out of the pocket of a thin woman. Zhao Ye tasted it because he couldn't afford good ingredients and had a rough taste.
The woman with thin eyesight was not good enough and could not see Xiaoyue's movements clearly. Zhao Ye glanced at the corner of her eyes nearby. When Xiaoyue took the oil paper bag, she gestured to the shape of a lotus finger.
After that, Zhao Ye went to Song Dagu Courtyard to draw a small statue every morning, and Xiaoyue greeted him on the way back to Huijin Courtyard and asked the woman for her livelihood.
Two men and women are in the age of beautiful years, both of whom are beautiful, and one is an alien painter. They stop on the way to chat, and the servants are looking at each other.
Xiaoyue felt it and blushed and said: We are too flirting with our eyes, so it is better to talk to the remote place.
Zhao Ye said: Let's talk on the road, otherwise, it would be the same when Bo Weng said at night that he was alone and widowed to hide in a remote place to talk, and to teach people to see it, and to remind the girl to be criticized, that would be bad.
Xiaoyue was stunned and smiled gratefully: I was not careful in thinking, thank you for planning for me.
She and Bo Weng and his wife distinguished their ages, called the older Zhao Hui as the painter of the Great Zhao and Zhao Ye as the painter of the little Zhao
Zhao Ye taught Xiaoyue to come and chat with him two or three times, and breathed out his mouth to Zhao Hui. At some point in the morning, it seemed that Xiaoyue was in free time. Zhao Hui tied him up on the excuse of seeing Song Dagu at that time, but in fact he went to the yard to chat with Xiaoyue, which tripped Xiaoyue.
One night, Zhao Hui pulled Zhao Ye to the south wing room to chat. Xiaoyue was crying in the room, rolled her sleeves to her elbow, and taught her forearm to apply it with a cloth wrapped in ice and snow.
Zhao Hui hurriedly asked: What's going on?
The thin woman blushed and said: Xiaoyue agreed in the room, answered the master's question a few times, and then taught the eldest girl to find a reason to beat her! Look, you guys, such a ruthless move!
The thin woman moved the cloth bag and Xiaoyue's forearm exposed. Her arm taught that the melted snow water in the cloth bag was wet, the white skin was swollen, and several clear blue and red marks on the top were actually injured.
Zhao Hui stomped his feet heavily and cursed: Poisonous woman! Xiaoyue, I'll rub it for you
Without waiting for Xiaoyue to agree, he grabbed her hand and wanted to rub it, but his fingertips touched the blue marks on Xiaoyue's hand and blurted out: Oh, it's so soft!
Xiao Yuefei blushed and pulled her hands hard. The Bo Wu angrily said: "Master Zhao, Painter!"
After all, Zhao Hui is a guest, and Bo Weng is not easy to offend, so he had to smooth things over. He persuaded everyone to persuade Xiaoyue for a while. In order to divert Xiaoyue's sorrow, Bo Weng asked about Zhao Hui and others' paintings.
Everyone talked about the progress of the painting. Zhao Ye was the fastest and planned to hand over the painting to return home in a few days. Everyone agreed to say goodbye to Zhao Ye that night
When it was almost bedtime, Xiaoyue left. Zhao Hui saw his sweetheart walk away step by step, and sighed mournfully.
He planned to drown his sorrows by drinking, but he thought drinking alone was boring, so he asked Zhao Ye to accompany him.
Zhao Ye always refuses to drink, but he agrees in one gulp this day
The two of them drank against each other under the lamp. When Zhao Hui was slightly drunk, Zhao Ye asked: Brother Zijian, you first massaged the blue wound for Miss Xiaoyue, saying "It's so soft", but it means soft skin?
Zhao Hui said: Naturally, is there any skin in the girl’s house not soft?
There are also hard ones
Zhao Hui slapped the table, you deliberately argued, did I touch Xiaoyue's hand or you? I patted my chest to ensure that her hands were soft and tender, so easy to touch
He poured himself a glass of wine and squinted his eyes and sighed: I am determined to marry a beautiful lady in my life. Unfortunately, whenever the girl in and outside the capital has a little beauty, she will have to pay a lot of money for a lot of brides. God bless me and teach me to meet Xiaoyue... an orphan girl with no trust in her relatives, so I can only give more attention. She doesn't get it as easy as picking ripe fruits? When she raises half of her money, I will pay my other half...
Zhao Ye asked: I think Brother Zijian is not short of such a small amount of money, why not just help Miss Xiaoyue redeem herself now?
Zhao Hui looked at Zhao Ye with a fool's wink, wouldn't it be as expensive as marrying a girl outside?
After saying that, he sneezes and rubs his nose and complains: Yes, although the east wing is more noble than the west wing, it is cold in winter and hot in summer
A few days later, Zhao Ye painted a small statue of Song Dagu under the window of the west wing. Du Changchun changed his past lukewarm style and visited him.
The small statue of Song Dagu has actually been perfect, and Zhao Ye still rendered the characters in the painting in detail. Du Changchun asked: How many layers do you usually dye the small statue?
Zhao Ye replied: Usually there are dozens of layers until I am satisfied.
This takes a lot of effort
To draw well, it is worth it
Du Changchun nodded slightly and said: This is the way he should paint. Although his tone is light, he exudes a sense of affirmation.
He asked again: Ask: Have you been close to Zhao Zijian recently? He called him the character Zhao Huibiao by calling him
At night, I often teach my son and brother Jian to search for him, and I gossiped about Bo Weng and his wife
Beware that guy Zhao Zijian told people that you are handsome and restless, attracting bees and butterflies, and advised Mr. Song not to let you enter the house in the future, and ask you to paint.
Zhao Ye said seriously: Thank you for reminding the young master that he should avoid suspicion. Unless Song Weng calls him, he will never leave Huijinyuan easily.
Du Changchun said: I see everything you do for others. When Mr. Song asked, I told him too
Zhao Ye thanked him, Du Changchun shook his hand, Zhao Zijian did not want to improve his painting skills, but instead slandered his colleagues and cut off his future. The painting world cannot allow villains to be proud of the literati invited by Song Weng in the neighboring courtyard. Zhao Zijian often visited him, and probably chewed maggots with them a lot. You try to clarify, don't suffer any loss.
Zhao Ye should be so, and Du Changchun said again: If you confront him, he will ask you who sent the news...
Zhao Ye wanted to wait and said that he would not give up Du Changchun, so as not to remind the other party to be kind and get involved in right and wrong. Du Changchun slapped his chest and said: Tell the villain what I said!
Time flies. That day, Zhao Ye completed the small statue as scheduled and sent the painting to Song Dagu's residence for delivery. After the work was completed, he walked back to Huijinyuan. Xiaoyue was already waiting in the corridor.
Xiaoyue walked to Zhao Ye, Xiao Zhao painter... As soon as she started talking, she wiped the corners of her eyes
The servants came and went on the road, and could not help but secretly pay attention to Xiaoyue's tears in front of Zhao Ye.
Zhao Ye took advantage of the ceremony and retreated quietly, setting apart from the two.
What's the matter with me, the girl?
Before Xiaoyue could speak, tears fell first. Xiao Zhao painter delivered the small statue today, so it's time to set off tomorrow and return home.
good
In the evening, Huijinyuan said goodbye to Xiao Zhao's painter. I have something to do and can't get out of it. Therefore, I say goodbye to you first and thank you for these days. Thank you for teaching me many things in my career. I hope one day I can repay this kind of kindness.
Xiaoyue looked at Zhao Ye, Jianshui's eyes were full of tears, full of gratitude, respect and sadness. A beautiful and slender girl looked at people with such a look, which was very easy to make people feel moved and soft-hearted.
Of course, it is easy to get gossip
Some servants in the corridor do not hide their meaning of peeping, and they can almost tell from their inquiry that these people are making up gossip in their heads.
Zhao Ye immediately said goodbye and turned back to Huijinyuan
In the evening, everyone in Huijinyuan drank and chatted in the main room hall, but they didn't know that when everyone was drunk, a figure quietly sneaked into the west wing while the night was covering it, and hid in the other side of the bedroom.
Finally the banquet ended, and the two of them walked into the west wing
Zhao Hui said: No restrictions, you can't drink enough, you can't walk on the road if you eat some wine, and I have to support you
Zhao Ye responded vaguely, dragged his footsteps and staggered towards the bedroom with Zhao Hui to the bedroom and left. The person who had sneaked into the west wing waited for two more minutes. After the sound of the bedroom was silent, he walked quietly.
The bedroom was pitch black, and the extremely thin moonlight shone through the paper window toward the bed. Someone was vaguely wrapped in a quilt and lying towards the inner wall, snoring slightly
The person who sneaked into the room unbuttoned his clothes, took off his clothes, and drilled into the bed...
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