Chapter 108 This painting is worth a thousand dollars
Only then did Huang Rong see clearly that the slender mouthparts in front of the mouths of these bees had a little bit of honey stuck on them, and then dripped into the celadon bowl.
There was half a bowl of water in the bowl, and a layer of yellow honey had dripped from the bottom of the bowl.
This swarm of bees was caught by Jingzhou from the ancient tomb.
After he came to this world, the centipede on his wrist came to life.
This centipede could control swarms of insects, so he came up with the idea of trying to control the Jade Bee in the ancient tomb.
In the original work, the Seven Quanzhen Sons suffered greatly from the jade bee, and Zhao Zhijing died tragically from the bee venom.
Later, he discovered that the centipede really could control the swarm of bees, so he brought a nest back and placed it by the window of his house.
This Yufeng is a good thing. Not only is it dense, fresh and sweet, but it can also be used to fight enemies.
When he went there, he didn't know if Little Dragon Girl was brought back to the ancient tomb. It would be a pity if he came to this world a few years later and could still see the fairy Leng Meier.
Because there were bees in the house, Huang Rong did not dare to speak loudly for fear of angering the group of jade bees. She stood in front of the door and watched for a long time before she whispered:
"My boss, are you there? My boss?"
Huang Rong was still thinking about her sweet and sour fish and wanted Jing Zhou to see her cooking skills.
This guy, the fish he ate yesterday was actually said to be delicious. He is really a country bumpkin who has never seen it in the market.
She cooked whatever dishes she wanted, and they were much more delicious than those cooked by Lao Wangtou!
Huang Rong glanced inside a few times. The room was not small, and it was empty all around. Only a few bookshelves in the middle blocked her sight.
"The layout of this house is a bit strange. It's very different from the one on Peach Blossom Island." Huang Rong whispered, and when no one answered her, she walked inside.
When she reached the bookshelf, she saw clearly that behind the bookshelf was a table with a stack of paper on it, and behind the table was an empty bed.
"Haha, this bastard is not here. Let me see what the hell you wrote like a talisman." Huang Rong clapped her hands with a trace of amusement on her face.
Since there was no one there, she boldly looked through the things on Jingzhou's table.
Linjiangxian·Lingyu
I remember the morning makeup on the precious mirror, the plum blossoms surrounding the red building, the bun with clouds on the temples, the crazy gold thread music, and the phoenix head.
The warm smoke of the magpie tripod trembles, and the majestic and delicate curls of the tea pot. The luan and flute return to the old sorrow. When spring hates the secret, who can complain about it.
After reading the lyrics, Huang Rong only felt that there was a very beautiful girl in front of her who was thinking about herself: "I wonder which girl Lingyu is? Could it be Xiao Ling'er's lady? By the way, where does this bastard look all day long?
Maybe you have some bad thoughts in mind when you send someone a message. This bastard’s mind moves too fast and he’s not a good person!”
"Let's take a look at what he wrote below. What this guy wrote still has some literary talent."
Putting this poem aside, Huang Rong looked at the following things again.
"Bah, you know this bastard is not a good person. He, how can he draw, how can he draw such shameful... things..."
Underneath the song "Linjiang Immortal" was a painting, which showed a beautiful woman in a half-undressed shirt, with her alluring body looming, which made Huang Rong blush instantly.
She had never seen this kind of painting before, and she only felt ashamed and angry.
Huang Rong looked around again to make sure there was no one. Her mind returned to the painting and she thought to herself: "Could this woman be Ling Yu? Hmm, I'll take a few more looks. Anyway, there's no one in this room."
As she watched, she actually felt a sense of inferiority.
"How could there be such a person~"
Huang Rong lowered her head and looked at her soft spot, murmured in a low voice, and then turned to the next piece of paper.
"he......"
Immediately, Huang Rong's eyes widened and her face turned red and hot.
"Does the painting look good?"
"Good-looking, um...when did you come?"
Reacting to Jingzhou's voice, Huang Rong quickly hid the painting behind her, feeling frightened and frightened.
She was paying attention outside just now, but she didn't notice Jing Zhou standing behind her.
If this bastard found out that he was looking at that kind of painting, wouldn't he be given another excuse?
At this time, Huang Rong was in a panic.
Seeing the embarrassment on the face of the girl in front of him, Jingzhou said with a smile: "It's not good to peek at other people's things. If you haven't taken them out yet, could it be that you think my paintings are too beautiful and you are reluctant to part with them?"
Jing Zhou was quite confident in his painting skills. Although he painted a lot on weekdays, he was just enjoying himself.
Unexpectedly, the first person to see his great work was Huang Rong.
"I didn't peek, I, I came... I came... to ask you to come down for dinner.
Thinking of the purpose of coming here, Huang Rong hardened her tone, raised her head and looked into Jingzhou's eyes and said: "You haven't gotten up since it's past midnight. The sweet and sour fish I made for you won't be delicious when it gets cold. I'm here
I asked you to go down for dinner!"
This girl refused to admit it, and Jingzhou was afraid that if he kept insisting on this topic, he would make Huang Rong anxious.
"Okay, isn't it just a painting? Seeing that you like it so much, I'll give it to you, Master. This painting is hard to find, and there is only one in the world!"
This painting is not only hard to find, but also a priceless treasure in the eyes of people of the same faith!
If a senior official from Ximen came across it, it could be sold for at least two thousand gold.
If Zeng Shushu saw, ahem, a rabbit with three legs, a turtle with long hair, or a hedgehog without a tail, he could take whichever one he liked, just pick it!
As long as Feng Huifeng has it, except for Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao, I'm afraid he can take it out!
If Feng Huifeng doesn't have it, he will try his best to get it for you!
"I got a treasure from the young master for nothing. Feng Rong, why don't you hurry up and get some more dishes for the young master? Whose Jade Flute Listens to Falling Plum Blossoms, Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night, how can one dish be enough for the young master to eat?"
Jing Zhou remembered that when Huang Rong saw Guo Jing for the first time, she ordered four fruits, four dried fruits, and four candied fruits. The dishes included lychee white kidney, fried mandarin duck tripe, and deer tripe stuffed with Jiangyao.
After all, why is it that when I get here, it’s just a dry dish of sweet and sour fish?
Could it be that Guo Juxia is tall and thick and has an amazing appetite?
After hearing Jing Zhou's words, Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, put the painting behind her on her chest, and trotted out quickly.
She felt her skin was getting hot now that someone had discovered such a shameful thing.
Huang Rong ran to the kitchen by accident and realized: "How does this bastard know whose jade flute listens to the falling plum blossoms and the twenty-four bridges on the moonlit night?"
"Forget it, it's easier for you bastard, huh!"
Suddenly thinking of the painting again, Huang Rong softened immediately, picked up the kitchen knife, and started moving it "bang bang bang".
Huang Rong was very clever and quick at cooking. She had these two dishes ready in a short time.
After cursing a few words, Huang Rong put the food in the food box and then carried it up to the second floor.
This person was holding a Longquan celadon bowl in his hand and was leaning against the window, feeling very relaxed. She felt angry for no reason.
"Whose jade flute listens to the falling plum blossoms, and the twenty-four bridges are illuminated by the moonlit night. I spent a lot of effort to do this!" After saying that, Huang Rong placed the plate heavily on the table and threw it to Jing Zhou. Next to me, I picked up a pair of chopsticks and started eating by myself.
Pour the honey water in the bowl into the cup and drink it all in one gulp. Jingzhou smiled and said, "If you hadn't cooked this dish, do you think you could sit next to me, young master, and eat?"