Seeing Zhao Hongrun staring at Miss Su unscrupulously, Lu'er, who was a little disgusted with him, immediately stood up angrily.
"Miss, you have seen it, and you have listened to the music played by the lady. You should leave quickly!"
She pushed Zhao Hongrun, trying to drive him away.
After all, her plan is to help her young lady find a rich and powerful young man to rely on. In her eyes, Zhao Hongrun is too young and does not look like a rich young man. In this case, she will continue to keep him.
What are you doing here?
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" Zhao Hongrun was a little unhappy, thinking that I haven't seen enough yet. I've been blind for fourteen years, at least let me get my money back today, right?
"What else can I do? I'm telling you to leave."
"I don't." Zhao Hongrun glanced at Xiao Lu'er and said angrily: "I have spent fifty taels of silver anyway, and you have driven me away before I even looked at it. Your waterside pavilion is too much."
It’s easy to make money.”
"Isn't it just fifty taels? One time, a rich man spent five hundred taels, and the lady didn't even see him. Are you still not satisfied? Get out, get out, get out."
"Only fifty taels? You're a little girl, and your tone is quite impressive."
"Little girl? You're a fourteen-year-old brat. How dare you call me little girl? I'm sixteen, do you know that?"
"Oh? Really?" Zhao Hongrun stood calmly in front of her, directly exposing the fact that Lu'er was a head away from him.
There is no way, why is the food in the palace so good that the princes develop earlier than ordinary children?
"You, you, you, you're so mad at me!" Lu'er angrily pulled Zhao Hongrun's sleeve.
Seeing this scene, Miss Su was really dumbfounded. She quickly stopped her and said, "Lu'er, please don't be rude. Get out of here."
Seeing Miss Su speaking, Lu'er stopped her hand in frustration and asked somewhat unhappily: "Miss, how long will you keep this bad boy?"
"How long..." Miss Su thought to herself, since she was a guest invited into the house, how could there be any reason to drive them away?
She couldn't help but glance at Zhao Hongrun.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not leaving." Seeing Miss Su looking at him, Zhao Hongrun said quickly: "It's fifty taels anyway. I just took a few glances. It's so easy for you to earn money."
Miss Su couldn't help but feel a little funny when she heard this, and asked gently: "I wonder what other instructions Mr. Jiang has?"
Zhao Hongrun thought for a while, pointed to the drinks on the table in front of him and said, "How about you come and have a drink with me?"
"Eh?"
Miss Su frowned when she heard this, wondering why this young master from an unknown family was so keen on such things at such a young age.
She declined politely and said: "My family is not good at drinking."
"I'm not good at drinking... Then that's okay. Is there a sommelier? You pour me some wine and I'll drink it."
"..."
Miss Su was a little unhappy. She thought to herself, did she treat me like one of those wine girls?
She thought for a moment and said, "Thank you for your understanding, sir, but there are no such rules here."
"What a broken place." Zhao Hongrun muttered unhappily, looked at Miss Su and asked: "So Miss Su, I don't know how you are willing to come here?"
Miss Su was stunned when she heard this. When she was thinking about how to deal with this difficult little guest, she suddenly heard Zhao Hongrun clapped his hands and said, "Okay, I just tested my piano skills. Now let's compete again to test our painting skills. If you
If you lose, how about you come over and have a few drinks with me?"
"Compare your painting skills?" Miss Su was slightly moved, wondering, could it be that Mr. Jiang in front of me not only has excellent piano skills, but is also quite proficient in painting skills?
"How?" she asked.
I saw Zhao Hongrun looking around at the "Crane Pictures" hanging on the walls around him, and said with a smile: "I have a good idea of Miss Su's level, so I won't bother Miss Su to write... Get the pen and ink."
"What's that? Is he mocking the white crane I painted?"
Seeing that her proud works were being ridiculed, Miss Su couldn't help but feel a little angry, and her tone became a bit colder: "Lu'er, get the pen and ink."
"Yes." Lu'er took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the inner room behind the curtain, and placed it on the small desk in front of Zhao Hongrun with a straight face.
"No need for paper." Zhao Hongrun waved his hand and then faced the back wall. Under Miss Su's surprised gaze, he casually pulled down all the "Crane Pictures" hanging on the wall, regardless of whether they were torn or not.
Just throw it aside.
"You, you, you...are you so rude? These are the paintings that the lady painted with great care." Lu'er screamed angrily and picked up all the paintings distressedly.
Seeing this scene in Miss Su's eyes, she was also very angry and didn't understand what Zhao Hongrun meant.
At this moment, Zhao Hongrun bent over the inkstone on the table and picked up a paintbrush. He turned around and said to Miss Su with a smile: "It seems that Miss Su likes cranes very much? In that case, let me draw a crane too."
As he spoke, he drew directly on the white wall with his brush. The brush in his hand was swaying freely, as if he didn't need to think about it at all, and he sketched a white crane with fluttering wings on the white wall at an extraordinary speed.
Different from those white cranes painted by Miss Su, this white crane is so thin that only its skeleton is left, but the more so, the more it reflects the fairy spirit of the crane.
"That's..."
Miss Su couldn't help but clenched her fists.
What did she see?
She saw that on the white wall, in just a few blinks, a smart crane appeared, standing on one foot in what she thought was mud, croaking loudly, and fluttering its wings, as if to fly towards the wheel.
The rising sun reaches the sky one day.
Lifelike, like a living thing.
After a few strokes, Zhao Hongrun filled in another line of words on the left side, with gold hooks and silver strokes, flying dragons and phoenixes.
"The crane cries in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the sky"
After writing this sentence about cranes from the Book of Songs, Zhao Hongrun threw away the brush in his hand and turned to look at Miss Su.
"Bang bang bang..."
Looking at the painting, Miss Su felt her heart beating wildly.
"He...he can actually understand my thoughts?"
Her whole body tensed up involuntarily, and her seductive little mouth pursed tightly unconsciously.
Her eyes were fixed on the agile crane that was fluttering its wings and ready to fly towards the rising sun.
"Even if one foot is stuck in the mud, can you still sing high in the sky, can you also flap your wings and soar in the sky...?"
Miss Su turned her eyes to look at the rising sun accompanying the clouds, her heart beating fiercely.
"He...he is comparing me to this crane? Then...is he the rising sun that belongs to me?"
She couldn't help but start thinking wildly, and her cheeks started to feel hot.
"Why... why did you choose this sentence?" Miss Su's voice trembled slightly.
Because she felt that the sentence "The cranes roared in Jiugao and the voices were heard in the sky" pierced her heart like a sharp spear, making it difficult for her to maintain her usual calmness and tranquility.
"Strange...what is she doing?"
Zhao Hongrun was a little surprised as to why Miss Su became so excited. She shrugged and said, "Because I think this sentence is the most powerful. Don't Miss Su think so?"
"Qi...momentum?" Miss Su was stunned when she heard this, and then her heart sank, and she couldn't help but feel disappointed in her heart.
"Oh, he didn't understand. Ah, after all, he is just a fourteen-year-old child... How could he understand?"
"The slave family lost."
With a long sigh in her heart, Miss Su slowly stood up, walked gracefully to the small table in front of Zhao Hongrun, and slowly knelt down opposite him and sat down.
Looking at Miss Su again at such a close distance, even Zhao Hongrun, who had lived in the palace for a long time, couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He really agreed with those words. She was as beautiful as jade, shining brightly.
Looking at the young master who was only fourteen years old in front of her, Miss Su became more and more curious.
"How long has Mr. Jiang learned painting skills? It can't be another half a month, right?" She asked curiously while pouring wine for Zhao Hongrun.
"Painting? I've been studying it for three months!" Zhao Hongrun also sat down.
"You have such painting skills in three months?"
Miss Su felt a little bitter in her heart, but with a smile on her face, she asked puzzledly: "Why does it take only half a month to learn piano, but three months to learn painting?"
"Of course there is a reason for this." At this time, Zhao Hongrun also sat down, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"What's the reason?" Miss Su asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongrun looked straight at Miss Su, and suddenly said with a smile: "You have a few drinks with me, and I'll tell you."
Miss Su looked up at the rising sun painted on the wall, and then at Zhao Hongrun's smiling and tender face. A trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and she finally said softly: "Lu'er, add one."
Wine glass.”
"Eh?"
Lu'er stared at her young lady with wide eyes. She couldn't figure out how that fourteen-year-old poor and bad boy could let her young lady Su drink with her.
But now that the young lady had spoken, she had no choice but to purse a wine glass from the inner room and place it in front of Miss Su.
Miss Su raised her hand to pour a glass for herself, and then looked at Zhao Hongrun with a lively look. Seeing that he was looking at her intently, her pretty face blushed slightly, she held the wine glass and took a sip, until the wine touched her lips.
"oh oh--"
Looking at this scene intently, Zhao Hongrun felt that his whole body was on fire, as if his whole body was electrified, sore and numb, and felt extremely comfortable.
Maybe this is the so-called saying that if you are not drunk, everyone will get drunk.
"I've had a drink as promised, Mr. Jiang, can you tell me?" Seeing Zhao Hongrun staring at her intently, the blush on Miss Su's cheeks became more and more intense.
"Okay, it's okay to tell you. The reason why I learned painting is to paint... such beautiful scenery." He raised his hand and gently lifted up a small strand of Miss Su's long hanging hair, calmly
said.
"Eh?"
Miss Su's whole body froze, her beautiful eyes widened unconsciously, looking at the other party in disbelief.