Chapter 52 Standing in the painting workshop, you are a scholar, and scholars are not allowed

Point ink into a pen, and the leaf petals are also like flowers. Those who are obsessed with painting should be distracted and concentrate on one heart. Such a person can be called a painting idiot.

The yellow-shirted woman wrote a sheep's hair and drew blooming lotus flowers and buds on the thin rice paper. The ink-colored lotus petals and flower stems began to become the pink foil on the thin paper. As she continued to paint the paper, a pink lotus flower gradually appeared on the paper. Open the picture.

After finishing the painting, the arm-like show gradually stopped, and naturally did not forget to stop brushing and washing ink. The ancient and fragrant stone inkstone was covered, and whether it was purple or sheep hair in the hands of the yellow-shirted woman, they were thrown into the clear bucket one after another.

Suddenly, the brush fell and the clear water made a click again, and a circle of weak ripples rolled up. The ink and peach color slowly dispersed from the clear water to the surroundings, making a few faint lotus flowers faint again in the clear water, which looked particularly enchanting. However, in the end, these lotus-shaped ink disappeared in the stirring of the yellow-shirted woman's pen.

The ink on the rice paper was gradually dried, and a lotus scene gradually took shape.

Mr. nodded a little and first woke up from the previous intoxicated mood. He stood on the drawing table with his hands behind his back, and his wise eyes carefully looked at the lotus picture laid on the wooden table. There was no praise or criticism, but said slightly, "The painting has a scene, empty to godless, pen and ink are inch by inch, not ordinary heart."

After listening to her husband's words, the yellow-shirted woman lowered her head in shame, and a blush of shame quietly rose from her cheeks like jade snow lotus and spread to her neck.

Lin Yi, who was in the back, gradually woke up from his obsession. He returned to the realistic painting workshop and was not surprised by the ingenuity of the yellow-shirted woman, but his previous words made him meditate and keep thinking silently.

However, no matter how he fantasizes, he can't understand how to solve his meaning?

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"Sir, a group of soldiers came outside, threatening to capture the new teenager, and the leading general asked him to hand him over." Zhu Moyang suddenly broke into the studio and lowered his head. He didn't look as bored as before and said anxiously.

"Oh? There is such a thing." The gentleman sighed slightly and looked away from the ink painting. He looked out of the courtyard gate through the wooden window of the studio and did not see a trace of human figure, but there was a sound of horses kicking in his ears, and even behind these annoying horseshoes, there was the sound of metal hit by various weapons.

Mr. seemed to be not interested in these soldiers. He gently raised his eyebrows, turned his eyes to Zhu Moyang, and then said, "Why did I ask you sit next to the gate before?"

When Zhu Moyang heard this, he sighed and hurriedly hugged his fist and said respectfully, "Sir, he warned his disciples to stand by the door to let those who should come in and those who should not come in be rejected."

"In that case, what are you coming here to report to me?" The gentleman looked at him with reproach and said unhappily.

"Yes, my disciple understands." Zhu Moyang was not frightened by his slight anger, but answered with a smile.

Turning around and walked out of the door, Zhu Moyang waved his hand when he went out this time. There was no anxiety all over his body, and there was no panic in his heart. In a trance, he became very proud as if he had been trained by something.

Lin Yi marveled at Zhu Moyang, who walked out of the door and knew what those soldiers meant. Since he had no intention of bothering others, he had to solve all these problems by himself. Therefore, he turned his head to look at the unpredictable gentleman, bowed and hugged his fist and said, "Thank you for yesterday's noodle money to relieve Xiaosheng's hunger. Today, Xiaosheng came only to pay back those noodle money. Fortunately, he couldn't help but be fascinated when he saw the young lady painting. Now, Xiaosheng has left."

Lin Yi said and took out a piece of silver from the storage bag, more than ten taels, and then gently put it on the painting table.

Mr. looked at him and never spoke, but smiled faintly. However, because of Lin Yi's words at this moment, the yellow-shirted woman turned her head and looked from shame. After she saw Lin Yi's appearance, she couldn't help but become very surprised and stunned.

Lin Yi in the eyes of the yellow-shirted woman looked like a teenager, with a beautiful face and looked a few years younger than herself. However, when Lin Yi also turned his eyes to her, she found that the depth of the other party's eyes puzzled her.

Because Lin Yi's eyes are deeper than the boundless sea and deeper than the blue sky when night falls, the yellow-shirted woman is confused.

Lin Yi looked at the woman in yellow and found that the person in front of him was really beautiful, at least better than the woman he had known before. The woman hung a faint crimson, and the consternation on her pretty face gradually turned into a smile like bathing in the spring breeze. The reason why she was beautiful was that she could calm down and take a good look.

"Green silk loose shawl, half swept the tail of the hair, green scarf wrapped around the neck, yellow shirt covering the face. When the smile is clear, dimples appear on both sides, gently fanning the butterfly feathers, and the world is charming. If you want to ask Lin Yi what else has in his mind at this moment, then there is only this two-to-unlimited poem. After all, the woman in front of him looks like this. Although she is not like a dream, she is beautiful, particularly beautiful and very durable.

"The troubles outside are all caused by Xiaosheng alone, which has nothing to do with Brother Zhu. I have to solve this matter by myself. Thank you for your kindness. Xiaosheng has said goodbye!" Lin Yi withdrew his eyes looking at the woman in yellow, bowed to Mr. Jiaohua, and turned around to leave.

At this moment, the gentleman, who had only said 16 words before, glanced at the silver on the table and said leisurely, "The teenager has a heart!"

Mr.'s words were exactly the same as what Lin Yigang met Zhu Moyang when he came in. Lin Yi couldn't help but be slightly stunned and secretly said that Zhu Moyang was really an interesting person and had learned his words and deeds.

"You pay me back with ten taels of silver, which is more than several times more than the noodles I paid before. Do you want me to take time to pay you back?" The gentleman continued.

There is always a faint smile on his face, and the gentleman gives people a very kind feeling, as if as long as he talks to him, even the most grumpy person will become calm and no longer strong.

So, Lin Yi also feels this way at this moment.

He looked at the generous face on his face of his 40s, and then looked at his very beautiful eyebrows, with long black hair and shoulders, and his not-thigh body looked so free, as light as the breeze.

"Xiaosheng didn't mean it. As the saying goes, the kindness of dripping water should be rewarded. Yesterday's noodle money is timely rain for Xiaosheng. Now Xiaosheng's hands are already rich, and he should repay him twice as much. Moreover, he asked Brother Zhu to stop those official soldiers. I'm afraid he will paint Moyan. Fang is in unnecessary trouble, and Xiaosheng is not a person who relies on others, so..."

Before Lin Yi finished speaking, the woman in yellow next to him smiled, and the silver bell-like voice couldn't help greening the two tender leaf peach blossoms outside the courtyard, like a beautiful piece of music.

She gently covered her mouth with her green fingers, which was simple but charming. In this era, Lin Yi knew very well that the daughter of an eunuch family or a noble rich family was so reserved and euphemistic, so he didn't think so. What made him not understand was why the other party laughed and why he laughed?

"Mr. is an upright and righteous person, and everything the teenager has done before has been seen by him. Moreover, the fat teenager was originally the most child of the Xiao family in Laocheng. Usually, he always takes pleasure in making trouble. It is reasonable for the teenager to teach him a lesson." The woman in yellow said slowly.

Her voice was very pleasant, and she was delicate and crisp. Then she said, "If the teenager has to walk in Liaocheng in the future, he should be more careful of the people of the Xiao family, because the owner of the Xiao family is famous for his shortcomings, and I'm afraid he will continue to look for the troubles of the teenager. Of course, if you can become a student of Mr., then These troubles will no longer exist."

"Thank you for your kind warning, but you should solve the problems by yourself, instead of relying on others to avoid them." Lin Yi is a little stubborn.

He doesn't want to rely on others for small things that he thinks are very simple, and he doesn't want to receive gifts and favors from others for no reason, because he knows that only kindness is the most difficult to repay.

"Ha ha, the teenager is a reasonable person, but my Moyan painting workshop also has its own rules. The person standing in the painting workshop is my Changwei student. Even if you leave immediately, as long as you have not stepped out of this studio, I can't hand you over. Mr. Chang Wei's words were affirmed, as if Moyan Painting Square had quietly become a safe and reliable mountain behind Lin Yi. He continued, "Although I know you have enough ability to escape from those soldiers, the Xiao family's soldiers are more than tens of millions. You killed a small team outside the door, but can you kill thousands of troops when the soldiers came to the city?"

Lin Yi listened to Mr. Chang Wei's words, and the full confidence in his heart suddenly became extremely faudible. Moreover, his deep eyes also turned into chaos in an instant, but he looked very calm.

He was lost in thought, cold and quiet, cold and calm, so he became calm.

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