071 Xue Jiaorong

"Painting fan, tell me, what happened in the days when I was away?" Mo Tianyou tried to hold the shoulder of the painting fan with both hands, but she took a step back and dodged.

"Good. I'll tell you." She did not refuse to answer. The veiled face could not see the expression, and there was no emotion in her eyes. She said lightly, as if it was someone else's story. "In those years, after you left, my father fell ill. You know, my father is honest as an official. He has never had any savings, and his income depends on the salary over the years. Lu, that disease almost spent all the savings.

Her eyes were far away, as if she had returned to the helpless past... Her father fell ill, and she served the bed day and night, seeking medical treatment and medicine... But her father's life was lost little by little, like the sand in his hand, which was gradually missing from her fingers, and finally became nothing. She thought that her father would recover from his illness, get better, and smile at her again.

"Dad's illness is caused by years of hard work. In the end, even the doctor was helpless, saying that he was 'withered'..."

The day my father died was on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The drizzle, the slanting wind veins, the darkness and chaos of the world, and I couldn't see a bright moon that should have been close to reunion... That night, his spirit was particularly good. He had long expected that his deadline was coming, so he took advantage of the light to return to her, he explained his last words.

"What did he... say?"

"Dad asked me to go to my cousin who is far away in the capital. He said that his cousin has been close to him since he was a child. In terms of past friendship, she should be willing to take me in. Dad has always been busy with official business, so... he doesn't know about our relationship.

When his father died of illness, all the valuable things in the family had long been sold for treatment. As soon as he died, the court sent his successor magistrates to fill the gap, but no one knew that the honest magistrate in his last life could not even take out the silver he buried when he died.

"My father walked peacefully. After his death, I sold my house and turned it into silver, some of which were used for burial, and the rest were used as coils, and then left for the capital alone. For the sake of safety, I dressed myself as a man.

"What happened when you arrived at the capital? Why did you come to Mingcuifang?

At this moment, Mo Tianyou blamed himself. If it hadn't been for leaving on a whim... What's the importance of Yunyou? There will be many opportunities to go in the future, but there are some time that can't be recovered after it happens. When she was the most lonely, fragile and in need of company, he was alone in the mountains and rivers.

"After I arrived in the capital, I searched for a long time before I found my cousin's house."

My father probably didn't expect that people would change. Maybe when I was young, my father and cousin also had two little unguessing past, and maybe... maybe there was an old relationship. Then after 20 years in a hurry, the innocent girl in those years has become a mature and sophisticated woman.

"My cousin promised to take me in and was kind to me. At first, I really thought she was doing this for her father's face. The corners of the painting fan's mouth held a mocking smile. At the beginning, I was really naive. I really thought that my father's last words could make my cousin take good care of herself and treat her as if she had come out...

"I lived at my cousin's house for more than half a year. She was so good to me that even to my biological daughter... Later, I overheard the quarrel between my cousin and my uncle, and then I understood the reason for the matter."

On that day, after dinner, she had nothing to do and inadvertently passed by her cousin's study.

"I really don't understand what you're thinking. That girl didn't crawl out of your stomach. Is she so good to her?" It's my uncle's voice. Usually, my uncle was extremely dissatisfied with her as an "uninvited guest". He always thought that she was "eating free food" in their house and showed her more than once.

"If you are stupid, you are really not stupid!" My cousin's tone was contemptuous, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who does a losing business?"

"What do you mean?" My uncle still does not know why. She eavesdropped outside the window, but she fell into the ice cellar, cold from top to bottom.

Buy and sell! My cousin regards her as a business, and it is "not losing money"! What on earth is she thinking?

"Look, the girl painting fan's talent in painting and writing is not inferior to any girl from a famous family. If we tell others that she is a daughter from a famous family, I'm afraid others will also believe it. If you marry her out in the future, the bride price..."

If the painting fan has something to understand... No wonder, recently, my cousin has been treating her better than before. She also took her to make a lot of new clothes and bought a lot of bead jewelry. It turns out that... there is such a conspiracy...

"That's it." My uncle suddenly realized and praised, "My wife is still smart..."

The painting fan couldn't listen to it anymore, and the two people in the study left quietly without noticing it.

"A while later, one day, my cousin suddenly came to tell me that she had received the bride price from Fu in the north of the city, and tomorrow she will marry me into Fu's house and fill the house outside Fu."

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high. She sat alone in the room, unaware that her fate was about to change dramatically. It was not until my cousin came into the house and said that she was going to marry her into Fu's house tomorrow that she was like ice and snow. On the surface, she still listened to her cousin's words respectfully and gently, but in her heart, there were waves of waves, and all kinds of ideas flashed by from time to time...

"That Fu family is rich. His wife died not long ago, and now she has a daughter who is still underage. If you marry her in a year and a half, you will give birth to a son and the whole Fu family, it's up to you!" My cousin's expression was thought of her, with unconscious pride.

"But I haven't reciprocated your kindness to me..." She tried to refuse.

"After you get married, you can often come back to see us and not forget us, which is the best reward!" My cousin put her hand on her shoulder. "That's it. Don't you object?"

"My cousin said yes, that's naturally excellent." She took a deep breath and showed her shyness. "Everything is up to my cousin."

On the surface, he pretended to be obedient and finally cheated his cousin. She thought more deeply about her escape plan. My cousin's family is moderate, and there is no wall at home. It's not difficult to escape.

She changed the silk satin that her cousin bought for her, put on the coarse clothes when she first came to the capital, and took off all the jewelry on her head. She didn't take one, and there was nothing in her bag except a few sets of clothes.

"I walked in the capital for a long time. At dawn, I saw the recruitment notice posted by Miss Zhiqing at the door of Mingcuifang. I thought that I was at least a skill, so I participated in the test."

At that time, she was penniless. Looking around, she didn't know where she could go.

Home, because of my father's death, my home is gone. Relatives, this mercenary cousin had no good intentions towards her at the beginning.

Love...

You shouldn't think about him anymore. He hasn't appeared for so long. Maybe he forgot her!

"No, I've never forgotten you." Mo Tianyou defended, "As soon as I came back from Yunyou, I was anxious to find you. As a result, your family was empty. I inquired for a long time before I heard that you may have gone to the capital. I came to Beijing to find you again. I haven't heard from you for more than a year. It was not until a few days ago that I accidentally saw you and the maid go in and out of Mingcui Square.

"So, did I disappoint you? The woman you once loved deeply is willing to degenerate and become a brothel woman!"

"No... It's not your fault. It's a trick. I don't blame you or dislike you. I just beg you, give me a chance."

The painting fan took a deep breath and asked again, "If you see what I look like now, maybe you won't expect the opportunity I gave you so much."

"No. No matter what you become, my feelings for you will never change. Mo Tianyou promised.

The painting fan smiled lightly and took off the veil on his face.

The original beautiful and incoherent face, the half on the left, was full of shocking ulcerative scars, which made her look ferocious.

"Does it still hurt?" He looked at her with pity.

"Don't you think it's terrible?"

"How come? In my heart, your appearance is not the most important thing. What's more, you and I are going to be husband and wife soon." Mo Tianyou held her hand, as if holding a unique treasure in the world.

"To be husband and wife? Don't you think it's a loss of a man's face to marry an ugly wife like me? The painting fan asked further, with low self-esteem, "God bless, you are so handsome that you will definitely marry like a flower. You can forget me."

"How can you forget me? It was my fault that I didn't accompany you at the beginning; now if I make the same mistake again, even I will look down on myself.

"You..." I can't believe I heard it. She opened her eyes in disbelief.

He came forward and hugged her heavily in his arms, as if he would never let go in this life.

A long-term hug, so long that her cold heart gradually melted...

"Painting fan, marry me, let me take care of you for the rest of my life, okay?"

"Good." Murong Xueyan rushed to answer.

"Zhzhiqing..." The painting fan lowered his eyes shyly, "How do you eavesdrop on other people's words?"

"No, I'm doing it openly, okay? It's that you are so forgetful." Murong Xueyan raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Painting Fan, do you remember the poem I told you?"

"Remember, 'It's easy to ask for priceless treasures, and it's rare to have a lover'." The painting fan is read out word for word.

"Then, marry him."

"But Boss Yan's side..." The painting fan showed a difficult face.

"With my friendship with Wushuang, don't worry, she will let you go." Murong Xueyan patted her chest and said with a narrow smile, "Now, it's time to let Brother Mo see your true face, right?"

"True face?"

"Yes." The painting fan smiled, took out the handkerchief and wiped all the "scars" on his face, and a pretty face restored its original snow-white beauty.

"You...you didn't..." Mo Tianyou pointed to her face in shock.

Murong Xueyan patted him on the shoulder vigorously and said with a smile, "Congratulations, you have passed the test!"