a little painter

Chapter 11

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"I didn't think about anything, so I just listened to Ziqing, and sold five or two paintings to Mr. Na Luo." Chu Hui straightened his expression slightly. Just do it.

"Then go and come back quickly." Seeing that he listened to the words lightly, Liu Zi was relieved.

"Oh? Ziqing, you haven't said what you want for dinner, so I can buy it for you at home." Chu Hui stepped out of the room and asked as if thinking of something.

"Anything is fine, as long as Brother Chu does it." Liu Zi pressed the impatience in his heart lightly, and replied somewhat perfunctorily.

Hearing this, Chu Hui smiled and frowned again: "Okay, just wait, I'll be home soon."

Watching the man go away, Liu Ziqing realized that Chu Hui's words were a bit unusual, as if he was deliberately emphasizing something, remembering what this man said just now, she raised the corner of her mouth a little funny, home?Is this person so happy just because of the word 'family'? But for some reason, at this moment, her chest seems to be much happier than before.

Chapter 8

Chu Hui finally came to the long-lost overpass again. From a distance, she saw the place where she set up her painting booth. People in twos and threes walked by. Luo Zhen and Li Feng were already waiting there, and there were still a few people who had never met standing beside her. stranger.

After she approached, she was surprised to see that among those people, there was a woman named Shi Shiran standing there, wearing a light gauze mask, wearing a long purple dress, her hair was pulled up high, Holding a carved phoenix hairpin, although only the eyes are exposed, it still makes people unable to take their eyes off.

The group watched Chu Hui unfold the paintings one by one before moving forward.

What Luo Zhen came today was still the peach blossom poem promised by the little painter. He only wanted to get another good poem, and he didn't have any expectations for the painting. After the little artist unfolded the painting, he could not ignore the universe in the painting that he saw at the first glance. If it was said that painting was not as good as poetry before, then now poetry and painting are suitable and complement each other.

Luo Zhen looked carefully, and in his heart he yearned for Chu Chu, the painter on the fallen paper: "Brother Chu, Luo has no intention of disturbing Master Ling, but I only hope that Brother Chu will introduce you to me, and then I want to worship Chu with Brother Chu." "Seniors are teachers"

Chu Hui was stunned, but there were only two poems. What about Mr. Luo? The matter has come to this point, and she is no longer suitable to reveal her identity, so she can only shirk and say: "Mr. But my temperament is very strange, except for being intoxicated with mountains and rivers, I don’t pay attention to common things. These years, I have only heard about him and never seen him. Regarding the recommendation, I am really helpless.”

Hearing what she said, Luo Zhen frowned, his face gradually became grim, and he just stood quietly in front of the painting, lost in thought, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At this time, the woman covered with a veil bowed lightly forward and said: "Since Mr. Chu has been accepted as a disciple by Senior Chu, I think he has obtained the true biography of Senior. I wonder if Mr. Chu can open our eyes."

Hearing this, Chu Hui thought to herself that this should be some lady from a great family, but this time she was really wrong, this woman was not some lady in the boudoir, but the number one in the building: Tao Yuran.

In the only flower building in Jiuqu County, there are many nobles who only sell their arts but not their bodies, and Tao Yuran is the number one among those nobles. He is good at singing, dancing, and poetry. Living in Hualou, her talent is enough to be called a talented woman, so she is quite sought after by some scholars and wits in this county.

Chu Hui nodded slightly in return, showing shame on his face, and said, "I'm stupid, not as good as Master, how dare I show my ugliness in front of you?"

Tao Yuran raised her eyebrows and glanced at the little painter, then she didn't make a sound. She stood in front of the paintings with Luo Zhen and looked at them one by one. She remembered yesterday, when Luo Zhen brought the paintings to the flower building, she thought carefully. After careful observation, the poems are considered to be top-notch, but the paintings are somewhat inconsistent. The poem in front of me is no different from the one I saw yesterday, but the people and objects in this painting are much better.

She deliberately tried to find out who this Chu Chu was, and then looked at the little painter in front of her. Although her eyes were clear, there was a hint of coldness between them, Chu Chu?Chu Hui?She had some guesses in her mind.

"Oh? Then why are you selling today's paintings? This young master bought them all." One of the young men in brocade clothes took two steps and walked up to Chu Hui. He was wearing a dark blue robe with Embroidered with the pattern of an eagle with gold thread, about 20 years old, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, looks very handsome, but the whole person feels a little arrogant, like a high-spirited young man who doesn't know how to feel sad.

This man is the only son of the county magistrate of Jiuqu County. His name is Qian Su. He is a bit arrogant on weekdays, but he has never done anything bad. Moreover, some local ruffians in this county are quite afraid, so some people are still willing to make friends with him. Okay, but Luo Zhen is an exception.

Although Qian Su looks a little idle, he actually has some real skills, but his temperament is a bit arrogant. He and Luo Zhen and others are talents in the same discipline. Ever since he accidentally met Tao Yuran, he has put him in his heart After discovering that Tao Yuran always treated Luo Zhen differently, he got used to confronting Luo Zhen everywhere.

Seeing that the beauties are interested in these paintings, he naturally wants to buy them and give them to the beauties, so as not to be bought by that boy Luo Zhen and then show off in front of Tao Yuran.

Chu Hui opened her mouth and wanted to agree, but when she suddenly remembered Liu Ziqing's exhortation, she paused and said, "I'm really sorry, I agreed to Brother Luo the day before yesterday. Today, Brother Luo is the first. If this son wants to buy it, he will come back tomorrow." Bar"

"Bold, there is no reason to choose people and sell them. Why can't I buy them if Luo Zhen can buy them?" Qian Su was unhappy when he heard that. It is also very important to buy these paintings in front of the girl in front of her and give them to her. This little painter is so ignorant that he dare not sell him.

"Don't worry, my lord. I have already agreed to Mr. Luo. How can I not keep my promise? If tomorrow is still this time, I would like to bring a few paintings from my master's collection. The one with the highest price will get it. What do you think?" Chu Looking back at Qian Su's unfriendly look, he explained patiently, but at this time someone wanted to add fuel to the fire.

"You little painter has a good plan. You can use some poems to make up these low-level paintings. Poetry and painting are such elegant things. How dare you say that the highest price wins. Five taels of silver is already worthy of you." Don't push yourself too far." Standing behind Luo Zhen, Li Feng looked worried when he saw Luo Zhen being rejected repeatedly, but now the little artist dared to reject the county magistrate's son again, so he sneered at the occasion.

"I'm an ordinary person, and I can't climb any elegance. Master, she is also a willful character. She just paints what she wants to paint. It is rare to put poetry into painting nowadays, but should we deny it because it is not common? No, this painting was exchanged for money.”

Chu Hui stared at Li Feng with an unfriendly expression. You were the one who stared at Ziqing endlessly yesterday, you shameless person who still wanted to find fault. My family, Ziqing, would not look at you more. She was full of resentment. She was completely unaware of her strong possessive desire towards Liu Ziqing.