Annan Marquis Mansion.
The weak person lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
"Someone come, someone come..." he shouted anxiously.
The servant pushed the door open.
"Hurry! Go and find my mother!" His face was full of fear.
It hasn't reached that point yet, it hasn't reached that point yet...
He prayed in his heart.
…
In front of the general's mansion.
The painter picked up his pen.
"From the marks that showed under the veil when he spoke, I could roughly draw the outline of the lower half of his face."
As he spoke, he added two simple strokes to the face, making the figure's appearance clearer.
"It's him, Master Shihan's servant." Song Yi also recognized him.
"Rong Shihan is handsome, so I'll just say it's true..."
"Although I don't despise homosexuality, I am quite opposed to asking people to draw it and spread it everywhere."
"Boycott? You've seen a lot of boycotts..."
The people at the table started to joke in low voices.
"You're talking nonsense!" Mrs. Hu immediately jumped up and shouted, "Rong Yubai, it's already this late, and you're still slandering me!"
"You rotten-hearted person, what on earth are you thinking of when you slander your cousin like this?"
Mrs. Hu felt a chill running straight to the top of her head, and her anger almost crushed her rationality.
She didn't dare look at the face in the painting.
The moment she saw his eyebrows and eyes, she knew who it was.
At this moment her heart had fallen to the bottom.
"Whether it's nonsense or not, we'll know if someone comes to identify him." Rong Yubai said, "Come on, go to the Marquis of Annan's mansion and invite him over."
"Stop! Don't go!"
"You officials are protecting each other. This was all planned by you... You colluded with the painter beforehand!"
Mrs. Hu wanted to tear up the drawing paper, but was stopped.
At this moment, she was trembling all over, not knowing whether it was fear or anger.
It was as if he had lost all his strength, even his roar was so weak.
"You all conspired together to frame my son..."
"Madam, Madam..."
At this time, someone from the Marquis' Mansion shouted, "The eldest son has a high fever, and the young lady is also in trouble. Please go back and take a look..."
When Mrs. Hu heard this, she immediately turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait!" Rong Baichuan stopped the two of them. He stared at the servant for a while.
"Isn't he the one in the painting?"
Seeing this, Master Chen quickly picked up the drawing paper and compared them. "Yes, the upper half of the face is exactly the same, and the face shape is also similar."
"That's natural. I only need to see someone once to be able to present them perfectly." The painter did not forget to use this opportunity to promote his own fame.
"My lords and neighbors, if you need a portrait, you can find me at No. 12, Xinghua Lane, Qinghe Street. My prices are reasonable, and my painting skills are obvious to all."
As he said this, he prepared to go to the table and have a bite.
Jiang Lingyu grabbed the back of his collar and brought him to the servant.
"Do you think it's him?"
When the servant saw the painter, he immediately lowered his head.
"Raise your head!" Jiang Lingyu said coldly.
The servant raised his head tremblingly, his eyes darting around.
The painter carefully identified him and nodded, "That's him. Isn't he the same as in my painting?"
The artist scratched his head and said, "I remember there was a new wound on the inside of his right wrist. It should have healed by now."
The servant's eyes trembled slightly and he quickly hid his right hand behind his back.
Rong Baichuan grabbed him and lifted up his sleeve, and sure enough, there was a new scar.
"Hu Qinglian, now you should realize the truth. Your son did this from beginning to end!"
There was obvious sarcasm in Rong Baichuan's voice.
She made such a big fuss just to prove that her son was a homosexual and to let people spread her sexual skills.
"Impossible! This is slander, slander!" Hu refused to admit it and screamed sharply.
It seemed that as long as she denied it, Rong Shihan would not be that kind of person.
"Whatever you want." Rong Baichuan released his hand and said in a deep voice, "Get lost! You are not welcome in the General's Mansion!"
Mrs. Hu raised her legs with difficulty and left in a daze.
As he was walking, he suddenly broke into a run.
"Look, my second aunt likes to be lively and she has to prove that the rumors about the pretending brother are not rumors and make everyone happy together."
Rong Chaoxi wiped his greasy mouth and shrugged helplessly, "I can't stop it."
"She's so generous! I'll have something to tell my best friends tomorrow at school."
Di Beibei put down the bowl he had licked clean, burped, and waved to Chaoxi.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Chaoxi. I have to go back and tell my elder sister. She must be waiting anxiously."
"Next time something like this happens, remember to call me."
"No problem, no problem..."
Rong Chaoxi smiled and waved goodbye to each of her good friends.
The beggar at the table at the entrance of the alley came over after eating and thanked Chaoxi.
"Little princess, thank you very much for not holding a grudge and thinking of us when you have food." Shan Ji led his men to kneel down and said flatteringly.
"It's okay, it's okay." Rong Chaoxi waved his hand casually. "Today's story is so exciting. There must be many people who want to hear more stories."
Pheasant's eyes rolled, and he immediately understood what she meant, "I understand, little princess, don't worry."
After eating and drinking their fill and watching the excitement, everyone cleaned up the streets together and went home to sleep.
The painter was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something suspicious.
He called out to Rong Baichuan and others,
"General Rong, I remembered something."
"At the time, a fragrance filled the room and drifted in from the hole I was looking through. I had a slight reaction in my body, and I thought it was because I had been looking for too long."
"I smelled the same scent when I went to the brothel yesterday. I realized they had lit aphrodisiac incense in the house."
Upon hearing this, Rong Baichuan raised his eyebrows slightly and a meaningful arc appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
…
Kyoto City has been bustling with activity recently, with strange things happening frequently.
First, Rong Moumou personally came out to teach the world about his posture, and then his mother publicly stamped her seal to confirm it.
The eldest prince and Miss Rong of Annan Marquis's Mansion share the same illness and disaster, and they never leave each other.
"The Annan Marquis's Mansion has been really bustling lately. I heard that Miss Rong has been clamoring to take care of the eldest prince these past two days, regardless of her eye disease."
"At the beginning of the year, she disregarded her reputation and followed the eldest prince to Jiangnan. After returning, she went to the prince's palace every day, but she didn't obey the eldest prince's request to marry her."
"It would be fine if the eldest prince married her, but if he doesn't, Miss Rong will really ruin herself."
"A good hand of cards, played badly..."
"It's not just her, the entire Annan Marquisate is the same. After General Congrong and his family moved out, the Marquisate became unsustainable."
"Recently, shocking news has frequently surfaced. First, the old marquis and his son shared a woman, and then there was Young Master Rong's incident. It's completely disgraced."
"Who do you think will be the next winner?"
"If that's the case, there are only two left..."
"I'm going to set up a stall over there for a few days and eat a handful of melons."
"Wait a minute, I'll pack up and go over..."
Rong Chaoxi looked at the silver ingot in his hand and puffed his cheeks.
Why is there no one here? Where did they all go?
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