Chapter 136 Don’t Drag Yourself into the Mire
The woman who had been jealous earlier couldn't help but retort, "It's something a woman can do, so why can't we compare?"
"Who are you looking down on?"
Old Huang came over and looked him up and down. He bared his teeth and sneered:
"Some people look like women but don't behave like women at all."
He and Xiangling are together, and now he can finally taste the taste of women. In his heart, he is also thinking that his wife at home can't compare to Xiangling. No wonder the mustache was so obsessed with her.
Old Huang walked over and the people who were talking about it didn't dare to say anything.
He came to the Shen family and discussed with Shen Yunyue with a smile:
“Miss Shen, make a little more for us. I’ll get some more dry food for you.”
Now the remaining escorts all have a good relationship with Shen Yunyue, so they will naturally agree to anything that is convenient for them.
"OK."
Shen Yunyue started cooking, and Shen Zhou and Shen Lu helped her.
Shen Yunfeng sat alone with his younger brothers beside a fire, and the little ones listened to Shen Yunfeng reading.
Shen Yunzheng's eyes soon became blurry from listening to the book.
Nodding and shaking his head like a little chicken.
Shen Yunfeng covered it with a slap.
Shen Yunzheng was so frightened that he quickly sat up straight, "Big Brother, you are right."
Others:…….
Shen Yunfeng had a fierce look on his face and said sternly:
"Where was I?"
Shen Yunzheng looked at Shen Yuncheng and the others in confusion. They all turned their eyes away or lowered their heads and didn't look at him.
I sighed in my heart, why are you all afraid of Big Brother?
He just...well, he was also very scared.
The suppression from bloodline is no joke.
"Brother, I, I fell asleep. I always feel sleepy when I hear a book." Shen Yunzheng's face was twisted into a ball. "I don't want to do that, but what can I do?"
He pouted and asked, "Brother, am I sick?"
Shen Yunfeng looked at him suspiciously, his face still red. He didn't look sick,...
"What's wrong?"
Shen Yunzheng spoke softly:
"It's just that I feel sleepy when I listen to books."
Shen Yunhai was confused. "Is there such a disease?"
"Yes." Shen Yunfeng sneered, "Laziness, stupidity."
Shen Yunzheng: ... "The impact is quite large."
Fu Xuanheng was holding a travel book in his hand, which was all about Shihanzhou and the surrounding areas.
Shihanzhou is a border area.
It is close to the Nanli Kingdom. According to legend, the high priest of the Nanli Kingdom knew everything about astronomy and geography.
He was a man of clear mind and gentle demeanor, deeply favored by the Emperor of Nanli. Some said that the Emperor of Nanli favored the High Priest so much that even the Empress and others had to stay away from him.
The place where they were exiled was located in the southwest of Shihanzhou.
Surrounded by Nanli on both sides, the people of Shihanzhou suffered greatly.
Fu Xuanheng was thinking about the affairs of the Southern Li Kingdom through the stories in the travel notes.
Chen Yunting came over carrying a few pounds of braised meat.
He handed the braised meat to Shen Yunyue, "This is a side dish for you."
Shen Yunyue glanced at him and said, "No merit, no reward. Besides, we don't have such a good relationship."
"Are you still angry about the incident with Prince An's son?"
Shen Yunyue shook her head. "No. But what kind of friendship do we have?"
Chen Yunting shrugged and said:
"Just because there isn't one now doesn't mean there won't be one in the future."
He put down the braised meat and sat down next to Fu Xuanheng.
Fu Xuanheng raised his eyelids and glanced over casually.
"What's up?"
Chen Yunting leaned against the tree trunk, a smile in his eyes. "You two are too cautious."
"No relationship."
Chen Yunting: .... "Is there anyone who is born with friendship?"
Fu Xuanheng put the travel notes on his lap and glanced over.
"I will not be used by your master."
Seeing through his thoughts at a glance, Chen Yunting didn't expect that Fu Xuanheng had already seen through his thoughts.
He touched his nose and said softly:
"That was an idea I had before. Do you have any paintings by Mr. Mushan?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Guess."
Fu Xuanheng didn't ask any more questions. "I don't have any of his paintings, but it's very easy to get one."
Simple?
Chen Yunting had a feeling the Mu Shan they were talking about wasn't the same person. "The Mu Shan I'm talking about was from the former Jin Dynasty. He died at the foot of Dafo Mountain in our Great Zhou."
"Yeah. I know."
"Are paintings of dead people easy to obtain?" Chen Yunting confirmed again. He always felt that Fu Xuanheng's words were mysterious.
"Give me a piece of rice paper and a paintbrush." Fu Xuanheng's eyes always followed Shen Yunyue.
Even he himself didn't feel it.
"Copy?" Chen Yunting understood clearly and chuckled, "My grandfather was very knowledgeable about Mu Shan's paintings, especially those from his later years."
"That's perfect. I can't paint the paintings from my early years yet."
Chen Yunting: ... "Little Prince, I won't mess with you."
Fu Xuanheng clicked his fingers lightly, "I told you this because I need the money. Otherwise, I wouldn't tell you this.
As for the authenticity of the painting, your grandfather knows better than you."
Fu Xuanheng's confused look confused Chen Yunting.
He finally gritted his teeth and asked Fu Xuanheng to draw one.
He pushed his wheelchair to the corner where the Chen family carriage was. Ying Feng saw it and followed.
Da Niu, who was helping Shen Yunyue, also saw it.
"Ms. Yue, look..."
Shen Yunyue looked over and wondered when did Chen Yunting become friends with Fu Xuanheng?
He looked coldly at the braised meat that was delivered to him.
Shen Yunyue said loudly:
"Add more food."
Chen Yunting spread out the rice paper and the servant ground the ink.
Fu Xuanheng looked at the rice paper and fell into deep thought.
A few strokes down.
The majestic mountains and rivers leap onto the paper.
On the water, an old man in a straw raincoat was rowing a boat.
Liao Liao wrote two lines of poetry in the blank space.
He didn't have a seal, but he used a brush to draw a pattern.
at last.
When the ink is still wet.
The little finger made two strokes on the edge of the pattern.
Chen Yunting felt that the pattern in front of him was very familiar, just like the one he saw when his grandfather showed off Mushan's paintings.
"What are you doing? Which painting are you copying?"
Chen Yunting intuitively felt that the painting in front of him was excellent, as if he was also in this painting.
As contented as an old man.
Fu Xuanheng raised his head and sneered:
"Mushan never copied other people's paintings, nor did he allow others to copy his paintings."
"So, is this...? An authentic one?"
Chen Yunting was puzzled. The style of the painting before and after Mu Shan was different. Could it be two different people?
Seeing his doubts, Fu Xuanheng nodded and said:
"The one who died at the foot of Dafo Mountain was Master Mushan, who painted his early paintings. I am painting Mushan's later paintings."
Fu Xuanheng once worshipped Mu Shan as his teacher.
later.
He secretly used the Mushan seal to stamp and sell the paintings.
It actually made Mushan's fame reach an unprecedented height throughout the world.
From then on.
He only uses the name Mushan in his paintings.
Master Mushan also said: "A name is just a code name."
He was also a member of the former royal family of the Jin State. With his country and family in ruins, Mu Shancai made the world his home.
Everyone says Mushan is dead.
Fu Xuanheng knew, however, that Mu Shan was just escaping death.
Chen Yunting figured out the meaning of this. Fu Xuanheng was Mu Shan's apprentice and usually painted for Mu Shan to sell.
He gave Fu Xuanheng a few silver notes.
"Here is a note for ten thousand taels of silver. I will give you another five thousand taels of silver later."
Fu Xuanheng took the banknote and said, "No need. The money is settled. This is the price here and now."
He didn't take any more notes.
"Young Master Chen. The Chen family is also a prominent family. It is natural that a wise bird chooses the right tree to inhabit.
It’s just that your family is very complicated, so don’t drag your family into the quagmire.”
Chen Yunting savored his words carefully.
"you mean?"
Fu Xuanheng turned his wheelchair and said, "I don't mean anything. It's just that Master Chen is in his prime and shouldn't waste his time here."
"Master Qiu is here. His master will come over someday. How should Master Chen behave?"
After Fu Xuanheng finished speaking, he left.
"Young Master."
Chen Yunting looked at the boy's receding back, then glanced at the painting titled Mu Shan.
Suddenly, I felt regretful.
It's too early to reveal your cards.
If the person in the wheelchair in front of me gains power one day, I'm afraid someone will suffer.
Chen Yunting put away the painting.
"Tomorrow we won't be heading towards Yunzhou City. Let's go back and prepare to celebrate Grandfather's birthday."
Although the follower didn't know the reason, he still responded and came down.
Fu Xuanheng came to the Shen family.
He restrained his deep emotions and replaced them with a cool and nonchalant look.
"Yunyue, come here."
Shen Yunyue instructed Shen Zhoushi, "Aunt, after the pot boils, it's almost time to make another cup of tea."
"Okay. Go ahead."
Shen Zhou reached out and wiped her clothes.
Shen Yunyue came to Fu Xuanheng, squatted down, looked up and asked softly:
"What's wrong? Did you get rich?"
Fu Xuanheng's eyes were filled with tenderness as he handed the banknotes in his sleeve to her.
"Little Money-Loving Man, this is for you."
Shen Yunyue opened the banknote suspiciously.
I carefully read the words above and swallowed my saliva with difficulty.
"Give it all to me?"
"Well, I'll give you all the money I earn." Fu Xuanheng thought to himself: When we get to Shihanzhou, we can contact the person who manages the private property, and then we'll have more money.
"You have a future. I'll give you a reward." Shen Yunyue took off her water bag, which was filled with white coffee.
Fu Xuanheng took it and took a sip.
“It’s delicious.”
"Earn more money and give it to me. I'll give you rewards in turn."
Shen Yunyue stood up and put the banknotes into her sleeve.
He left a silver note worth one hundred taels in his purse.
"You little money-grubber, I want a lot of rewards."
Fu Xuanheng looked at Shen Yunyue's well-developed body. His Adam's apple tightened.
Even more thirsty.
I took several sips of white coffee.
Only then did I suppress the restlessness in my heart.
"Is it so delicious?" Shen Yunyue looked at him suspiciously, if she knew what he was thinking just now.
It will definitely blow his head off.
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