Chapter 481: Miss Lianxiang's Painting

The scholar sneered when he saw Gongsun Yue was unwilling to admit it.

"I see you really won't cry until you see the coffin."

"When Lord Gongsun painted trees, the tip of his brush would be thickened at the end, and he also liked to hide his name in the painting."

"And your paintings have such a habit, and you still say you didn't plagiarize Lord Shangshu!"

Gongsun Yue looked at the painting in front of him and was silent for a moment.

He himself didn't even notice that he still had such a habit.

Although he said that he would rely on himself and not the name Gongsun Yue, he still arrogantly hid his name in the painting.

He hoped that one day his identity would be revealed and everyone would be shocked.

Now that this habit was pointed out, he realized that it was inappropriate.

He said that he wanted to break away from everything related to Gongsun Yue, but he still relied on Gongsun Yue's abilities unconsciously.

"You can't tell, you liar."

The scholar overturned Gongsun Yue's stall and spat at him.

"If you just write letters honestly, I can let you go. If I find out that you paint, I will never let you go." After

the scholar finished cursing, he came to the woman he loved.

"This man has no talent at all. He relies on his good looks to trick you into buying paintings. Don't be fooled by him."

The woman looked at Gongsun Yue disappointedly: "I really thought this young man was talented, but I didn't expect him to be such a villain."

Gongsun Yue did not refute, and lowered his head to clean up his stall.

Seeing that Gongsun Yue did not refute, those people became more and more disappointed with Gongsun Yue.

Some people even threw the vegetables in the basket at Gongsun Yue.

"Liar, return the money."

"Return the money, return the money."

Gongsun Yue raised his eyes, looked at them with his dark eyes and asked: "Have I ever said that I am a master of calligraphy and painting?"

"No."

"Then have I ever said that this painting is my original work?"

"No?"

"Then may I ask, how much money did I take from you?" When

Gongsun Yue said this, many people regretted following suit.

Gongsun Yue's paintings are beautiful and cheap. Although they have some of the style of Lord Gongsun, the quality is extremely good. They can't buy such high-quality paintings for the same price.

A person who had bought paintings stammered, "Two hundred coins."

"Two hundred coins... can't even buy a piece of good ink. On this street, someone can sell an ordinary painting for several taels of silver. I only asked you for two hundred coins. What did I cheat you of?"

"If you think my paintings are not worth two hundred coins, just return my paintings and I will return the money to you. Why humiliate me like this?"

Gongsun Yue propped up the desk, put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone one by one, and walked towards the scholar.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, his black hair was stained with emerald green leaves, and his eyes were sharp, which made people feel inexplicably cold.

When the scholar saw Gongsun Yue coming over, his legs couldn't help but tremble.

"What are you going to do?"

"Pay compensation."

"My ink spilled, you have to pay."

Hearing that Gongsun Yue was here to collect money, the scholar was no longer so scared, and only felt that Gongsun Yue was spineless.

If someone had overturned his desk, he would have been furious, but Gongsun Yue was not only not angry, but also thinking about money. He was spineless and greedy.

He looked at the woman he loved, and saw disappointment in her eyes. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and took out a bag of silver from his arms.

"All this is for you."

"If I see you drawing to deceive people again, don't blame me for being rude."

Seeing that Gongsun Yue started to look for someone to compensate, those who had just thrown vegetable leaves at Gongsun Yue dispersed one after another.

Gongsun Yue was the only one left in the small booth.

He looked at the table stained with ink and couldn't help frowning.

"I'm afraid it's impossible to clean a good table."

A soft voice suddenly sounded: "It's said that spilled water can't be recovered. Since this table has been stained with ink, it can't be cleaned no matter how hard you wipe it. It's better to do something else with this stain, make it unique and bring it to life."

Gongsun Yue looked up and saw Lian Xiang standing in front of him, looking at him worriedly.

Miss Lian Xiang...

The moment he saw Lian Xiang, his heart suddenly became bright.

The original sadness and depression disappeared.

He chuckled: "That's what Miss Lianxiang said."

"I wonder if Miss Lianxiang can give me some advice."

Lianxiang raised her chin: "Grinding ink."

The Lianxiang that Gongsun Yue had seen before was always gentle and smiling, but with an indelible sadness.

But this time, although Lianxiang was still smiling, the sadness on her body was swept away, and she became much brighter and more vivid.

He had never seen Lianxiang like this.

For a moment, he couldn't help but stare at her infatuatedly.

Lianxiang saw that Gongsun Yue was slow to grind the ink, and her originally bright smile gradually disappeared.

"I suddenly remembered that I have something to do upstairs, so I'll go back first."

Gongsun Yue woke up as if from a dream: "Wait a minute."

"I just thought of something, so I couldn't help but be distracted."

"I can't do anything with this table. If Miss Lianxiang doesn't want to help me, this table can only be thrown away."

He smiled bitterly: "I like this table very much. If I throw it away like this, I will definitely be very sad."

Lianxiang thought that Gongsun Yue was omnipotent. Seeing Gongsun Yue so depressed, she couldn't help but soften her voice and comforted him: "Don't worry, sir. Although there are a lot of ink stains, it is still quite interesting after some color."

"I just thought it was a pity to throw this table away, but I didn't expect it to be so important to you."

Gongsun Yue grinded the ink while curling his lips.

He knew that Miss Lianxiang was so kind, and he would surely make her stay with this speech.

If this table could bear Miss Lianxiang's calligraphy, he would treasure it and never let it be exposed to the wind and rain again.

But Lianxiang said, "In this case, it would be inconvenient for me to start. I will grind the ink for you, and you can paint by yourself."

Gongsun Yue's smile froze.

"It is precisely because of its importance that I am so nervous that I cannot start writing."

"I still need Miss Lianxiang to help me."

Gongsun Yue said, bowing to Lianxiang: "Speaking of which, I have never seen Miss Lianxiang's calligraphy. It would be my honor to see it today."

Lianxiang laughed: "Your Excellency has seen it. There was a lotus on my lamp. I painted that lotus myself."

Gongsun Yue thought of the scene when he painted beside the lotus that day, and could not help feeling a little shy.

"So that was Miss's calligraphy."

"I was deeply impressed by that lotus. It was alive and vivid, not inferior to others. So I can safely hand over this table to Miss."

He stretched out his hand and asked Lianxiang to paint, while he carefully ground the ink.

After Lian Xiang picked up the brush, her aura suddenly changed. Her soft face had a more sacred feeling. Compared with the paintings she drew, she herself was more like a fine painting of a beauty.