The maid brought in hot water, and Cheng Ying asked her to help Liang Wushuang up from the ground and clean her face.
Liang Wushuang saw that her dress was stained with dust and her hair was messy. After cleaning her face, she said softly, "Wushuang will go back to her room to change clothes and then come back to serve the governor. Would you like to stay for dinner today?"
Cheng Ying had swept away the calligraphy and paintings on the table and picked up a memorial. She did not look up but only nodded slightly.
Liang Wushuang walked out of the study room. At this time, Cheng Ying's voice came from behind him, "Although the girl is innocent and lovable, she is too stupid and gullible. She is easily provoked. She is just a bit silly."
Liang Wushuang paused slightly and walked out of the study.
Back in the wing room, Liang Wushuang changed into a goose yellow and cherry pink double-breasted jacket and a pleated skirt with brocade brocade pattern under the help of the maid. Although Cheng Gong's words were just to the point, Liang Wushuang heard something else.
It was Liu Miwu who was in charge of sending the calligraphy and paintings in the study to the pawnshop. She was the only one who knew the affairs between her and Lu Jin best. Cheng Dugong had great abilities, so Liang Wushuang was not surprised to find out about Lu Jin, but Cheng Dugong's words made Liang Wushuang think more.
She was Liu Miwu, whom Cheng Dugong met at Xinglou. A woman as versatile as Liu Miwu could easily make people treat her as a close friend, whether she was dealing with men or women.
Moreover, Liu Miwu was working for Cheng Dugong, which made Liang Wushuang feel more at ease to associate with her.
Now that she thought about it, it was strange that Liu Miwu was so warm to her and was willing to use the 1,200 taels of silver given by the patrons of Xinglou to help her save Lu Jin.
Liang Wushuang put away her complicated thoughts, put on her makeup, lifted her skirt, and went to the study.
In the study, Cheng Ying rolled up his sleeves and was concentrating on painting with a fine-bristled wolf-hair brush in his hand. Liang Wushuang walked lightly to the table and looked down at the papers spread out on the table. In the lush valley, a woman wearing a strange-style short shirt was squatting under a tree, holding a hoe in one hand and a medicinal herb in the other. The woman tilted her head and someone seemed to be calling her from behind. The woman had a smile on her face, a pair of black and bright eyes curved into a crescent shape, and long eyelashes like the wings of a butterfly. This woman had a face very similar to his own.
Liang Wushuang knew clearly that the woman in the painting was not herself.
Her hands and feet felt a little cold. All the kindness she received from Cheng Gong was just because she became a substitute for this woman.
And she didn't even have the qualifications to question or be jealous.
Liang Wushuang did not dare to say anything stupid or inappropriate, he just pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "Du Gong's painting looks like it was completed in one go. Although Wushuang does not understand calligraphy and painting, he also thinks this painting is very pleasing to the eye."
Cheng Ying responded casually, lowering his eyes and looking at the person in the painting tenderly. He suddenly had the desire to confide the memories that he had hidden in his heart. He touched the blank space on the painting with his fingertips, as if he was immersed in the past. His voice was a little low, and he said slowly, "She is my junior sister. We have known each other since childhood and grew up together. She studied medicine with the master. My junior sister is quirky and smart. She is most afraid of being punished by the master for reciting medical books. Every time she is punished, she will ask me to help her find the master to intercede and save her."
Liang Wushuang softened his voice, "Just from the painting by the governor, we can tell that this girl is very smart, clever and lovely."
Cheng Ying had a gentle smile on her face. "She is a person who is tough on the outside but kind on the inside. She will help anyone who comes to her house for medical treatment. Even if they are rude, she will turn them away the first time. But if they come to her house to beg for help again and again, she will still relent and help them."
"Then this girl is really a good person." Liang Wushuang praised with a smile.
But Cheng Ying suddenly lost interest. He wished she didn't have such a kind character, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten involved with such an ungrateful person who couldn't tell good from bad and was worse than pigs and dogs.
He often couldn't help but wonder what kind of life Jiaojiao in the other world was living now, and whether she was trapped in her own death and unable to escape.
It’s a pity that before he died, he didn’t say a word to Jiaojiao, asking her not to blame herself for his death.
The master passed away early, and he is no longer with us. If Jiaojiao, who is so kind-hearted, were to be bullied in that world, there would be no one to protect her.
No one made her favorite dishes, shrimp balls with lotus leaves and steamed glutinous rice with pork ribs.
Whenever she thought of this, Cheng Ying would become extremely violent.
Without Jiaojiao in this world, he would never again pick up a scalpel and be the angel in white who saves lives and heals the wounded. In his previous life, he died in front of Jiaojiao because of those irrelevant strangers. In this life, human life is nothing more than a plaything in Cheng Ying's eyes.
Only death can appease the brutal murderous intent deep in his heart.
Seeing that the ink on the painting had dried, Cheng Ying gently rolled up the drawing paper, pulled out a brocade box from the shelf behind her, put the painting in it, and placed it in a drawer.
Liang Wushuang glanced at Cheng Ying's face and said tactfully, "The kitchen should have prepared the meal. Dugong and Wushuang should go and have dinner together."
Cheng Ying nodded slightly, stood up and walked out of the study.
Liang Wushuang's eyes fell on the drawer where the painting was hidden. He paused for a moment before following him out.
The woman in the painting should no longer be alive. Otherwise, considering how infatuated Mr. Cheng was with her, if she were still alive, he would probably have doted on her with all his heart.
And just because she looked like this woman, Mr. Cheng allowed her to live a life of luxury, ensure that she had no worries about food and clothing, and even bought her land.
This thought made Liang Wushuang feel deeply jealous. She pinched her knuckles hard to curb the jealousy that was growing wildly in her heart. The woman was no longer there, and sooner or later she would completely replace her position in the governor's heart.
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