Shen Huaixu quickly put the matter of becoming a disciple on the agenda, but she knew in her heart that this matter could not be accomplished by her mediation.
The master she found for Jiang Wei was a lady with a strange temper. Her surname was Fan. She was an expert in figures, flowers and birds. She was a patient she treated when she was practicing at Jishiditang.
Mrs. Fan is not particular about details in her daily life, but she is very principled and picky when painting. She will be very harsh in her words if she is dissatisfied.
Such a person would naturally be very picky about the disciple who would inherit his legacy. All Shen Huaixu could do was to introduce Jiang Wei to Madam Fan. Whether it would succeed or not would ultimately depend on Jiang Wei's own ability.
When the two men brought gifts to Mrs. Fan's Qiuyuan, Mrs. Fan was painting, so immersed in it that she was unaware of the guests.
Mrs. Fan's hair has turned white early, and she is actually only in her early fifties. She has a thin figure and a transcendent temperament. Even though there are fine lines on her face, they cannot conceal her unique charm.
I heard that Mrs. Fan was also a housekeeper when she was young. Later, her family suffered a major change and she became a prostitute in the Music Bureau. Fortunately, a mentor saw her talent and rescued her from the quagmire, which led to her current success.
The maid wanted to speak out a reminder, but was stopped by Shen Huaixu. The two waited for a while until Mrs. Fan stopped painting and exchanged a few simple greetings before explaining her purpose.
"Madam, do you still remember what I mentioned to you last time?"
"Of course I remember. Is this the reason why the county lady came here?" Mrs. Fan looked Jiang Wei up and down with a sharp gaze.
Jiang Wei had rarely been stared at like this before, and she shrank back a little, but she couldn't lose face for Shen Huaixu, so she straightened her body and didn't dodge behind Shen Huaixu.
"Her name is Jiang Wei, and we grew up together. I know she is quite talented in painting, so I brought her to you. Please take a look at her." Shen Huaixu smiled faintly, respectful yet retaining the demeanor of a county lady.
Ever since they met, Madam Fan had admired Chen Huaixu. "My Lady, you are so kind. I agree with your vision, but you should know that becoming my disciple is not an easy task."
Without waiting for Shen Huaixu to answer, Jiang Wei couldn't help but said: "As long as mother-in-law gives me a chance, whether it's an apprentice or a painter, I will work hard."
She looked at the old man in front of her with a burning gaze, and her courage was gathered in her heart. After all, becoming a disciple was her business, and she couldn't always ask Miaomiao to help her out.
"It's good that you think this way." Madam Fan nodded in agreement. She looked at Shen Huaixu again and said, "I will accept the person first."
They came in pairs, and when they left, only Shen Huaixu was left.
"Young lady treats the Jiang family's young men and women so well," said Yinghua, who had come with her. "If Second Young Master Jiang passes the imperial examination, he should not forget Young lady's kindness."
She had seen what her young lady had been doing for the Jiang family these days. She didn't know much about the Jiang family, so she was a little worried.
Xiaoman really wanted to kick her, but because they were still outside, she held back and just glared at Yinghua.
Chen Huaixu also tilted his head to glance at Yinghua, a smile in his eyes, "What we are doing now is what we promised in the past, and I trust my second brother and the others."
The reason why we are so anxious to make arrangements for the Jiang family is because what might happen next is not peaceful.
The results of the Spring Examination are usually announced in March, and the days of waiting for the results are both fast and slow.
During this period, something happened, and Jiang Erlang specifically found Shen Huaixu to tell him about it.
The incident happened two days ago. During these days, the Jiang family received visiting cards every day. Once, Jiang Erlang and his companions were invited to Songjiao Tower, where they saw a woman being bullied in the street. Three or four men with exotic looks not only spoke obscenely, but also tried to touch the woman.
Jiang Erlang has a gentle appearance like jade, treats people modestly and politely, and always has a smile on his face. At first glance, he seems to be very approachable, but in fact, he is always warm on the outside but cold on the inside when facing outsiders.
The woman didn't know whether she was deceived by Jiang Erlang's appearance or was desperate, so she asked Jiang Erlang for help.
She knelt before Jiang Erlang and said, "Sir, please save me. My father passed away three days ago. My family couldn't even afford a thin coffin, so I had no choice but to sell myself to bury him. Although I was forced by the situation, I don't want to give myself to such a wicked man... Please have mercy on me!"
"You bitch! Don't be so shameless! Who are you calling evil? You sell yourself and we pay you. I've never heard of prostitutes choosing their own customers!"
The famous man spoke fluent official language. He was angered by the woman's words and took a step forward and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to attack her.
Qu Jingming bumped into Jiang Erlang's shoulder, gave him an ambiguous look, then cleared his throat and said seriously, "You barbarian, do you understand..."
Before he could finish his words, another woman's voice reached his ears - "Stop!"
Qu Jingming looked in the direction of the sound and was stunned. He thought to himself: What a delicate little beauty.
The visitor had her hair tied up in a simple bun and was dressed simply. Her oval face, which seemed to have a sickly look, had a pair of stubborn eyes that were particularly attractive. It was Bai Lan.
The woman who sold herself to bury her father had her arms tightly gripped by the big man. She struggled but could not break free.
"Who are you? Why are you meddling in other people's business?!"
Bai Lan kept her distance from them and didn't approach them. She simply said, "Inside the Imperial City, at the feet of the Emperor, you are kidnapping decent women in the streets. I've sent someone to report it to the authorities. May you be saved!"
Qu Jingming wanted to watch the excitement for a while, but he heard Jiang Erlang say beside him: "It shouldn't be a big mess. Let's go. It might be too late to stay any longer."
His eyes swept over Bai Lan's face again, and after remembering this face, Qu Jingming followed Jiang Erlang's pace.
A large man's cursing voice could be heard from behind: "She sells and I buy, isn't that natural? Why report it to the police?"
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