With such an appearance, and his status as a stray dog at the time, it is easy to imagine what Qu Yunmie would encounter in Jinling.
Mi Jing blurted out: "No wonder the king doesn't like beautiful people."
Because in Qu Yunmie's eyes, beauty is synonymous with weakness and involuntaryness, and what he really hates is himself who has gone through that stage.
Qu Yunmie looked at Mi Jing in surprise. He didn't know what Mi Jing meant by this, but he reflexively refuted: "Did Gao Xunzhi tell you that? Don't listen to his nonsense. This king has never disliked beautiful people. This king only dislikes those who are beautiful but don't know how to protect themselves and only cry and rely on others."
Mi Jing understood what he meant, and he smiled: "Mr. Xiao is not that kind of person."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He wanted to say that you were the one who mentioned Xiao Rong, and I didn't mention Xiao Rong, but it was late at night and he was a little tired. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "Of course he wasn't."
After he finished speaking, he slowly exhaled, "That's why Murong Qi makes me so angry. Xiao Rong is one of the bravest and most tenacious men I have ever seen. Although his body is a little weak, he is not weak at all. He is just like me, a rare real man in this world. How can a real man... How can he... I can't even say those two words. It's really treasonous!"
Qu Yunmie looked at the table in front of him angrily. Mi Jing looked at him, then sighed deeply in his heart.
This is why monks have to stay in the temple. Once you return to the secular world, there will always be all kinds of people using all kinds of reasons to pull you back into the secular world.
"...Your Majesty is right. Young Master Xiao is also a real man."
Qu Yunmie felt mixed emotions, a little angry, and a little sour, and he didn't want to pay attention to Mi Jing.
Mi Jing added: "A real man is not controlled by the words and actions of others. He has his own scale in his heart, which tells him what he should and shouldn't do. He only listens to himself and not others, including you, my king."
Qu Yunmie looked at Mi Jing, his expression slightly startled, but Mi Jing had already lowered his eyes: "It's getting late, Your Majesty, you should go back and rest. If Your Majesty sets out to return to Shuofang tomorrow, Mi Jing would like to go with you. Please send someone to tell Mi Jing."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
After being ordered to leave, he actually stood up obediently, and walked to the door in a daze. He was chilled by the cold wind outside, and Qu Yunmie woke up instantly.
He was about to go back and continue banging on the door, but as soon as he raised his fist, he suddenly hesitated.
Then, he slowly put his fist down, looked at the ground, and then looked at Mi Jing's door. Qu Yunmie was silent for a while, and then left. *
Qu Yunmie went back to sleep, but Mi Jing could no longer sleep. He felt a little regretful, but not too much. He didn't know if what he did was right or not, but as the old abbot said, some things don't necessarily have to be executed according to the right answer.
After lying straight for half an hour and finding that he still couldn't fall asleep, Mi Jing quietly got up, put on his coat, and went out to find a job.
After being interrogated by Qu Yunmie, Murong Qi, who had been frightened and mad for several days and was getting crazier day by day, became sober again after chatting with the Buddhist for half the night, but he looked more abnormal than before. Before, he could at least say a few words and make some movements, but now he was like a puppet, staring blankly at the sky outside. Jian Qiao stood at the door and watched him for a long time, feeling that he was either going to enter a state of meditation or to be buried. …
No one knew what Mi Jing had said to Murong Qi in there. Anyway, he got Han Qing's portrait, but the credit was taken away by the Buddhist disciple. Qu Yunmie stared at the back of Mi Jing's head and felt that he hated him a little more. ...
They set off after breakfast and arrived outside the city of Shuofang at noon. Shuofang was built along a desert oasis, but it was winter and the oasis was no longer green.
Horses have restricted movements here, so camels are the real means of transportation. Upon hearing that the two of them had returned, Xiao Rong immediately rode on a camel to greet them.
In just half a day, Xiao Rong fell in love with camels. They are furry, warm, and have built-in backrests. Moreover, after training, camels will squat down and let people ride them. They are much better than horses. Horses will only snort at you when you can't climb up, and then continue to stand there with disdain.
Camels are better than horses in one respect: they are taller. Sitting on a camel, Xiao Rong experienced for the first time what it felt like to look down at Qu Yunmie.
Secretly feeling happy, Xiao Rong patted the camel's hump, and the camel immediately lay down obediently. After Xiao Rong got down, he looked at the tall creature with nostalgia: "It's really nice to ride."
He turned around and asked Qu Yunmie who had already walked to his side: "Can I also raise one in Chenliu?"
Qu Yunmie: “…”
I have never seen camels raised on the plains.
But Xiao Rong was looking at him expectantly, and his mind seemed to suddenly wander for a moment. Then Qu Yunmie heard himself say in a particularly generous way: "One is nothing, just raise ten!"
Mi Jing: “…………”
Shaking his head, he left.
Xiao Rong saw Mi Jing leaving, but he didn't understand why he was in such a hurry. The battlefield had been cleared yesterday. Since he didn't come to pray for the souls to be reborn yesterday, there was no need to rush for the next moment.
Qu Yunmie didn't want to see him paying so much attention to the Buddhist disciple, so he took out the portrait from his sleeve. This was the portrait he asked Mi Jing for on the road, and Mi Jing gave it to him directly without asking a single question.
Qu Yunmie didn't say that this was asked by the Buddhist disciple, and Xiao Rong didn't ask either. He just said to Qu Yunmie in surprise: "Thank you, my king!"
Qu Yunmie responded with a guilty and satisfied look: "It's a small matter."
As soon as Xiao Rong unfolded the portrait, he frowned: "This... This painting is too perfunctory. No one will recognize who this is after it is posted. King, do you still remember how Murong Qi described Han Qing's appearance? I want to draw a new one."
Qu Yunmie: “…………” The truth is revealed. *
Xiao Rong also couldn't draw. He only knew how to draw a fat bird in traditional Chinese painting, which he learned in the nine-year compulsory education, and the most basic three-view sketching. As for figures... sorry, he could only draw stick figures.
But it doesn’t matter. He is Xiao Situ now. He no longer needs to do everything by himself. As long as he gives an order, someone will come immediately to help him complete the task.
The Buddhist son was in charge of dictating, while Xiao Rong was in charge of adding pressure. The temporary painter was sweating profusely, but he still had to correct it again and again. Finally, it looked like a clear human face. Xiao Rong showed it to the Buddhist son first: "Is this the appearance you described?"
People who are not good at drawing are naturally less sensitive to human faces. Xiao Rong watched the painter make revisions more than ten times and had long lost the ability to judge whether his painting was correct.
Mi Jing: “…”
He fell silent.
Xiao Rong's heart skipped a beat: "Isn't that right?"
But if he forced the painter to revise it again, Xiao Rong was afraid that he would commit suicide. …
Ya Jing opened his mouth and said, "It's not that it's wrong, it's just that this face..."
Mi Jing said uncertainly, "I seem to have seen it somewhere before." Xiao Rong was stunned. *
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