Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

"Hey, little brother, where did you get this painting?"

When the clever little Shitou heard the little girl calling him little brother, he raised his eyebrows and showed displeasure: "I'm the shopkeeper, I don't call you hello."

A smile appeared on the little girl's face; "Blame me for being abrupt, little shopkeeper, don't be angry, I just saw this painting and suddenly my heart moved, so I'm rude."

"No." Xiao Shitou said righteously and sternly: "Just like you are inconvenient to reveal your identity, the name is a symbol, you can also say hello, I am not angry."

As he spoke, he slowly put the "Purple Qi from the East" picture copied by Wan Yan on the counter.

Xiao Shitou pointed out that the little girl was rude to Wan Yan, he had seen this kind of guests a lot in Tongshan Mansion with shopkeeper Xu, and he was not as polite as Wan Yan.

Seeing this, Wan Yan smiled and said nothing, just now she was polite, but the little girl was indifferent.

Xiao Shitou said something cold, but the little girl smiled and flattered her face, and Wan Yan glanced at the "Picture of Purple Qi Coming from the East".

Could it be because of this painting?

Xiao Shitou set up the scroll and said coldly, "Girl, do you want to know more about this painting?"

The girl stepped forward a few steps, looked at it several times, and expressed surprise, "How much money does this painting sell for?"

Wan Yan walked up to the little girl.

This is the painting she was copying just now. There are several wisteria flowers in the original painting that she has not finished. The girl wants this defective product?

"Are you sure you want to ask the price of this painting?" Wan Yan emphasized her tone.

"Yes, that's it. You just need to say how much it's worth."

Wan Yan looked at the girl again seemingly absently.

The girl's eyes were eager and she didn't dodge. Wan Yan touched the picture scroll with one hand, and pointed to a branch where the wisteria flower was not painted, "Look carefully, we will set the price if you have the intention to buy."

The little girl didn't even look at Wanyan's finger, but nodded firmly, "What's so interesting about it, I don't have much time, so just tell me, how much is this painting worth?"

It turned out that the girl didn't know how to draw at all.

"It's a fake and it's not finished, so I can't answer the girl."

Wan Yan smiled, she thought a lot at once.

When she first saw the girl, she really wanted to make this deal.

The little girl's clothes are expensive, although the style is outdated, but not worn out, but Xiao Shitou reminded Wan Yan with a word.

The little girl deliberately concealed her identity, appearing to conceal her identity.

This is to buy paintings and ask for paintings, so you can't make arrangements for any identity?It is inconvenient to reveal your name if you have to say something?

When the little girl said this, there was an indescribable sense of superiority, and Wan Yan was very disgusted.

Another point, after following the adults for so long, Wan Yan is used to thinking more about things.

The girl was a little strange, she kept asking the price, did she want to buy it or didn't want to buy it?

So Wan Yan smiled, and answered as if she didn't answer.

The little girl froze for a moment, "Is this painting fake?"

"It's fine if you say so."

"Why are the fake ones still being sold?"

Xiao Shitou was upset, "There is only one real painting, and I don't know where it is now, and there are no fakes. Isn't it a handed down work that can only be appreciated by one person?"

The little girl didn't show any displeasure at being bullied, but stared at Wan Yan and asked, "Since you have fakes here, you must know how much the real ones are worth, right?"

"Why are you so obsessed with the price, do you want to buy?"

Seeing that Wan Yan never said anything, the little girl was a little anxious, "I definitely won't buy it today, I'll ask the price first, maybe when I want to buy it, it won't be too late to come here, shopkeeper, is this the truth?"

Wan Yan rolled up the painting with a smile, and nodded slightly, "The girl is right, but my fake is worthless, and what's more, if there is a mistake in the unfinished thing, it may not be sold."

The little girl was obsessed with her small thoughts, and asked, "That's okay, I just ask how much this painting is worth? Who painted it? Is it worth some silver?"

It turned out that the little girl not only didn't know how to paint, she didn't even know Master Wen's paintings.

"This is a masterpiece handed down by the great painter Wen Daoyan. It is worth 2 or [-] taels. It just depends on how much the person who wants to own it puts his heart into it."

The little girl's face showed joy, and the corners of her mouth could not be restrained from rising.

Watching the back of the little girl going away, Lu Mingyu and Xiao Shitou looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Let's go now? Sister, isn't this person here to inquire about the market?" Xiao Shitou asked unhappily to protect his shortcomings.

Wan Yan smiled and didn't care, "Whatever, it's just a painting, whether she wants to buy it or not, the price, I'm telling the truth, I really wanted to make her deal at first, but look at her, It seems that I don’t have the heart to buy paintings.”

"But it's annoying to ask like this. I still want to open the business earlier today." Lu Mingyu put all her heart on the accounts.

"It's opened early. Sister Lu was in the backyard with her sister just now. I sold a box of brushes." Xiao Shitou smiled arrogantly.

"Really? You are amazing, then I'll go to Jiekou, the landscape paintings by Wanyan yesterday are selling very well."

Lu Mingyu put the painting scroll into the cart while talking, "I'm leaving, you just wait and see how much I can gain today."

Lu Mingyu held a round fan to her lips, unable to conceal the joy of making money.

In the afternoon, Uncle Tian walked into the calligraphy and painting studio anxiously.

Not caring about wiping off his sweat, she saw Wan Yan walking and said, "Girl, Mrs. Su was injured in Dali Temple before noon, and she is lying in the study now. Miss, you should go home and have a look."

Wan Yan was packing up her pen and ink, when the ruler fell to the ground in a daze, with a bang.

"Did you call the doctor?"

"Your Excellency returned home after dealing with it in Dali Temple. I was tending the garden in the backyard, and I didn't see Your Excellency."

Along the way, Wan Yan was restless, the lord was injured, and Uncle Tian didn't say clearly what the injury was, but also said that Aunt Tian saw the lord's complexion was not good, and went into the study and threw a lot of bloody handkerchiefs.

Wan Yan trotted into the study, Uncle Tian and Aunt Tian stood nervously at the door and looked into the study.

"How are you, my lord?"

Wan Yan ran to Su Jizhi's side, he frowned slightly, his white undershirt was half open, revealing his beautiful and strong clavicle and chest muscles.

One side of his eyes was blocked by one side of his temples. The adult lay on the bed, his head sank into the dark brown green bamboo pillow, and he could only utter one word: "It hurts!"

Wan Yan's heart is in a mess.

"Where? Where did you hurt, my lord?"

Wan Yan looked it over, there was no blood on the lord's underwear, cloth strips were wrapped around his left arm, a piece of flesh at the mouth of the palm was lifted, and the rest of the palm was completely wrapped in cloth strips.

"My lord, did you hurt your hand?"

Su Jizhi nodded without saying a word.

Looking at the bloody palm, Wan Yan was very anxious, "But this place hasn't been dealt with properly, why is it still exposed?"

"It's okay, the wound is too big, and the medical center couldn't find anything suitable. If I wrap them all up, I won't be able to move my palm."

Wan Yan was about to burst into tears, "Why did this happen? How could my lord do this?"

Su Jizhi weakly raised the other arm, and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Wan Yan's eyes, "Why are you crying, I'm fine, I'll be fine in a few days."

The voice was deep and infinitely tired.

Wan Yan didn't know what to do, she didn't know what kind of pain he was going to endure seeing the adult wrapped in cloth strips.

"Wan Yan, I'm fine, now I want to drink some water."

"I'll come, I'll come." Aunt Tian had been waiting at the door when she heard Su Jizhi wanting to drink water and ran in quickly.

She was afraid that Wan Yan would not be able to handle it alone, so she even dragged Lao Tian into the study.

Handing Wan Yan a bowl of water, Aunt Tian looked at Su Jizhi with concern.

Wan Yan lowered her head and adjusted her position, but she didn't see Su Jizhi giving Aunt Tian a look.

Aunt Tian froze on the spot, belatedly aware.

When she walked out of the study, Aunt Tian stared back at the study, and asked Old Tian with a look of astonishment, "Old man, did you see Master Su winking at me just now? Did he wink?"

Lao Tian wiped off his sweat, honest and embarrassed, "It seems to be..."

Aunt Tian breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "I've always been afraid that Master Su is so cold-tempered, but it's a pity girl, now it seems..."

Aunt Tian stopped talking, narrowed her eyes, and showed a gratified smile.

Wan Yan only took a sip of water, and found that it is not good for adults to drink water in this position.

Most of the saliva slid down the corner of the adult's mouth, flowed to the jaw, and reached the collarbone.

Wan Yan was in a hurry, took out the champagne and wiped it quickly, but didn't realize that the adult took advantage of the situation and pulled the inner coat further.

The little girl was sweating on her forehead and her cheeks were slightly red, "How is it, my lord?"

"Wan Yan, help me up." Su Jizhi stretched out his hand, pretending to struggle.

"Forget it, my lord, you lean on me." Wan Yan moved behind Su Jizhi, put her arms around Su Jizhi's neck, and with a little force, my lord leaned into her arms.

"That's all right now, come on, my lord, try to see if you can drink water like this."

Wan Yan put her arms around the lord, and the cool sandalwood fragrance on his body made Wan Yan calm down a little bit.

"It's absolutely fine." Su Jizhi fell into Wan Yan's arms, with the little girl's white hands in front of her eyes, her soft body behind her, and her soft breathing in her ears.

There is also the unique fragrance of Wanyan's body.

Wan Yan couldn't see it, but at this moment, the corner of the adult's mouth was raised, and the spring breeze was proud.

Outside the window, green bamboos are swaying, there is no cloud in the blue sky, and morning glories in the corner, red, white, and purple are blooming in competition, which is too beautiful to behold.

After the adult drank the water, Wan Yan put down the water glass, trying to put down the adult, but found that he was motionless.

Wan Yan turned her head to look at Su Jizhi, and found that he was still frowning slightly.

"My lord, how are you?"

"pain."

What to do then?
Su Jizhi raised his left hand and showed Wan Yan the wound again.

The turned-up flesh had scabbed over, forming dark brown particles on the wound, Wan Yan felt distressed, "Sir, don't do anything during this time, I will be your right-hand man."

The little girl's gentle voice rang in his ears, and Su Jizhi closed his eyes in enjoyment.

"Alright, I've troubled you for a few days, and I'll make it up to you in a while."

Su Jizhi opened his eyes and tilted his head. The little girl's round and slightly flushed face was in front of him. Su Jizhi stretched out his head and kissed Wan Yan's face.

The little girl was kissed suddenly, and she got up in a panic. This is how adults are doing these days, stealing kisses and kisses from time to time...

Wan Yan bit her lip and dodged, Su Jizhi pressed the corner of her skirt, the little girl staggered, kicked her embroidered shoe until it collapsed, the moment she was about to fall, the adult turned over and hugged her tightly.

The two fell onto the soft ground.

Wan Yan was pressed under the adult, and she saw a small flame flickering in the dark eyes of the adult like a deep pool.

"Why are you so careless." The adult scolded in a low voice, and stretched out his hand to tidy up Wanyan's temple hair behind his ears.

He wants to kiss her again.

"My lord, you are still injured." Wan Yan blushed and became more and more attractive. Just when the lord was about to approach, Wan Yan found that the lord was holding the back of her head with his left hand.

Left hand?

Isn't it hurt?

Wan Yan slammed the lord with a palm, and realized later, "My lord, you are just pretending!"