The first daughter is poisonous, the lord goes to bed obediently

Chapter 121 Gouache painting, suffering from tuberculosis
When Feng Xihe came to Feng Qingyue's room with a lantern at night, he saw mirror flowers scattered all over the floor.

Feng Qingyue's body was trembling, she was huddled in the brocade quilt, unwilling to come out.

"What's wrong with Second Miss?" Feng Xihe asked Liang'er, it was Liang'er who asked An'er to come over to find her.

She was worried that Aunt Wan Qiu's death would hit Feng Qingyue too hard and her condition would get worse, so she rushed over.

Before Liang'er could answer, Feng Qingyue, who was in the brocade quilt, sobbed and said, "It seems like a woman is looking for me."

Feng Xihe sat next to her in doubt, "What does that woman look like? Have you seen it?"

Feng Qingyue shook her head vigorously, denying, "I don't know her. But, there seems to be a red mole under her eyes."

"Red mole?" Feng Xihe could probably guess who it was, but when she looked around and found that only the copper lamp in Liang'er's hand was on, her eyes froze suddenly.

Looking at Feng Qingyue again, her eyes were a little more probing.

"Miss, I have something to tell you." Immediately, Liang'er begged Feng Xihe to follow her to the room where Feng Qingyue usually works as an embroiderer behind the curtain next door.

The full moon pulled its head out from behind the dark clouds, and shone the moonlight into the window lattice, reflecting a few pieces of unfinished embroidery scattered on the countertop. The embroidered ones were still young and handsome.

Feng Xihe followed Liang'er, and after looking at the embroidery for a few times, he saw Liang'er kneel down towards her with a "plop".

"Liang'er, what are you doing?"

"Eldest Miss, I beg you to save Second Miss, just because of Aunt Wanqiu's last wish." Liang'er spoke earnestly, her eyes full of pleading.

"Auntie Wanqiu still has a lot of things that I haven't told you. If you save the second lady, in the future, as long as the second lady lives happily and happily, the servant will tell you the secret hidden by Auntie Wanqiu."

"Liang'er, get up first." After hearing this, Feng Xihe thought to himself, Auntie Wan Qiu's leaving An'er for Feng Qingyue was probably the last thing she would do for Feng Qingyue.

She said: "Qingyue is my younger sister, even if it wasn't Aunt Qiu's last wish, you don't know anything of value to me, I would still help her."

With her promise, Liang'er breathed a sigh of relief.

"From now on, you will be responsible for taking good care of Qingyue, and you don't need to take care of other affairs in the house." Feng Xihe helped Liang'er up personally.

Until the two of them went back, Feng Qingyue still hid her head halfway under the quilt, not daring to show her face.

Feng Xihe's eyes deepened, and he thought to himself, Miss Yun and Feng Qingyue had no grievances or enmities, if it wasn't for Zhao Chu's relationship, she would never have harmed Qingyue for no reason.

Unexpectedly, Xiaomei Yun's obsession with Zhao Chu was already so deep.

The next day, Feng Xihe brought Feng Qingyue to Luzhai, and Xu Shaozu came to greet him at the door, but after seeing Feng Qingyue, he had a headache.

Last time, with the heart of saving the troubled girl, he was going to demonstrate in front of him how he made a masterpiece, but unexpectedly, when he fell asleep, she took a pen and drew a big bird on his face. bastard.

Poor him, he didn't look in the mirror after waking up, with an ugly face, and was ridiculed by the clerk in the shop for a long time.

"Little ancestor, why is it you again? I don't want to lose my life." Xu Shaozu coughed twice, showing an expression of wanting to cry without tears.

Feng Qingyue's performance was very different from usual, she only pursed her lips, bowed her head and did not speak.

Feng Xihe winked at Xu Shaozu, and Xu Shaozu realized that now was not the time to fight Feng Qingyue.

So, with a heart of caring for girls with mental disabilities, he respectfully sent Feng Qingyue into the inner room, and said to her: "Little ancestor, wait for me for a while, and I will make a sculpture for you in your image later." a puppet."

He had already made up his mind that he must make her look uglier and fatter on purpose, to avenge his shame.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingyue raised her foot, stepped heavily on his instep, and then lifted the bead curtain and walked in.

Xu Shaozu said "Ouch", and walked back in a circle, thinking in his heart, women these days are all like tigresses.

Feng Xihe took a few glances at him, called him over, and briefly talked about Aunt Wanqiu's affairs. He immediately stopped his resentment, and felt a little pity in his heart.

With the heart of caring for a girl who lost her mother, he decided to let the past go.

Then, he followed Feng Xihe to the front hall and checked a new batch of scrolls on the counter.

Feng Xihe stretched out his hand to unfold the scroll, and what came into his eyes were paintings with vivid colors, including landscapes, figures, and daily utensils.

What she uses is a new kind of pigment. Compared with ordinary ink and wash, this kind of pigment is not easy to smudge, and is thicker, brighter in color, and the overall style is more lively.

Because it is very different from traditional paintings, the paintings made with this kind of pigment are very popular in Jinling City as soon as they come out.

After the rumors that Qian Yongchang, the owner of Dongsheng Bank, bought a pair of paintings from Luzhai and hung them in his study like treasures, the city flocked to Luzhai's paintings even more.

Who is Qian Yongchang? He is not only a merchant, but also a famous painting connoisseur with many years of collecting experience. If he can treat it as a treasure, everyone thinks it must be excellent.

However, not everyone in Luzhai is engaged in business, and the number of scrolls for sale is also limited. Therefore, there is a situation where paintings are hard to find.

Looking at the entire Jinling City, there are only a handful of people who are lucky enough to own a painting by Lu Zhai.

Xu Shaozu looked at the scroll and kept boasting: "Where did you find this kind of paint, even an old world like me is surprised."

"I found it from my eldest cousin." Feng Xihe said truthfully.

In the era when Yun Changyi lived, this kind of paint was called gouache, and it came from a place called Xiyang.

Xu Shaozu said in surprise: "The one in jail? Is she so capable?"

Feng Xihe raised his eyebrows, "Yes, yes."

In her previous life, when Yun Changyi first came to Feng's residence, she knew that Yun Changyi's young body contained a soul that would be a thousand years later, and she would not have ended up in such a miserable end.

Xu Shaozu nodded thoughtfully, and recalled: "Yes, earlier, when my mother and I were hiding in the market, we heard all kinds of rumors about the county lord. He is a fairy!"

From various versions of the rumors, he felt that Yun Changyi was not a mortal at all.How can there be such a woman in the world, not only is she beautiful, eight out of ten men in Jinling City bow down under her pomegranate skirt, and she is also decathlon capable and knows many things that ordinary people don't know.

However, when Xu Shaozu saw Feng Xihe mentioning Yun Changyi, his expression changed, and he immediately added embarrassingly: "Of course, I'm talking about the past, but now, you are better than her."

Feng Xihezheng was deeply trapped in the painful lessons Yun Changyi taught her in her previous life. After listening to his words, he knew that he mistakenly thought that she was jealous of Yun Changyi and felt that she was secretly competing.

But she didn't argue.Then, he went to check Luzhai's account book, discussed some matters with him, and got up to leave.

When she got to the door, she found that it was raining heavily outside, and the water on the road could reach her ankles.

It's raining... Feng Xihe looked up, and there were pea-sized drops of water falling on the eaves.

A blurred color gradually appeared in her eyes, thinking of a rainy day a few months ago, a man used an oil-paper umbrella to protect her from the rain.

There is a pool of spring water in my heart that seems to be disturbed, perhaps, since then, it has been chaotic.Or maybe earlier.

At this time, a shadow fell over Feng Xihe Hujue's head, she turned her head with some joy, and when she saw the person coming, she regained her composure.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Yuanying came over with an oiled paper umbrella, stood beside her, seeing her surprise expression just now, she was a little puzzled, could it be that there was something on her face?

Yuanying thought about it, and reached out to touch his face.

"How is Cheng Lianxin?" Feng Xihe withdrew his gaze, and there was only the quiet cold pool in his eyes as before.

Yuanying replied: "I asked Mrs. Xia. After Aunt Lian left the Duke's Mansion, Aunt He arranged for her to live in a house next to Bird Clothes Lane. However, Aunt Lian seemed to be sick, and Aunt He kept going every now and then. will take care of her."

"Has Master Xia checked that house, and whose hands are the title deeds in?"

Yuanying thought for a while, and then said: "On the land deed, the name of Second Young Master Zhao was originally written, but Second Young Master Zhao is gone now, so Aunt He put the house under Miss Zhao Fourth's name."

Feng Xihe Xisi said: "Master Zhao Er is a dude, he has no skills, and he definitely doesn't have enough silver to buy a house. Presumably, the money for buying the house should be paid by Aunt He. Aunt He is just a little girl. The little aunt actually managed to save so much private money."

"It seems that she has a place in Zhao Wuya's heart, and she is not useless in the Zhao family."

After a while, she told Yuanying: "Just keep an eye on Cheng Lianxin and Aunt He. If there is any situation, come back and tell me in time."

"Yes."

The curtain of the night gradually opened, but the pouring rain continued.

That night, in a residential house in the city, the paint on the four walls was peeling off, and the lights were like beans.

Aunt He held a bowl of jet-black concoction, and gave Cheng Lianxin who was leaning on the couch mouthful.

Cheng Lianxin, who was taken back by Ruan Zhaoming, was ill and lay on the couch every day, drinking bitter medicine.Aunt He told the Zhao family that she was going back to the countryside to worship her ancestors and came out to take care of Cheng Lianxin.

"Big sister!" Not long after, Cheng Lianxin suddenly called out to Aunt He, and firmly grasped Aunt He's arm.

Today, she is sallow and emaciated, riddled with tuberculosis, and she has long lost the charm of the day.

"Sister, I'm afraid I won't live long..."

Aunt He was silent and lowered her eyelashes mournfully, but she still persisted in scooping up a spoonful of medicine, put it in front of her lips, blew on it, and brought it to Cheng Lianxin's lips.

"What nonsense are you talking about? The doctor said, drink this medicine, and you will get better."

"Sister, do you really think I don't know anything?" Cheng Lian's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was suffocated, "Last time, you sent the doctor to the door, and I heard it when I got to the door. Now, let you prepare for my funeral early."

(End of this chapter)