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The three of them crossed the street.

Duan Rong kept his eyes on the woman in the middle of the three. Her temperament was something that could not be blocked!

However, she was wearing a thin veil on her face, so her true appearance was hard to see.

The woman had a horse-like bun, and wore a moon-white lining and a light blue skirt.

At this moment, a gust of night wind suddenly passed through the street, blowing up a corner of the thin veil. Duan Rong only saw a white and tender shadow of red lips flashing by.

The pretty maid who followed the woman immediately tilted her flower umbrella to block the wind.

The woman was startled by the wind and coughed twice.

The pretty maid immediately said coquettishly: "It was windy at night, so I had to go out. I've just gotten better these few days, but I'm sick again."

"How can I be so delicate? Even if I'm sick, you don't need to make soup or give me medicine, just let me die."

"Why is Miss Lanying angry again? Hongxue is kind." Jiang Qingyu saw Lanying and Hongxue quarreling again, and immediately tried to smooth things over.

Hongxue saw Lanying was angry again, so she had to shut up and puffed her cheeks to sulk.

The three of them came to Duan Rong.

Lanying looked at Duan Rong and saw that he had a square face, bright eyes, dark complexion, broad shoulders, strong body, and was wearing a brown shorts, which was actually a warrior's outfit.

It has been said since ancient times that a person with poetry and books in his heart will be elegant. I thought that the painter who could draw that picture must be elegant, but I didn't expect that he would be like Duan Rong, who was not good-looking.

Lan Ying was slightly startled, but still bowed and said, "Thank you, sir, Lan Ying wants to paint a picture for me!"

Duan Rong returned the greeting with a fist and said with a smile, "The stall is set up on the street to welcome guests from all directions. One hand is money, the other hand is goods. I dare not ask for a word from you. Please take off your veil, so that I can paint!"

Hong Xue saw that Duan Rong was very eloquent and interesting, and immediately looked at Duan Rong with bright eyes.

Every woman has different standards for choosing men. Some like beautiful and sweet-mouthed men, while others like witty and smart men.

It's hard to say which one Lan Ying is, but Hong Xue is obviously the latter.

When Lan Ying took off her veil, Duan Rong's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Lan Ying and Jiang Qingyu standing there are indeed a pair of beautiful women.

But like Jiang Qingyu's question just now, Lan Ying is also a beautiful woman, and PS is completely useless.

Just now, Jiang Qingyu used the painting of a young warrior that imitated the thin scholar and passed the test. Now what should he do with this girl Lan Ying?

Duan Rong stared at Lan Ying for a while. Although Lan Ying was beautiful, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to have a natural, deep and unresolvable sadness.

Duan Rong was in a trance about this pair of eyebrows and eyes, and felt as if he had seen them before.

His mind suddenly brightened, and he remembered why he felt as if he had seen them before.

Duan Rong suddenly noticed that just now was the artistic conception. This time we borrowed a character to turn the heart into emotion.

Duan Rong had a plan, so he sat down, stared at the drawing paper, thought about the composition for a while, and then started to write. It seemed that there were thousands of words in his heart. A pen was in a small space, and it came back vertically and horizontally, which made people a little dazzled.

The painting that Duan Rong had just done for Jiang Qingyu was an ink painting, not colored. But for this painting, after Duan Rong finished the frame, he began to mix cinnabar dye, changed the brush and painted for a long time.

After about a quarter of an hour, Duan Rong suddenly sighed, put the brush aside, took the painting off the drawing board, and handed it to Lan Ying.

Lan Ying reached out to take it and looked down.

In the painting, there was a woman standing by the stream.

The woman's description and clothes were exactly hers. Behind her was a whole peach forest with fallen petals. Not only were the petals on the ground, but there were also many dotted flower shadows floating in the stream.

The woman was carrying a flower hoe. There was a small package on the flower hoe. Some of it was exposed from the small package, and it seemed to be full of petals.

The three of them were looking at the painting. Jiang Qingyu and Hongxue didn't understand what the woman in the painting was doing?

But Lan Ying understood it all at once!

The moment she understood, her heart seemed to be pierced by something.

The edge of the painting had the title of the painting, "Flower Burial".

Next to the title, there were four lines of poetry: 360 days a year, the wind and frost are pressing hard; how long can the beauty last, once it drifts away, it is hard to find.

"Flower Burial..." Lan Ying murmured the title of the painting, and before she knew it, a tear had rolled down the corner of her eye.

Looking at the four lines of poetry again, every word was like an arrow, piercing her heart.

On the surface, the poem seemed to be talking about peach blossoms, which were bright and beautiful, but were forced by the wind and frost, and would wither sooner or later...

If you tasted it carefully, every word was talking about herself.

Although she had a stunning appearance, she was ranked among the four major flower shadows in the Flower Shadow Tower, wearing silk and satin, and eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

But weren't the patrons the wind and frost that pressed her every day for 360 days?

Money is spent to buy laughter, but she is full of sorrow, how can she laugh?

Fortunately, there is someone like Jiang Qingyu, who is willing to coax her even if she is a little bit temperamental? But he is from a wealthy family, and she is just a prostitute, after all, it is just a fleeting love affair!

How can it last?

In the future, once she is old and ugly, and has no way to make a living, who knows where she will end up? Isn't it like this drifting petal?

Although Jiang Qingyu didn't understand the meaning of the picture, he saw the title of the painting and the poem, and he understood it, and smiled: "This painting is probably a little crazy. The flowers have withered, why bury it?"

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"What do you know?" Lan Ying glared at Jiang Qingyu angrily.

She saw this painting because she was comparing herself to falling flowers. The woman in the painting buried flowers in the hope that one day, when she died, someone would bury her like flowers.

She had always been quite affectionate towards Jiang Qingyu, but she didn't know that Jiang Qingyu didn't notice her thoughts at all and even ridiculed her. She immediately felt resentful and thought to herself, "The flowers have all withered, why bury them? When I lose my beauty, will you also say that you are old and ugly, why should I care about you?"

When Lan Ying thought of this, tears rolled down her eyes. She took out a silver note from her sleeve and placed it on the beam of Duan Rong's easel. She bowed and said, "Sir, this painting is so cruel!"

After Lan Ying finished speaking, she took the painting, covered her face with one hand and left crying.

Seeing Lan Ying crying and leaving, Jiang Qingyu felt very distressed. He looked at Duan Rong with a reproachful look, as if he blamed Duan Rong for angering the beauty!

Lan Ying cried, but he didn't know how long he would have to coax her to stop? He really shouldn't have shown her the painting!

Jiang Qingyu immediately chased after her. He had just run two steps when he suddenly saw Hong Xue still standing in front of Duan Rong's stall, so he turned back and said, "Hong Xue! What are you still doing there?"

"I've come out. I want to paint one too!" Hong Xue said coquettishly, holding up a flower umbrella.

Jiang Qingyu was slightly stunned and asked with concern, "Do you have money?"

"Yes. Isn't it ten taels of silver per painting?"

Jiang Qingyu suddenly realized and thought: This girl is still honest. He turned around and chased Lan Ying.

He and Lan Ying both gave one hundred taels, and he mistakenly thought that the painting was one hundred taels per painting.

Duan Rong took the silver note given by Lan Ying, glanced at it, and put it in the inner pocket of his lapel.

"Is it ten taels?" Hong Xue looked at Duan Rong playfully and asked.

"It is ten taels." Duan Rong pointed to the sign beside him.

"Then let's draw it. They are stupid. They only gave a hundred taels. Do they think I am stupid?"

Duan Rong smiled and said, "They are not stupid, they are just fools."

Hong Xue was stunned for a moment and said, "Mr. is right. They are fools!"