I didn't realize that Miss Nishang could perform the stunts of a trapeze artist. This would save her the embarrassment of getting along with the old prince. She could run away first, so as not to sit here and feel uncomfortable, as if on pins and needles. After all, she did not agree to the old prince's recruitment. Sitting there was simply a painful ordeal.
Feeling that his whole body was light and airy, as if he was flying, Meng Xinghe took the opportunity to tightly hug Miss Nishang's slender waist, slightly closing his eyes and saying, "Flying so high, will you fall?"
Although there was someone protecting him, the feeling of hanging in the air was not pleasant. Meng Xinghe said a few words briefly, and Miss Nishang's sweet laughter rang out, saying: "Don't worry, sir, nothing will happen." Miss Nishang's flexible movements Like a swallow flying in the air, in a short time, Meng Xinghe disappeared from the sky above the stage.
There was no noise, no discussion, and no pointing surprises. The feeling of flying just now was still lingering in my mind. After a sudden glance above the stage, Miss Nishang had already brought Meng Xinghe to her boudoir.
"Sir, please come in," Miss Nishang stretched out her hand to open the door for Meng Xinghe, and then there was an intoxicating fragrance of flowers. Meng Xinghe was familiar with this smell. Only her daughter's room could be so fragrant, with pink gums. In front, the windows are half open and half closed, bringing fresh air and diluting the fragrance in the room. Far away from the gums, there is a row of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. On a desk in front of the shelves, there are a row of small A finished picture was spread out on the desk with a brush, swaying slightly. Seeing such a peaceful place with his own eyes, Meng Xinghe couldn't even take a step. If Miss Nishang hadn't pushed him, he might still have been standing there. Outside the door, never inside.
This room is both a boudoir and a study, but it is arranged in such a way that there is no clutter at all. It only makes people feel that the aroma of books is very strong and very simple.
"Master, please sit down," Miss Nishang brought a cup of hot tea to Meng Xinghe, then opened the door and said, "Master, please wait a moment, Nishang will be here soon,"
Meng Xinghe was busy drinking tea and responded lightly. After Miss Nishang left, he carefully observed Miss Nishang's boudoir.
Simple, simply too simple. Except for the pink gum, the rest are relatively old tables and chairs. Even in the room, there is no bronze mirror or the rouge and gouache that women use to decorate their faces. This was the first time that Meng Xinghe saw a woman who didn't like beauty in the world. This was beyond expectations.
Coming to the unfinished painting, Meng Xinghe saw a picture of spring plowing. There were very few scenes depicted in the painting, only an old farmer who was so thin that only his bones were left, panting and plowing under the setting sun. The old farmer's eyes His sluggish, staggering steps were like dragging muddy water, disrupting a muddy paddy field. He looked like he was about to fall in the field. He was swaying non-stop, which made people feel pity and couldn't help but want to reach out to support him.
This painting does not seek grandeur, nor peaks of brushstrokes, nor creativity. It is just a few light strokes that make the old farmers farming in the spring look so similar. After seeing so many traditional Chinese paintings, Meng Xinghe felt that the spring farming picture in front of him was the most realistic one. Really paint the feelings into it.
I didn't expect that Miss Nishang's painting skills were so outstanding. I'm afraid that apart from the dragon painter, there was really no other person who could match her beauty. Meng Xinghe was so absorbed in looking at the painting that he didn't realize that the door of the room had been pushed open by Miss Nishang. open.
Miss Nishang walked in the door, and her long shadow was reflected on the ground, like a comet sweeping over the moon, creating a shockwave. Only then did Meng Xinghe realize that Miss Nishang had entered the room. Meng Xinghe looked up and did not lower his head for a long time.
"Nishang, you are so beautiful,"
At this moment, Meng Xinghe was shouting very intimately. All the adjectives were used up, and only the popular word "beautiful" was used as the bottom. Looking at the colorful lady in blue and white plain clothes, dressed as a peasant girl, Meng Xinghe seemed to feel that she was Returning to Mengjia Village again, I looked at the peasant women washing clothes in the river at the head of the village. They did not apply makeup or rouge. Their hair was just randomly pulled up, with a red hairpin stuck in it, and draped over the loose and loose clothes. She smiles lightly, quite naturally, and in her manner, there is no squeamishness like that of a lady, nor is there a trace of coyness or morbidity. Everything is so lively and vigorous. With one glance, one can tell that she must be able to do laundry, cook, and go to the ground. Woman plowing the fields.
Seeing the true face of Miss Nishang, Meng Xinghe could never imagine that the dancer who dared to do anything to satisfy the customers before, after taking off the costumes on her face, who could recognize her as the passionate little dancer on the stage? Well, such a strong contrast made Meng Xinghe couldn't help but sigh, disguise is indeed the most unexpected deception.
"Young Master, please try the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Ni Shang." Seeing Meng Xinghe's dazed expression, Miss Ni Shang had already brought a box of pastries, opened the box for Meng Xinghe and said, "By the way, Ni Shang, can you know the name of the young master?"
Meng Xinghe stopped being in a daze and said: "Taoyuan Meng Xinghe,"
"It turns out to be Mr. Meng," Miss Nishang laughed. Seeing Meng Xinghe eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with relish, Miss Nishang's naturally fair face had a hint of blush, and she asked softly: "Is it delicious?
Meng Xinghe took a few more bites and said, "It's very sweet, very fragrant, soft and tough. It's the most delicious osmanthus cake I've ever eaten."
Meng Xinghe said truthfully, without any compliment. Miss Nishang burst into laughter. Her smile was natural and beautiful, as if full of endless vitality, just like the bright sunshine in spring, which easily moved people's hearts. Meng Xinghe was infected by her. , also laughed lightly. Seeing that the atmosphere was harmonious, Meng Xinghe said casually: "Miss Nishang, there is something I don't know whether to ask or not."
"Young master, it's okay. Nishang may have already guessed a lot," Miss Nishang walked to the desk, picked up the brush, and began to write and draw on the spring plowing picture, showing a very relaxed expression.
Meng Xinghe took a deep breath and said: "Girls go to *** to dance, do you have any secrets?"
"you guess,"
"I couldn't guess right," Meng Xinghe shook his head one after another.
"Forget it if you can't guess. As long as you see Ni Chang's true face in the street in the future, please don't expose Ni Chang in front of everyone. I can't thank you enough." Miss Ni Chang stopped writing and slowly rolled up the painting. Outside the door There was a knock on the door.
"Xiao Wu, mom asked me to urge you, it's time to dance," there were three rings outside the door, and then the person who knocked on the door was heard to have gone away.
Miss Nishang immediately stood up, picked up the box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and said, "Sir, can I trouble you with something?"
"You are going to dance again," Meng Xinghe did not answer, but asked with concern.
Miss Nishang was in a hurry and forced the painting and the box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes into Meng Xinghe's hands, saying: "Looking at the situation, Nishang can't go back today, so please give the painting to a man named Li from Dongshi first." Mr. Yao’s people, then send this box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes home for me. I’m sorry to bother you, sir.”
Before Meng Xinghe could react, Miss Nishang had already opened the door and walked out. Meng Xinghe hurriedly asked: "Miss Nishang, where is your home?"
"Dongshi, Shuijingfang,"
Miss Nishang had disappeared. Meng Xinghe took two things and sighed alone, and Miss Nishang "rescued" him. He didn't expect that he would repay her so soon. Fortunately, *** is not far from Dongshi. It shouldn't take more than a few steps to get there.
There are two huge commercial markets in the east and west of Chang'an. In terms of prosperity, the East Market is much more lively. In addition to the imperial city and most of the officials' houses built here, most of the merchants brought from Jiangsu and Zhejiang also opened their shops here. Convenient transportation to and fro.
In the busy streets of Dongshi, Meng Xinghe spent a lot of effort to find the Mr. Li Yao that Miss Nishang mentioned. This Mr. Li Yao was just an old man selling paintings. When Meng Xinghe went there, he happened to meet someone A few young men were buying paintings there, and their words didn't seem to mean buying or selling, but instead they came specifically to tease the sixty-year-old old man.
Meng Xinghe walked over and saw Mr. Li Yao, who was selling paintings. He was holding a landscape painting in his hand. He used almost all his eloquence to sell it in front of several young men. However, those young men were either fiddling with the painting stall or Looking through the scrolls, the entire stall selling paintings was in a mess. He didn't even listen to Mr. Li Yao's words. Anyone with a discerning eye would also know that this group of people came here specifically to cause trouble.
"Old man, wrap up this picture of flowers and birds for me. I want to buy it." A young man in white felt that it was not exciting enough, so he decided to take some practical action and began to slowly tease Mr. Li Yao.
Mr. Li Yao happily wrapped the painting for the young man in white. Who knows which young man said again: "I don't want the painting before. I want this painting of birds facing the phoenix."
The old gentleman continued to obey his wishes.
"I don't want a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix anymore. I want that picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains."
Mr. Li Yao seemed to be very patient. Even though he knew he was being teased by these young men, he still pretended not to know, completely obeyed their wishes, and slowly wrapped up the paintings they selected.
"Damn it, any shabby painting will break if you tear it. I don't want any of the ones I bought just now." The young man still refused to give up. He grabbed a piece of traditional Chinese painting and deliberately tore it in half. This was not considered arrogant. He also Throwing all the remaining scrolls from Mr. Li Yao's painting stall on the ground and trampling them on the street was so bullying that it attracted several people around to point fingers and curse.
What is the difference between this and street gangsters bullying old people? Meng Xinghe really couldn't bear it. He stretched out his hand and pushed the young man in white away. He walked to Mr. Li Yao's painting stall, bowed and picked up the paintings scattered on the ground. Turning his back to the still arrogant young man in white, he said coldly: "Get out,"
It was just one word, but Meng Xinghe was so confident that his ears were buzzing. The young man in white had already been furious after receiving a slap from Meng Xinghe. Now he saw that Meng Xinghe was acting rudely towards him. This was simply a slap in his face. To save face, the young man in white immediately shouted: "Get out of here, mother."