In this life, no matter how people in the world treat each other with cold eyes or ridicule, Meng Xinghe will ignore it, but there is only one person. If someone disrespects her, Meng Xinghe will lose all reason in anger. That person is not someone else. She is the mother-in-law of the family.
Meng Xinghe's face suddenly turned as black as coal. He stretched out his steel-like arms and grabbed the collar of the white-clothed young man opposite him. Before the white-clothed young man could recover, Meng Xinghe slapped him away with a loud backhand, and sporadic blood suddenly flew into the air. Yu was looking at the young man in white. There were not many teeth left in his mouth. Half of his face was swollen and was bigger than a pig's head. But Meng Xinghe had no intention of giving up. He grabbed the hair of the young man in white with one hand and put it on his knees. , with a snap, it collided powerfully with the face of the young man in white, and successfully created a bloody human flesh sesame cake.
The attack was so swift and violent that it was so terrifying. He was simply a murderer. He did not consider whether he would kill anyone at all. He was definitely a cruel person. But after seeing Meng Xinghe's black face, who dared to go up and try to dissuade him? Let him beat people and laugh to himself. The young man in white meets a ruthless person and deserves to be unlucky.
After a few more standard thrusting movements, the young man in white had turned into an unrecognizable bloody man. He probably would have trouble opening his mouth to eat, let alone curse, for the rest of his life. Meng Xinghe was angry and didn't want to cause any harm to anyone. He carried it on his back, and after venting his anger, he raised his feet to break a few ribs of the young man in white, and kicked out with all his strength. The young man in white didn't even make a sound, and flew a few feet away, paralyzing on the ground like a Pile of mud.
"If you want to take revenge, you can just come to me, Meng Xinghe," Meng Xinghe announced his family name, obviously not afraid of the white-clothed young man's revenge, and then said coldly: "Get out of here now,"
The accomplices of the young man in white, who had never seen such evil spirits before, hurriedly helped the young man in white and ran away in a hurry.
"Old sir, are you still selling this painting?" Meng Xinghe had returned to his normal expression without the previous violence, and a sunny smile appeared on his face again. The people watching around couldn't believe that someone in the world could change his face so quickly. How could he suddenly become weak and kind-hearted when he was so evil before? If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, no one would believe it.
They didn't believe it because they didn't know that Meng Xinghe was a person who could stably control his emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. Seeing that the ground was littered with paintings that had not been picked up before, Meng Xinghe picked up the paintings on the ground one by one again. He put it on the painting stall and said, "Old sir, a young lady has sent me a painting. Please accept it." Meng Xinghe handed the painting entrusted by Miss Nishang to Mr. Li Yao.
Mr. Li Yao glanced at Meng Xinghe lightly and said, "Is this the painting Nishang gave you?"
Meng Xinghe nodded. Mr. Li Yao had already spread out the paintings and hung them in the most conspicuous place of the painting stall. He said: "Miss Nishang's painting skills are outstanding. I have never seen them in my life. I am afraid that only Mr. Painting Dragon, who is said by my colleagues, can compare with her." Let’s compare,”
Meng Xinghe quite agrees with the old gentleman's words. Miss Nishang's painting is indeed outstanding, and the painting style is simple, like a few strokes of outline, but it can fully express the charm of the person in the painting. This strange painting method seems familiar, Meng Xinghe carefully After thinking about it, I immediately thought that I didn't have a painting somewhere. It had just a few strokes and was quite similar. Could it be that it was made by the same person or the same master?
Meng Xinghe was still thinking about the painting of the Fairy Linjiang given to him by Yuan Tiangang, which was painted in the same style as Miss Nishang. Mr. Li Yao opposite him had already smiled and said: "Sir, are you and Miss Nishang friends? I rarely see them. The man brought the painting for her, but you were the first one,"
Looking at the old man's eyes, he clearly wanted to say that he was Miss Nishang's husband. Meng Xinghe joked: "We have known each other for less than an hour, and I don't know if we can be considered friends."
Meng Xinghe felt embarrassed when he said it, but Mr. Li Yao explained: "Everything in the world has a cause. If Miss Nishang can hand over the painting to the young master, it means that she has accepted the young master in her heart." Mr. Li Yao just reminded him. , has changed the topic and said: "Don't you want to know what Miss Nishang is painting?"
Isn't it just a picture of spring plowing? I had seen it before. Meng Xinghe looked up and was stunned.
"Where is this?" Meng Xinghe couldn't believe it. He didn't look carefully in the room before, but now that the light outside was stronger, he saw that the old man plowing the fields in the painting was not plowing in the human world, but in a field surrounded by smoke. Farming on the fairy mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, and white cranes flying, makes people feel like they are immersed in the scene. The skinny old man seen before now looks like a Buddha, with a gray hanging around his waist. Gourd looked completely drunk. Meng Xinghe sighed secretly. I guess the picture he saw just now was probably an unfinished masterpiece. The current picture of drunken farming in the fairyland is Miss Nishang's real painting.
Mr. Li Yao touched the three-inch beautiful beard, looked at the fairy mountain painted by Miss Nishang, and said: "This is Penglai Fairy Island in the East China Sea. It is said that there are eight beautiful places in Penglai Fairy Island. Since meeting Miss Nishang, she will draw one every month The beautiful picture of Penglai Immortal Island is placed in my painting stall. Miss Nishang once told me that if anyone can tell where Penglai Immortal Island is in the painting, please be sure to give the painting to the person who said it correctly and ask One sentence, July 7th, the Palace of Eternal Life,,"
Meng Xinghe saw the words mentioned on Miss Nishang's painting and didn't know what it meant. However, Mr. Li Yao took out all the paintings that Miss Nishang had painted before and said: "This is what Miss Nishang painted three months ago. Of the three paintings, no one has said it is correct. If no one says it is correct after the eighth painting is finished, then Miss Nishang will leave Chang'an and go to other places to paint eight new paintings and wait for the one who can completely say it. "This is the Penglai Immortal Island where people appear."
"According to what the old man said, hasn't Miss Nishang been to many places?" He didn't understand why Miss Nishang wanted to paint and wait for others, but Meng Xinghe finally knew why Miss Nishang wanted to go to a place like *** and dance so boldly Dancing, walking and stopping along the way, required a lot of money. As a woman, if she wanted to get more money, where else could she get money but from places like ***.
Thinking that Miss Nishang was still a miserable person, Meng Xinghe followed Mr. Li Yao and sighed. Remembering that Miss Nishang had previously told her to bring the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to her mother who lived in Shuijingfang, Meng Xinghe did not dare to stay longer and said goodbye to Mr. Li Yao: "Rather than wait here for the person Miss Nishang is waiting for to appear, I would like to do you a favor. Sir, please give me the three paintings that Miss Nishang has painted before. I will take them back to the Imperial College and let the talented men and women inside guess. Let’s see if we can find the person Miss Nishang is looking for,”
"Young Master is a student of the Imperial College. I'm really disrespectful." Mr. Li Yao actually made a speech to Meng Xinghe and said, "I have been lucky enough to take part in the childhood examinations since I was young, and later in the provincial and provincial examinations. It's a pity that I will take part in them all my life." But I didn’t get admitted to the Imperial College to take part in the final examination. This is a regret in my life. I didn’t expect that at such a young age, the young master would be shortlisted for this year’s examination. I would like to congratulate you on your first place in high school,”
Meng Xinghe didn't know that he would meet someone who had failed in dozens of imperial examinations. He suddenly felt lucky that he was lucky enough to be able to participate in the final college examination. This kind of thing is not easy to comfort, and it is hard to bring up Mr. Li Yao's sad story. , Meng Xinghe simply did not express a word of emotion, took the painting handed over by Mr. Li Yao, and looked at it lightly. It was indeed a fairy mountain scenery. There is indeed no such spiritual place in the world. He wrapped the painting and said goodbye immediately. I picked up Mr. Li Yao and walked to Shuijingfang, Dongshi.
During the Tang Dynasty, the way of living in Chang'an was based on squares. Between squares, there was an alley a few feet wide to facilitate walking. This place where ordinary people lived was not like the mansions where high-ranking officials and nobles lived. The mansion can occupy the area of several squares, and they live in a large square in a small square, with several private houses each, living comfortably. In order to facilitate the registration and management of the houses, the imperial court also specially built a house in each square. In front of the entrance of the square, a guarded place is added at the entrance of the square, and special guards are assigned to guard it day and night to maintain the security of each square.
This kind of management method is just like the security guards in current community management, who are responsible for all public security management in the entire community, and it can only be implemented in such a comprehensive way in Chang'an, the imperial capital. Other places are relatively chaotic, and there is no way to formalize it. authority to protect the safety of their lives and property day and night.
When he came to Shuijingfang, he asked the two guards guarding the place where Miss Nishang's home was. The two guards glanced at Meng Xinghe lightly and did not let him in immediately. Instead, they asked: "Who are you? We two I’ve never seen you in Shuijingfang, so I can’t let you in,”
The two guards spoke politely, but for the safety of everyone in the room, they were inevitably stricter.
Meng Xinghe said politely: "You two brothers, I was just asked by a friend to bring something to her mother. I don't live in Shuijingfang. I am only temporarily in the Imperial College, so you don't know me."
What he said before can be omitted. The person who came to visit did not have a lot of reasons. But when the two guards heard the three words "Guozijian", they immediately stood up straight and said as if they had heard the order from their superiors: "Master, please come in, Nishang." The lady's home is in Shuijingfang. The last one has an osmanthus tree in front of the door. But you should be careful, sir. Miss Nishang's mother may have a brain problem and is often crazy. She might hurt you Jingui. body,"
Meng Xinghe smiled and said: "Thank you two for reminding me," Meng Xinghe had already walked in.
Seeing the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, which was definitely Miss Nishang's home, Meng Xinghe walked up and knocked a few times. A very young voice sounded in the house and said: "Long'er, is your father back?" , If not, mother won’t open the door,”
Long'er, could it be Miss Nishang's nickname? Meng Xinghe knocked on the door again and said: "Madam, Miss Nishang asked me to bring something back for you. Can you open the door?"
Meng Xinghe said as gently as possible, because the guard had reminded him before that Miss Nishang's mother had a brain problem, and if she was not stimulated by words, she would annoy her. When the time came, she would chase him with a broom and beat her. Sorry to fight back.
"Creak," the door was gently pushed open. A woman who looked like she was only in her twenties, wearing a green skirt and black silk hanging over her waist, came to open the door. Like a slender willow, with a nose like jade, she is unusually upright and well-behaved. Her thin, red lips seem to touch a trace of sadness. There is no hint of a smile, let alone the expression on her face, which is as clear as still water without any ripples. .
No, why is Miss Nishang's mother so young? She almost looks the same age as Miss Nishang, but her appearance is thinner, like a flower in the water, soft and weak, and seems a little unable to bloom.
When I opened the door, I saw Meng Xinghe, a strange man standing outside. The woman in the green skirt made a "squeak" sound. Her beautiful eyes were confused like pearls buried in the sand. She was about to close the door and said: "Get out." ,"
Could it be that she was starting to go crazy? Meng Xinghe didn't care. Seeing that the woman was about to close the door to reject him, Meng Xinghe immediately stretched out his hand to stop her. But he seemed to be a little anxious. He actually reached out and touched the woman's fair and slender lotus root arm, feeling an unprecedented feeling. The cold hit him. Meng Xing hurriedly pulled his hand back and tried to smile: "Girl, I didn't mean it."
Faced with such a young woman, Meng Xinghe didn't know what to call her. He just said something casually to resolve the embarrassment. Who knew that the woman was going to close the door and refuse Meng Xinghe's coming, but was touched by Meng Xinghe, but she was stunned for a while. , the originally plain face showed surprise, joy, and endless resentment. Looking at Meng Xinghe's unfamiliar face, he asked: "Who are you?"