What does it have to do with you marrying someone? Whoever you want to marry is whoever you can marry. Watching Master Du leave angrily, Meng Xinghe was still sitting in the room with no intention of chasing her out. Although he usually talked to this woman There is no scruple, but when it comes to issues between men and women, they have not gotten along to the point of caring for each other.
It was unreasonable, Meng Xinghe cursed secretly, it was all a joke, why should he be so serious? Although he was stern, due to Miss Du Fuzi's temper, he still went out to see what happened.
Aunt Yun looked at Meng Xinghe indifferently, "She left, she just left."
Wondering why Aunt Yun didn't scold him for bullying the master today, Meng Xinghe said "Oh" and said calmly: "It's better to leave, so as not to get in the way here."
"You are young after all," Aunt Yun sighed. She couldn't get involved in the feelings of the two young people. She had never seen through her own feelings. Meng Xinghe might not be able to see whether Miss Du had feelings for Meng Xinghe. Yes, but as a woman, she is more sensitive when it comes to certain things. Moreover, she once had such a period of time when she was young and ignorant. Naturally, she understands a little more than others, and sees problems more clearly and thoroughly. Perhaps, At that time, she was not as bold as Miss Du is now. At least she could do some trivial things in front of the person she liked in order to stay with him. As for her, she should be hiding in that deserted place without any emotion. Waiting for fate's arrangement.
"Now that Miss Du has left, you go back to your room to prepare the painting tools and go to Xiangguo Temple later," Aunt Yun just ordered. At this moment, she didn't want to argue too much with Meng Xinghe.
Meng Xinghe nodded: "Aunt Yun is going too,"
"Let's go and have a look. I haven't been there for twenty years. I don't know if it's still the same." I couldn't guess the expression in Aunt Yun's eyes, but I can be sure that it was definitely some kind of melancholy, like seeing each other suddenly after being apart for a long time. Just like a person who has been away from home for many years, on a certain day, a certain day, he sets foot on that familiar land. What he gets in return is not timidity, but the memory of being away for decades.
Meng Xinghe went back to his room, prepared all the things he needed for painting, and then packed them into a bamboo box usually used to store pen and ink books, fulfilling Aunt Yun's instructions.
Aunt Yun is dressed simply, with a navy blue silk handkerchief on her head and a jade hairpin stuck sideways. She looks like a young girl from the countryside. She is very simple and attractive. A white silk scarf hangs gently by her ear. Covering most of her face, leaving only those eyes that made people want to look at them, her long hair hung down from her ears like two thin willows, hanging down to her chest and floating back and forth. She kept looking at Meng. Xinghe had a strange expression at this time and asked in a cold voice: "Why are you laughing? You are so vulgar."
Meng Xinghe stopped the drool that was about to drip, and said seriously: "You're not smiling. Aunt Yun, you are so beautiful. This simple dress can't hide the natural charm of your body. If you were like this with me When I go out, others will poke me in the spine and scold me. I am a toad eating swan meat and wishful thinking."
Aunt Yun didn't take what he said into her heart at all, and said sternly: "Where's the Longyan Pill?"
"Oh, here," Meng Xinghe hurriedly took out the magical elixir from his arms that is said to change your appearance if you take one pill.
Spreading her white and delicate palms, Aunt Yun poured a Longyan Pill into her hand, "Eat it and you will become like that man you saw in the Demon Gate Underground Palace, and then went to paint for someone in front of Xiangguo Temple. "Beauty Pictures,"
Meng Xinghe swallowed the pill and felt a burning sensation in his stomach. Then his face seemed to be tightly held by something, and he felt like he was suffocating. After a while, he felt a little better, but he saw Aunt Yun staring at him intently across from him. Looking at him, it was as if he suddenly saw the strangest thing in the world and wanted to take him for himself. Meng Xinghe did not believe that he had great charm and could make Aunt Yun stay on him for a long time, attracting a bronze mirror. Only then did he realize that he had become another man.
His first impression was that this man was handsome, so damn handsome, countless times better than Pan An and Song Yu. If he walked around Chang'an Avenue, there would definitely be countless official ladies who couldn't help but fall in love with him. Man, no wonder Aunt Yun is so obsessed with this face of hers. Even Meng Xinghe wanted to find a knife to cut open this face that made everyone look like a monster so that he wouldn't be jealous.
"Stop looking in the mirror. It's not like you are such a stinky person." Aunt Yun, who came to her senses, pushed Meng Xinghe and said, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Leave quickly."
Meng Xinghe was mentally unhappy. He still had the best face. After all, it looked comfortable. Now with such a handsome face that would bring disaster to the country and the people, and go to a popular place like Xiangguo Temple, would it still be chaos for the country?
Monster, Meng Xinghe cursed at himself, then walked to Xiangguo Temple with a bamboo box in his arms.
As expected, wherever he went, almost everyone turned around and took a look at Meng Xinghe. That man was so unique, elegant in appearance, and could even be said to be impeccably handsome, with three white spots on his forehead. His hair is flowing and unruly. Although he is wearing a shabby green shirt, he has more of an ethereal fairy spirit than those nobles and nobles who are gorgeously dressed and conceited. His existence is even more attractive than the mortal fairies. His existence is , causing quite a sensation throughout Chang'an City.
Arriving in front of the Xiangguo Temple, Aunt Zhaoyun's arrangement was that starting from today, she would draw pictures of beauties in front of the Xiangguo Temple.
After setting out his painting tools, no fewer than dozens of wealthy ladies standing in the distance came over timidly. With his usual reserve, he asked in a low voice: "Sir, I am painting for someone else."
Meng Xinghe nodded: "Draw all the beauties in the world. If you want to draw one, miss, please sit down." Meng Xinghe raised his hand to indicate that she could sit in front of him. His movements and tone were extremely frivolous, but the woman was blushing. He sat down and stared at Meng Xinghe's evil-smiling face, silently agreeing.
He spread out a piece of rice paper and looked at the lady opposite him carefully. Without another glance, Meng Xinghe picked up his homemade brush and painted quickly on the paper. His painting method was very unique, and he did not use a brush. It was a black thing, but the young lady had already been distracted by his monster-like face, so how could she care to watch him paint.
As soon as you put pen to paper and add color, a vivid picture of a beautiful woman appears in front of your eyes.
"Three taels of silver," Meng Xinghe handed the painting to the young lady. The young lady seemed to wake up from a dream, hurriedly took off an emerald green bracelet from her hand, handed it to Meng Xinghe, and apologized: "I didn't bring it. Money, but can I pay with the bracelet?" She seemed to not want to leave Meng Xinghe's face, the woman was very sincere.
"That's fine," Meng Xinghe answered simply, without any hesitation.
The woman took the beauty painting that Meng Xinghe painted for her and left with some disappointment. However, more women surrounded Meng Xinghe's painting stall. The accessories on her body, whether they were phoenix hairpins, gold beads, or earrings and bracelets, All of them were placed in front of Meng Xinghe's painting stall, shouting: "Sir, can you also draw a picture of a beauty for us?"
"Don't worry, come one by one," Meng Xinghe didn't know whether these ladies coveted his beauty or liked his paintings, but Aunt Yun asked him to draw pictures of beauties in front of the Xiangguo Temple. All the requests of these ladies must be met.
He quickly drew dozens of pictures of beauties. After the ladies got their hands on them, they all took them and kept them as if they had found treasures. This made Meng Xinghe quite speechless. He also knew that these women were not here for the paintings, but purely for the purpose. For him as a person.
Looking at the steady stream of people waiting to paint, Meng Xinghe had the urge to smash the painting stall.
The mission, in order to get the little baby Mengdie out of the devil's door, must be carried out no matter what. Gritting his teeth, Meng Xinghe simply immersed himself in painting. Although he dealt with it hastily, he did not perform abnormally, and the beautiful pictures he drew can be regarded as a habit. , without any shortcomings.
He drew a few more pictures in one breath and dismissed the nymphomaniac ladies. Just when he was about to take a breather, he suddenly saw a heavy bag flying on the table. Meng Xinghe looked up and saw a friend he had only met once.
She has curvy eyebrows, dressed plainly, no makeup, no rouge, everything is very elegant and light makeup, and the clothes she wears are also very simple. At a glance, people can only think that this woman is a good husband. Godson, she works in the fields and weaves. She is a very gentle and gentle little woman. However, Meng Xinghe did not call her by name, otherwise his identity would be revealed.
"Girls also paint," Meng Xinghe asked casually. He originally thought that this woman would be like other nymphomaniacs, and would show the same admiring look when seeing his handsome face, but he didn't know that the woman didn't He didn't look at himself twice, but said coldly: "Draw me a picture of a beautiful woman, and I'll give you all the money." With a clatter, ten luminous pearls of even size fell from the bag on the painting stall, and suddenly Lighted up half the sky.
"Girl, please take a seat," Meng Xinghe said with a smile, his expression was kind and he would not bully humans or animals. He had already picked up the brush in his hand and was ready to paint.
The woman interrupted his painting and said: "The picture of beauty I want you to draw is not for myself. I just want you to draw for someone who has been waiting hard for twenty years, but has not seen the return of the betrayed person." Draw a picture of a beautiful woman. Her name is Long Suxin. If sir, you are not forgetful, you should still remember this name."
Meng Xinghe held the pen and refused to put it down. He showed a wry smile and said, "I never knew him."
It's not that Meng Xinghe was ruthless, Long Suxin was indeed unknown to him, but if he guessed correctly, it must be Miss Xiaowu's mother who lives in Shuijingfang. Meng Xinghe had a relationship with her once, and this Miss Xiaowu, It was also at the invitation of someone that he met a dancing girl in the ***. The friendship was not very close, but it was hard to forget because the ten night-light pearls on the painting stall were presented to Miss Xiaowu by himself that day.
Miss Xiaowu looked at him indifferently, suddenly laughed strangely, and said: "Dongshi, Shuijingfang, my mother has made your favorite osmanthus cake and is waiting for you to go back. You can choose not to see her, or You can hide from us for a lifetime, but if you don't go, I, Xiao Long'er, will turn the entire Tang Dynasty upside down. I want everyone to know that you, a heartless and heartless man, have failed my mother for twenty years. Constantly waiting,"