Chapter 90 "It's just some things in the court."
Yuan Cang would not tell such an embarrassing thing to a prostitute.
First of all, women will not understand the difficulties that men face in officialdom.
Secondly, what’s the use of saying it? He looked irritably at the painting he had made because he had nothing to do today.
Only this painting can make the heart go from extremely manic to slightly softened.
Zheng Meier's eyes also followed Yuan Cang's, and they were all gently cast on the table - his new ink painting.
The skirt of the woman in the painting is flying like brocade clouds, and she is holding a green flute. She looks like a fairy descending into the world. She is so graceful and graceful.
It seems that the moon is the god, willow is the posture, and jade is the bone.
Such a beautiful lady, but she didn't even have the slightest resemblance to herself.
Zheng Meier's heart was unmoved and she didn't have any distracting thoughts.
She has placed her identity very well, which is one of the important reasons why she can stay with Yuan Cang for a long time.
Don't be jealous about some things if you shouldn't be jealous, and she has no right to be jealous.
Seeing Yuan Cang's eyes lingering on this painting, he knew that the woman in this painting must be particularly important to him.
So, she changed the topic, gently touched the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in the painting with her bright red fingers, and praised her.
"Your Excellency is an excellent painter, and the paintings you make are lifelike. When I saw it, I could imagine this woman dancing gracefully and with such a wonderful posture!"
Zheng Mei'er was really good at observing people's emotions. After changing the topic, she saw that Yuan Cang's expression softened even started teasing her enthusiastically.
He was dressed in rich clothes, leaning against the hollow window lattice of Butterfly Zhurui, and gently raised her chin with his hand.
His words were frivolous: "How did you know that the woman in this painting was not you?"
Zheng Meier gave a flattering smile and did not hesitate to lower her own status to elevate the woman in the painting.
"My lord is really good at joking. How can the beauty of the slave family be compared with that of the woman in this painting? The slave family is still somewhat self-aware of this. So, sir, don't make fun of the slave family!"
Yuan Cang knew that Zheng Meier was a lovable person, and what she said made him feel very comfortable.
But soon I couldn't be happy anymore, and even got angry.
Such a stunning woman was the only woman he had ever admired in his life.
It is the most ridiculous thing in the world to be the rival of Admiral Dongchang!
It is really laughable that a eunuch could marry such a beautiful woman.
But there was nothing he could do.
Is it possible that he would go to the emperor and be jealous over a woman?
Zheng Meier has been obsessed with the flesh and blood market all year round, so she can naturally guess the reason why a man is angry with a woman. It is probably because he cannot love her.
"Although the slave family is a generation of women, they also know that this person's life has ups and downs, and the emotions of a person are joys and sorrows. The slave family doesn't know what the adults are worried about, but the slave family knows that if you can't get something, you have to find a way. I got it, and those who don’t want to see it will do whatever they can to make them disappear. Therefore, the slave family will definitely support you and do what you like."
Yuan Cang didn't answer. The slightly raised eyes had his unique am focusing too much on the eyebrows of the woman in this painting.
Zheng Meier's words really spoke to his things, even if they are tied up, are like being in thorns. Only by letting go can you be calm.
But sometimes, I just don’t want to let go.
Because gaining is more tempting to him than losing.
So, how to get it? And how to get it? After a long time, he ordered someone to bring another pot of she was drunk and in a hazy mood, she pulled off Zheng Meier's clothes, revealing a large area of smooth and tender skin.
Soon, the beauty was pinned down.
When he was deeply in love, Yuan Cang couldn't help but imagine that Zheng Meier looked like her.
Naturally, he knew that this woman was not the real her, but if he could be confused for a moment, he would be confused for a moment.
Don't think about anything else.
But, why would Xiao Qi take action against a place as useless as the Documents Library? No benefit at all?
He is not a person who can't afford to be early without profit.
Therefore, if Dongchang did this, the only reason is to vent his anger.
What kind of anger does Xiao Qi want to vent on himself? Could it be because he glanced at Feng Xiaoer one more time? After a while, he figured it out, it was just a matter of anger for beauty.
Oh, so it is.
……
It has been several days since we traveled south.
Xiao Qi was quite suspicious of the doctor's medical skills.
After so many days, why hasn't Feng Xiaoer's hysteria recovered? What he said was something that a five or six-year-old child could say?
I no longer wanted to listen to the pale language of the doctor's explanation.
Fortunately, Feng Xiaoer had no other symptoms or discomfort. She was jumping up and down every day and was very energetic.
Finally arrived in Laizhou half a month later.
Laizhou is close to the sea. Even in autumn, the scenery is pleasant and the air is crisp all the way.
A few people in plain clothes were on their way, and they stopped at a restaurant with empty stomachs.
Xiao Qi ordered a table full of delicious dishes and watched Feng Xiaoer devouring the food, which seemed to be more delicious than what he himself ate.
This restaurant is the largest restaurant in guests coming and going are all scholars, and they all talk and laugh in a well-educated manner.
The restaurant is not only for people to eat, but also hires an eloquent storyteller to tell some anecdotes or famous stories when the guests are filing in and sitting bored.
The storyteller has a mustache, a gray cloth hat, and a piece of dark red sandalwood under his hand.
Once again, the good story begins.
(End of this chapter)