In this era, what high officials, nobles, and scholars loved to do the most was to find a few famous prostitutes to accompany them. After that, they would recite poems to show off their elegance.
Only by doing so would they be able to display their pretentiousness.
Although Sun Mo wasn't a native of the Nine Provinces, he understood this atmosphere. It was like going to Starbucks to drink coffee. If he didn't take a photo and post it on his social media, wouldn't he have spent so much money for nothing?
"Uncle Zheng, I appreciate your kind intentions. You can bring her back!"
Sun Mo rejected very straightforwardly.
"Sun Mo, I don't have any ill intentions!"
Zheng Qingfang could tell that Sun Mo was a little unhappy. He frowned, not understanding what was going on. Could it be that Sun Mo liked men?
Zheng Qingfang basically couldn't imagine that Sun Mo didn't like to treat people as gifts. It was because this was too normal.
"I understand."
Sun Mo hurriedly squeezed out a smile. He was being unreasonable.
One must know that in the Song Dynasty, Old Master Su Shi, who wrote the famous [Ode to the Red Cliff], had the experience of giving away a pregnant concubine.
In that era, this wasn't a matter at all!
Old Master Zheng was giving away a slave that he had spent ten years to train. This was him thinking highly of him.
"Alright, but if you need anything in the future, you must tell me!"
After Zheng Qingfang spoke, he waved his hand. "You guys can go outside and wait!"
Xia He felt as though she had been pardoned. She had finally avoided this hurdle. After bowing, she immediately walked out, deeply afraid that if she was a step slower, Sun Mo would change his mind.
However, Dong He frowned. After gritting her teeth, she knelt with a thud. "Old Master, please forgive this slave for being bold. Dong He wishes to stay behind and take care of Teacher Sun's daily needs."
Xia He, who had just walked out of the living room, froze and looked at Dong He. Was this woman crazy? She didn't want to be a concubine of the Zheng Clan but came here to be a servant?
Honestly speaking, as long as it was someone from the direct line of descent, no matter who slept with her, she would be able to become a concubine. Maybe her life wouldn't be considered good, but she definitely wouldn't be like a lowly servant, being ordered around by others.
"Impudent!"
Zheng Qingfang berated. He only looked at Dong He, but his tens of years of experience in the imperial court allowed him to train his discerning eyes. He could guess Dong He's thoughts with just a glance.
This woman wanted to use Sun Mo as a springboard to regain her freedom!
Sun Mo was very gentle and kind. Because of Daoist White Bird, he had obtained at least 2 million taels. However, the life he was living now was still very simple.
Which family with a little bit of money wouldn't arrange a maid for their son? However, Sun Mo didn't buy one even though he had earned enough money!
One could imagine that if Dong He came to Sun Mo's place, she would only need to do some daily cleaning. There wouldn't be any hard work for her to do. If Sun Mo brought his students to the Darkness Continent for training and didn't return for two to three months, Dong He could be considered to have a long holiday.
If Dong He was sinister enough, she could even make use of Sun Mo's reputation to force him to give up on the slave contract. After all, as a great teacher, if he had a conflict with his servant, the one who would lose face would be the great teacher.
Dong He jumped in fright and hurriedly kowtowed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dong He's head smashed against the floor as she begged for mercy.
"Master, I was wrong. I won't do it again!"
Dong He was afraid. To someone like Zheng Qingfang, it was useless no matter how beautiful a woman was. If she angered him, she would have to be punished.
"Stop knocking yourself on the head."
Sun Mo furrowed his brows very deeply. This was the first time he saw a servant acting so lowly.
That's right, these servants who had signed a contract to sell themselves were even worse than commoners. They were just objects. To put it bluntly, if the patriarch killed them, he could just find an excuse to steal and report to the yamen, and nothing would happen to him.
Sun Mo's words caused Dong He to panic even more. She used even more force.
"Stop knocking yourself on the head. Didn't you hear me?"
Zheng Qingfang was very unhappy. (By acting like this, not only does it show that I'm unable to control my subordinates, but it also makes Sun Mo feel that I'm a harsh person.)
This was originally a good thing, but he didn't expect things to turn out like this.
Sun Mo's status in Zheng Qingfang's heart was very important. This was why Old Master Zheng cared so much about his image. He mustn't let Sun Mo hate him.
Dong He sprawled on the ground like a frightened quail.
"Teacher Sun, just leave her behind!"
Gu Xiuxun, who had been watching from the side, couldn't help but feel pity in her heart. If this girl returned, she might be given to another man in the future. Rather than that, she might as well stay by Sun Mo's side.
At the very least, Sun Mo was a good person and wouldn't mistreat her.
"No, I don't dare to. How can I be worthy enough to stay by Teacher Sun's side?"
Dong He's voice was filled with panic.
"Alright, stop talking nonsense. Get up, I'll bring you to bandage your wounds!"
Sun Mo instructed.
Without Zheng Qingfang's order, Dong He basically didn't dare to get up.
"Teacher Sun's words are my words. You have to listen to them!"
Zheng Qingfang berated.
"This slave will remember it!"
Dong He got up and Sun Mo saw that her head was broken. Her face was covered in blood.
"Uncle Zheng, you are right. I do need someone to clean up my place. In that case, it would be impolite of me to refuse!"
Sun Mo's heart softened.
After all, this girl had contributed favorable impression points to him before. If he could pull her up, he would do so!
Sun Mo's house always had medicine and bandages. He brought Dong He to the study room and helped her bandage her wounds.
Looking at Sun Mo's face that was inches away from hers, Dong He suddenly felt that the risk earlier was worth it.
(If it was any other man, who would care about you?)
"Does it hurt?"
The moment Sun Mo said this, Dong He's tears flowed out from her eyes, cutting her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.
How many years had it been since someone cared about her so much?
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Dong He + 100. Friendly (150/1,000).
After Sun Mo helped Dong He bandage her wounds, he left the study room and pointed to the corridor. "The third room on the east side is the guest room. You can go and rest first!"
After settling Dong He down, Sun Mo returned to the living room.
Xia He, who was standing at the door, suddenly felt a little regret when she saw this scene. Should she have stayed behind as well? No, she was fated to be the young mistress of the Zheng Clan.
Dong He was a foolish woman. She had definitely taken the wrong step.
"Sigh, I was too abrupt on this matter."
Zheng Qingfang sighed.
"Uncle Zheng, your words are too serious!"
Sun Mo chortled. "I don't have any presentable gift to give you. How about this, let me draw a painting for you?"
When Zheng Qingfang heard this, his spirits stirred. He was like an old dog that could smell the scent of meat. His eyes instantly opened wide as he looked at Sun Mo.
"Can I?"
Zheng Qingfang grew agitated.
"Let's go to the study room!"
Sun Mo led the way.
The moment Gu Xiuxun entered, she involuntarily praised, "Teacher Sun, the layout of your study room isn't bad. Also, the four treasures of the study are all high-grade goods! "
"I don't know. Ziqi was the one who cleaned and prepared everything!"
Sun Mo explained.
Upon hearing this name, Zheng Qingfang's lips twitched a little. He had planned to remind Sun Mo, but he decided to give up in the end.
Gu Xiuxun grinded the stones and laid out the paper.
"Let me do it!"
How would Dong He dare to sleep? This was the first time they were meeting, and this was the best time to leave a good impression on her new master. Hence, even if she felt uncomfortable, she had to endure it.
Sun Mo picked up the brush. After thinking about it in his mind, he dipped the brush in the ink and started writing.
The spring rain had just stopped, and the rosy clouds illuminated the area.
The grass in the outskirts was still stained with dew. In the distance, there was a pavilion that spanned ten miles. Swallows that were returning from the north were resting on it.
The stream water flowed rapidly, and the willow trees on both sides had already grown tender buds due to the spring breeze.
Over ten minutes later, a painting of the spring sun appeared on the paper.
"I didn't expect that Sun Mo's drawing skills are actually not bad!"
Gu Xiuxun felt a little surprised. After that, she glanced at Zheng Qingfang and frowned.
Why was this old man so agitated? Sun Mo's drawing skills weren't bad, but it wasn't at the level of a famous artist.
"Would it become a famous painting?"
Zheng Qingfang stared at the paper with a nervous and perturbed look on his face. Emotionally, he hoped to see the birth of a famous painting, but rationality told him that this was too difficult.
Something like a famous painting could only be obtained by chance. Even a famous artist who had grasped the third level of the Wondrous Blossom Technique wouldn't dare to guarantee that every painting they drew would be a famous painting.
After the rough background was drawn, Sun Mo started to draw people. Because he had the grandmaster-grade Character Drawing Technique, this was his forte.
After a few strokes, a young girl carrying a kite appeared under the willow tree. She tiptoed and stared at the main road.
Her hands were slender and she didn't wear any makeup. Her pure aura was vividly displayed on the paper.
All of a sudden, on the left side of the painting, half a horse took form. On the horse was an outstanding young master. He held a fan in his left hand and the reins were on the horse.
Further away, beside the stream, there were a few children catching fish. A little girl wasn't careful and fell into the water. The big brother beside her was trying to pull her up.
In the forest, on the grass, there was a pair of innocent young boys and girls whispering to each other.
Sun Mo brewed his emotions. As he drew, he started to feel sad.
In this world, there would surely be many children like Dong He. He really hoped that they could reunite with their parents and family instead of being sold at a young age and being a slave for their entire lives.
If this was the modern era, they wouldn't even have graduated from junior high. But now, in order to not be beaten and scolded by their old masters, they had to live cautiously.
The weasel brush in Sun Mo's hand lit up.
The spirit qi in the surroundings started to gather here.
"This is..."
Gu Xiuxun had a look of shock on her face. This couldn't be the Wondrous Blossom Realm, right?
No, it couldn't be. How old was Sun Mo? Also, he didn't have much time to practice drawing. If he was able to draw a famous painting, wouldn't it be too cruel to the other old fellows who couldn't even reach the Wondrous Blossom Realm?
Zheng Qingfang was agitated. He used his fingernails to dig into the flesh of his palms and controlled himself from crying out in joy.
On the grass, over ten young servants who were about ten years old were running around with paper kites in their hands. Their clothes were already drenched in sweat and their faces were filled with fatigue. However, no one dared to stop.
In the distance, under a pavilion, there was a banquet. A few scions dressed in luxurious clothes were drinking tea while chatting idly while looking at the paper kites in the sky.
Sun Mo's drawing skills were simply too brilliant. Gu Xiuxun glanced over and immediately felt the same way. She could feel the joy of these scions going for a walk.
There was a young girl standing outside the pavilion and berating those young servants, seemingly wanting them to run faster. At the same time, she was also telling a young girl who was holding a red ivory board to quickly leave and not disturb their mood.
In the stream, a few barefoot servants weren't idle either. They were cleaning a few horses.
This was originally a painting that would cause one to be in a good mood. But as the images of these young servants appeared on the paper, the atmosphere changed a little.
BOOM!
As Sun Mo's final stroke landed, the motes of spirit qi whizzed over, adhering to the paper and coloring it.
"Wondrous... Wondrous Blossom?"
Dong He exclaimed in shock. After that, she hurriedly covered her mouth. If she disturbed the birth of a famous painting, her old master would definitely skin her alive.
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