The dark-skinned, short, and fat man said proudly. His eyes gradually returned to their normal angle, and when he saw the Mo Residence's steward standing in front of him, he couldn't help but be shocked, and his expression immediately changed.
Housekeeper Li said with a smile, "Master Li is really impressive. My master also wants to taste the flavor of this Mount Hanshan vegetarian restaurant. It seems that this trip is in vain."
At this time, Li Gui saw a few people standing outside the door. Among them, he only recognized Wu Jiyuan and Mo Qinghe. Both of them had the same expression, sneering and looking at each other indifferently.
Li Gui cursed in his heart. He knew that he fell into Wu Jiyuan's trap. It was inevitable that he would lose face today. However, Mo Qinghe was in charge of the rice tax, and he was the largest landlord in Suzhou and Hangzhou. It could be said that if Mo Qinghe spared him, he would lose thousands of tons of rice. If he spared him, he would lose a lot of money. He didn't dare to offend this god of wealth.
Li Gui hurriedly rushed out, nodded and bowed, "Master Mo, you are here. Oh, I didn't know it was you. Please come in. I haven't seen you for a long time. I wanted to show my filial piety to you, but I didn't have the chance. It's rare for you to come to Suzhou, so I will welcome you!"
Mo Qinghe smiled faintly and said, "Eating vegetarian dishes is about the mood. It's not appropriate for Officer Li."
Officer Li looked like a rough man, but he had a lot of thoughts. He heard Mo Qinghe ridiculed him for being full of the smell of money, and his face couldn't help but turn red and white. He embarrassedly said, "Yes, yes, yes. I didn't know Master Mo invited guests. Please come in. I will leave right away. You must let me pay this bill. It will be giving me face."
Wu Jiyuan looked at the dejected appearance of Li Gui, who ran amok in the Suzhou Prefecture, and felt very happy. He saw that Li Gui was still fawning on Mo Qinghe, so he interjected: "Squire Li, you don't have to spend money. Since this Wu invited several daren to visit Suzhou, I can still afford it."
Li Gui saw that Wu Jiyuan invited Mo Qinghe to dinner. Obviously, their relationship was not shallow. There was a noble young master and a Taoist next to him. It seemed that they were not ordinary people, so he didn't dare to show an arrogant look. Several thugs in the teahouse rolled up their sleeves. They were originally aggressive, but now they were all listless. Li Gui saw that Mo Qinghe didn't look at him, so he hurriedly bowed. Until Wu Jiyuan smiled and invited Yang Ling and others to go in, he hurriedly left.
Butler Li got the order from Mo Qinghe. How could he let Qin Haodong go easily? He had already followed Qin Haodong with a smile. Of course, the lesson that Mo Qinghe said was not to ask someone to beat Qin Haodong. It was estimated that when Butler Li caught up with Qin Haodong, he would extort a sum of money from Qin Haodong. Qin Haodong would feel pain for three days.
Wu Jiyuan let them into the private room and apologized, "I didn't know that Officer Li would come. It's really a sin to disturb you."
Yang Ling saw that all the people standing inside and outside were followers. Even the owner of the teahouse and the waiter were in fear. He frowned slightly and said, "Today, we are just sightseeing as private people. It's really inappropriate to make such a big fuss. I think … can I trouble Mr. Wu to prepare some ordinary people's clothes. We will go to Lake Tai in a while. It's better to travel light. As for my people, I only choose a few people to accompany us. The others will wait on the official ship. But … I have to ask Qu Tian and his sister to change clothes."
Even though Celestial Master Zhang's faction was made up of cultivators, as long as it wasn't an important ceremony or a sacrificial ceremony, they would dress like any other ordinary person. Naturally, they had no objections to Yang Ling's order. Since he was responsible for Yang Ling's safety, Baihu Zheng did not dare to be careless. He hurriedly looked for Steward Liao and asked him to make arrangements as soon as possible. He himself picked over twenty highly skilled, alert, and intelligent people from his group. After asking Steward Liao about the itinerary, he headed to Lake Tai to make preparations.
Madam Mo gently untied her cloak, and the maid took it from the side and stood behind her. She gracefully sat next to Mo Qinghe and softly said: "Master, I haven't been to Suzhou for some time. I want to see the Chief Envoy's wife. Besides, I will feel dizzy if I don't take this big boat. I won't go to Tai Lake.
As she said this, she smiled apologetically at Yang Ling and Taoist master Zhang. Yang Ling always felt a little uncomfortable in front of her. When he heard that she was not going to Lake Tai, he felt a burst of relief. Mo Qinghe nodded and gently patted her hand. He said softly, "Okay. You don't have to rush back. I will send someone to pick you up on the way back."
He turned back and whispered to Yang Ling, "My wife and the secretary's wife, Madam Ru, are close friends. It's not appropriate to not visit her when you come to Suzhou. Moreover, we are sailing on Lake Tai. If it's a big boat, it will lose its charm. If it's a small boat, my wife has seasickness. It's fine if she doesn't go."
Yang Ling listened and nodded. He thought, "I heard that this Madam Mo is a famous prostitute in Jiangnan. I don't know if the secretary's wife, Xiaoxing, is also a romantic character."
As he was thinking, he couldn't help but look up at Madam Mo. Unexpectedly, Madam Mo's pair of eyes were also looking at him 'affectionately'. When Yang Ling saw it, his scalp immediately went numb.
Although this Madam Mo came from a brothel, she did not have the feeling of being seductive. Every frown and smile was so elegant. Today, she wore a plain white silk dress. It made her look even more like a lotus flower coming out of the water. Her eyebrows were like spring mountains and her eyes were like autumn water. She was charming and moving.
When that pair of eyes that could speak gently looked at others, perhaps she did not mean to provoke them, but it still made people's imagination run wild. Not to mention that Yang Ling had been secretly teased by her that day. How could he not have a guilty conscience?
When he turned his eyes away, he saw that Gao Wenxin was standing in front of him. Her pair of bright eyes was also looking at him without blinking. Yang Ling felt even more uncomfortable. It was as if she had seen through the fear in his heart.
Today, Gao Wenxin was wearing the emerald green dress that Yang Ling had praised yesterday. It was full of the style of a common girl in Jiangnan. Wearing it on this beautiful northern girl with an elegant and quiet temperament and a graceful and dignified figure, it had a different kind of charm. Although this kind of temperament was completely different from Madam Mo's, which was like ten thousand kinds of water, it had a different kind of sweet and crisp beauty.
Yang Ling couldn't help but softly say to her, "Wen Xin, I don't need to wait on you. You must be tired. Steward Liao, please prepare another table for the banquet. Let her … uh … and Madam Mo's two maids also eat and rest."
The imperial envoy sat at the head of the table. He hadn't even said any polite words, but he was worried about arranging for his maids to rest and eat? Were these maids really maids?
Wu Jiyuan listened to Yang Ling's instructions and carefully looked at Gao Wenxin. Although Gao Wenxin was dressed as a maid, when she stood together with Madam Mo's two pretty maids, that kind of grace and bearing of a lady from a noble family was not even one-thousandth of theirs. Wu Jiyuan's heart was moved. He couldn't help but think, "This young lady's bearing and temperament are really not like that of a servant girl. The imperial envoy loves her so much. Could it be that they …?"
Wu Jiyuan thought about it and felt that something was wrong. The generous gift he had originally prepared seemed to be missing a portion. He hurriedly called Steward Liao over and quietly gave him a few more instructions.
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The scenery of Lake Tai was beautiful with verdant hills and clear waters. The scenery here was simple, elegant, beautiful, and magnificent. The blue water was vast, the mist was vast, and the mountain range was faintly discernible. It was a magnificent scene.
Yang Ling, Mo Qinghe, Wu Jiyuan, and the Taoist master Zhang disguised themselves as scholars touring the lake. Zhang Fubao also changed into the clothes of a little maid and combed her hair into three buns. She bounced and skipped behind them.
Her appearance was originally very delicate and charming, and as soon as she changed into women's clothing, her beautiful face, which was both happy and angry at the same time, was like a painting. Even Wu Jiyuan, who was used to seeing her in Daoist attire these past few days, had his eyes light up.
Baihu Zheng brought along four people disguised as servants. They secretly carried sharp blades in their arms and carried food boxes on their shoulders. They looked around vigilantly. From time to time, foreigners disguised as tourists or boatmen quietly gestured to him, indicating that there was no doubt about everything.
It was already afternoon. The sun was no longer scorching hot and had a slight red glow. The reeds swayed in the wind. From time to time, a cool breeze blew over the surface of the lake, emitting a clear and refreshing feeling. It brushed against the slightly drunk and flushed faces of Yang Ling and the others, making them feel very comfortable.
The foreigners that Baihu Zheng sent earlier had already disguised themselves and were scattered around the lake where everyone was preparing to row their boats and collect water caltrops. Although there were some tourists on the lake, they were all rowing a small boat in twos and threes. Their behavior was carefree and unfettered, and they did not look the slightest bit suspicious.
It was the season for water caltrops to bloom. In front of them were several hectares of lotus flowers. The green lotuses reached the sky. Occasionally, there were pink and white lotus flowers. There were also mature water caltrops. The dark green lotus leaves did not show any signs of withering. It was a sea of green. Therefore, with the green leaves as a foil, the lotus flowers looked even more delicate and beautiful.
Wu Jiyuan led the group to a small pavilion. He stopped and said with a smile, "Your Excellency likes to go sightseeing on the lake in peace. Therefore, this commoner did not dare to be too loud. I have asked Manager Liao to arrange a few small boats. Today, we will row our boats and collect water caltrops. We will float in this sea of lotus flowers for a while. When we return to the shore, we will peel some fresh water caltrops and drink to our heart's content. What do you think?"
Yang Ling had the highest status among these people. During the banquet, everyone naturally kept toasting him. Therefore, although he repeatedly refused, he was still tipsy and his chest was somewhat agitated. When he heard that he would have to drink again after reaching the shore, he could not help but smile bitterly.
The lotus bushes here extended all the way to the shore. On the shore, there was a row of weeping willows. There were more than ten small boats tied to it. Manager Liao was standing under the trees with a few people. When he saw that the officials had arrived, he ordered the people to untie the ropes that tied the boats.
At this moment, a melodious and melodious voice came from the lake. The sweet voice sang, "The peach blossoms are red and the willows are green. The clear pond is filled with water caltrops. The girl plants the red caltrops, the brother plants the lotus root. The red caltrops lead the lotus root to the root."
The voice was gentle and moving. The melody was fresh and beautiful. When Yang Ling and the others heard it, they could not help but look towards the lake. They saw a small painted boat swaying towards the shore. At the bow of the boat, there was a graceful woman wearing a red dress and a pink belt. She was barefooted as she sang and danced.
The boatman at the stern had already stopped rowing. The bow of the boat parted the green leaves and red lotuses. It was as smooth as a mirror as it sailed towards the shore. In the cabin, a young scholar in a white robe swayed out with a wine glass in his hand. He smiled at the woman in the red robe and said, "What a sweet song. It is perfect to accompany the wine. I wonder which young master Miss Lian'er's red caltrops lead?"
The pretty woman in the red robe giggled. She threw a lotus seed over and said, "Of course it is you, Young Master Xu. Who else could it be?"
The young master in the white robe had a red face. It was obvious that he was very drunk. When he heard this, he laughed loudly. He looked back into the cabin with drunken eyes and said, "Look at how good Miss Lian'er is with words. However, this mouth of yours has promised me. How come the one who slept on your bed last night was Brother Ziwei?"
Gao Wenxin was very happy when she heard the song. However, after listening to their conversation, she knew that it was a few dissolute scholars who invited a prostitute to tour the lake. She could not help but frown slightly. There was a look of disgust on her face.
At this time, a white-faced man in a green robe with a small beard walked out of the cabin. He held a fan in his hand. He was about forty years old. His fair skin was already covered with shallow wrinkles. Although his face was full of smiles, there seemed to be a sense of loneliness in his expression.
He laughed unrestrainedly and said, "What? Chang Gu has just combed Linglong's hair. It has not even been a month, and you already have ideas about my Lian'er?"
The woman in red called Lian'er twisted her slender waist and flashed past the white robed scholar. She threw herself into the green robed scholar's arms like a swallow returning to the forest. She smiled sweetly and said, "That's right. Young Master Xu is so heartless. My sister Linglong is deeply in love with him. It would be strange if I don't tell Linglong about him when I get back …"
The scholar in green roared with laughter and embraced her waist. He turned his head to look toward the shore. As soon as he saw Gao Wenxin, the scholar's expression suddenly changed. This green robed scholar was about forty years old. His eyes were slightly drunk and hazy. However, when he looked at people, he was still very spirited.
His gaze was fixed on Gao Wenxin, who was standing in the pavilion. He looked her up and down. His face revealed a happy expression and he said, "I haven't seen such an outstanding and elegant woman for a long time. Aiya, she is actually a maid? Who in the Suzhou Prefecture can make such a woman a maid? "
He repeatedly knocked the fan in his hand. His face was full of regret. He was just short of beating his chest and stamping his feet.
Hearing his loud praise in the cabin, two more scholars immediately rushed out like dogs eating sh * t. The one in the lead had a big beard and was dressed in a dark green robe. His long black beard hung down to his chest and he held a huge wine cup in his hand. It was as big as a small bowl.
When the two saw Gao Wenxin, their eyes immediately lit up. They repeatedly said, "Ziwei has discerning eyes. A woman who praises must be extraordinary. Aiya, as expected, she is dignified and charming. She has a unique charm. We should drink a big white for her!"
Gao Wenxin heard them criticize her. Her pair of black eyebrows couldn't help but knit together. If it weren't for the fact that there were several famous people in front of her, she, as a maid, would lose face for Yang Ling if she spoke carelessly. She would have already exploded with these scholars.
Wu Jiyuan saw that her expression was not happy. He became a bit more cautious. Just now at the Mount Han vegetarian restaurant, he had seen with his own eyes how the imperial envoy doted on her. Wu Jiyuan was not afraid of this pretty maid's displeasure, but he was afraid of provoking the imperial envoy's anger. He quickly stepped forward and scolded, "Xi Zhe is rude. Don't talk nonsense."
Hearing him call that person by his courtesy name, it looked like they were familiar with each other. The bearded man heard someone calling him. He quickly covered his eyes with his hand and looked at him carefully. Fang Changran laughed aloud and said, "Turns out it is Wu Weng who has come to visit the lake. Hehehe, I was just saying, in Gusu City, other than your Wu family, who would have this kind of extravagance to make such a talented and elegant beauty a maid?"
By this time the boat had reached the shore. As the two sides were talking, the scholars saw Wu Jiyuan, who was originally standing in a corner of the pavilion. The scholar in green was delighted and jumped ashore. He called out, "So it's Weng Wu. That's good, that's good. Zheng Zhong, quickly get your painting box, I want to paint this girl. Weng Wu, you must agree to stay here, if worst comes to worst I'll give you a painting of mountains and rivers later."
Wu Jiyuan awkwardly said to Yang Ling, "Uh … Mister Yang, these are the four great scholars of Wu Zhong. They are used to being unrestrained and unrestrained, daren, please don't blame them. The green-robed scholar is called Tang Bohu. He usually sells literature and paintings for a living. This person is most skilled at painting court ladies. It's just that his vision is very high and he often regrets that there are no people worthy of his painting. So today, when he saw daren's maid's graceful bearing, he momentarily forgot himself and lost his manners. I'll chase them away right now. "
When Yang Ling heard the name Tang Bohu, his body couldn't help but tremble. Tang Bohu! This illustrious character was actually standing in front of him. Yang Ling was pleasantly surprised. When he heard that Wu Jiyuan wanted to chase him away, he hurriedly pulled him back. With a joyful expression, he said, "No, no, Mister Wu, please … please invite them up. Yang has long heard of the four great scholars of Jiangnan. To be able to see them today is the fortune of three lifetimes. If I were to let them go like this, it would be a great pity."
Wu Jiyuan didn't expect that Yang Ling had also heard of the four great scholars of Wu Zhong. Hearing him praise them like this, as a fellow countryman, he felt his face light up. He hurriedly called Steward Liao to invite Tang Bohu and the others up.
When the four scholars entered the pavilion, they first met with Wu Jiyuan. Among the four, Zhu Zhishan was the oldest, and his family was also the wealthiest. He had close ties with the Wu household, so he behaved the most casually. When he came up, he only smiled and bowed, and continued to drink from his wine cup. Wen Zhengming and Xu Zhenqing were slightly more restrained.
Yang Ling carefully sized up the four great scholars. He saw that the one he wanted to get to know the most was Tang Bohu. Although he was not restrained in his actions, when he entered the pavilion, he heard that the serving girl was not a servant of the Wu household, but the serving girl of this noble young master whom even Wu Jiyuan treated with respect. Immediately, his expression became more restrained. That expression did not seem like the unrestrained and dissolute Jiangnan's number one scholar. This caused Yang Ling, who wanted to see Top Scorer Tang, to feel quite disappointed.
What he didn't know was that although this Tang Bo Hu was rumored to be dissolute and unrestrained, in fact, the Tang Bo Hu in history had the most difficult life among the four great scholars. Although he was arrogant, arrogant, and cynical, he was forced to live a life where he often had to lower his head to others. How could he be unrestrained?
This Top Scorer Tang became an Elementary Scholar at the age of sixteen, which was the same age as Yang Ling. However, their fates were far from each other. When he was nineteen, he married his wife, Lady Xu. Their family ran a tavern and their life was quite comfortable.
However, disaster came one after another. First, his father died of a stroke. His mother, who was too sad, also passed away. Not long after, his sister died at her husband's house. Following that, his wife passed away due to fever after giving birth. Their child, who was only born for three days, also passed away with his mother.
Tang Bohu suffered a series of setbacks. With great difficulty, with the help of his good friends, he remarried his wife, Lady He, and studied hard. However, when he went to the capital to take the imperial examinations, he was falsely accused of bribing the chief examiner and was thrown into prison. Although it was found that there was no evidence, he was released. However, he was sentenced to not be an official for the rest of his life.
This multi-talented great scholar seemed to have been cursed by the God of Fate. This series of setbacks caused his family to break up and die. He was poor and dejected. His wife also left him because he was poor and his brothers ran away to live separately.
Tang Bohu lost all of his family's wealth and was penniless. He wandered around for a while. Up until now, he had only returned to Suzhou for less than two years. His life had just improved a little. He married a prostitute, Shen Jiuniang, as his second wife and sold paintings in Suzhou for a living.
When Yang Ling heard that he was going to paint for Gao Wenxin, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. In his mind, to be able to receive Tang Bohu's painting was a great honor. He immediately agreed.
Tang Bohu was originally feeling uneasy and was afraid that he wouldn't agree. Seeing him nod his head, Tang Bohu's face lit up with joy. He was afraid that Yang Ling would go back on his word. He hurriedly called for Wen Zhengming to bring his painting box and immediately set up his stall to paint for Gao Wenxin.
When Gao Wenxin saw that they were visiting prostitutes together, she didn't have a good impression of them. Now that she was asked to stand there and let someone paint her, in the eyes of a girl from a noble family, it wasn't a glorious thing, so she was extremely unwilling.
Yang Ling saw that she was unhappy, so he approached her and whispered, "Wen Xin, it's just letting someone paint your face, what's there to be unhappy about? This Young Master Tang's painting is very famous. The day before yesterday, I obtained Jiangnan's number one famous prostitute's painting. If I can obtain Jiangnan's number one scholar's painting today, it will become a family treasure in the future. Your appearance and temperament are one in a million. I'll trouble you to stand there for a moment and let him paint it. After many years, you can take it out and look at it again. It will have a different flavor. "
He was speaking from the bottom of his heart, but Gao Wenxin had misunderstood him. She heard that he wanted to use his portrait as a family heirloom to pass down to his descendants. Then the meaning behind his words was … When she thought of this, her heart immediately beat wildly like a little deer. She was extremely happy and willing.
Zhu Zhishan stroked his beard and stood on the side, drinking. This scholar, who had always been a funny character in the legends about Tang Bohu, looked very normal and didn't have any crazy behavior.
It's just that his capacity for alcohol was really terrifying. From time to time, he asked the boatman to go to the boat and get some more wine for him. In the end, he simply put the jar on the table and sat on the railing to drink by himself.
Tang Bohu had already spread out his stall and seriously painted Gao Wenxin's portrait. Wen Zhengming, Xu Zhenqing, Yang Ling, and Mo Qinghe all stood curiously behind him and watched. Zhang Fubao felt bored, so he pulled his brother to accompany her to the river to play.
Just as Tang Bohu drew an outline, Zhu Zhishan suddenly thought of something. He suddenly drank a glass of wine, jumped off the railing and shouted, "Oh no, oh no, why did I join in the commotion? This Ten Beauties Painting is really going to be completed! " He stomped his feet and shouted, "Three hundred taels, three hundred taels, miscalculation, miscalculation, I, Old Zhu, am going to lose this time."
Tang Bohu only raised his head and laughed, then he lowered his head to continue painting, but there was some pride in his expression. Yang Ling vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a 'Nine Beauties Painting' related to Tang Bohu. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "What 'Ten Beauties Painting'?"
Wen Zhengming laughed and said, "Today's lake trip was Old Zhu's idea. This trip down the lake will cost three hundred taels, he really miscalculated." He saw that Yang Ling seemed to have an extremely noble status, but he was amiable and didn't have the air of a son of a noble family, so he replied with a smile, "Young Master Yang, Brother Xi Zhe and Brother Ziwei made a bet. As long as Brother Ziwei can draw ten paintings of beautiful women within a year, and all four of us recognize them as beauties, Brother Xi Zhe will lose three hundred taels to Brother Ziwei.
It's just that these ten beauties are hard to find. Suzhou's Mysterious Temple has the most women, so Brother Tang often squatted there. When he saw the real beauties, he would carefully write them down and then draw them. However, this news gradually leaked out. Whoever had a female relative who went to the temple to offer incense, they would first send people to chase this great scholar away.
In the end, Brother Ziwei had already drawn nine beauties in the seventh month, but this tenth one couldn't be found even after a long time. We all thought that Brother Ziwei was going to lose this trip, but who would've thought that today we would have the fortune to meet this lady from your residence. Hehe, this can be considered heaven's will, to let Brother Xi Zhe give Ziwei a sum of money to spend. "
Yang Ling found it funny. So this group of scholars were as bored as other people. When they had nothing to do, they would also use beauties as a topic of conversation and actually bet on it.
He squatted down beside Tang Bohu and saw that Tang Bohu's brush was skillfully moving, the painting in his hand was already about sixty percent complete. Even though the facial features were still superficial, the outline still needed to be sculpted and the figures had not been painted, but a lifelike beauty had already leaped onto the paper. He couldn't help but praise, "Brother Tang's figure is indeed drawn to life, the strength of the brush is really extraordinary."
Tang Bohu was engrossed in his painting. Hearing this, he beamed with joy and said, "Young Master Yang flatters me. Beauties possess the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, they themselves are beautiful beyond compare. This one only used the brush in my hand to draw a fraction of their charm. A beauty's tranquility, elegance, and purity; a beauty's movement, like a startled crane. Her hair, her eyebrows, her eyes, her lips, her skin, her neck, her waist, and her feet, there is not a single part of her that can't be drawn. Her beauty can be found in poems, paintings, wine, and dreams. "
Yang Ling didn't expect this great scholar to have such a way of talking about women. Wen Zhengming was also a painting expert and had an extraordinary understanding of the art of painting. He could understand the meaning behind Tang Bohu's words the best. Moreover, he also held Tang Bohu's painting skills in the highest regard.
At this time, he saw that Yang Ling was in high spirits and felt a deep sense of kindred spirits. He said to Yang Ling in high spirits, "Young Master Yang, please wait a moment. There is a wonderful painting that Ziwei just finished last night on the pleasure boat. Wait for me to fetch it for you to see!"
Although Tang Bohu married Miss Lian 'er's close friend, Shen Jiuniang, he often stayed in the brothels. These girls admired his talent and never asked him to spend the night with them. This Miss Lian' er was also one of his admirers.
She had big eyes, red lips, and skin as white as cream. She was also a beauty, but Tang Bohu was full of praise for Gao Wenxin when he saw her today. Lian 'er felt that her beauty was inferior to Tang Bohu's, so she had been standing to the side, pouting unhappily. Now that she heard Wen Zhengming say that he wanted to fetch the painting he finished last night, although she was angry, she couldn't help but blush. She glared at him fiercely, seeming a little shy.
Wen Zhengming hurriedly ran back to the pleasure boat to fetch a scroll. When he returned to the pavilion, he had just opened the scroll halfway when a gust of wind blew, almost breaking the painting. Wen Zhengming pulled Tang Bohu up and said, "Brother Ziwei, stop for a moment. Let Young Master Yang see the painting you drew yesterday."
When Wen Zhengming finished speaking, he snatched the drawing board from Tang Bohu's hand and opened the scroll in his hand. Yang Ling took a look and saw that the painting was not black and white. It was painted with paint. The painting was of a nude beauty with a voluptuous figure. She was half-kneeling on the couch with a piece of red silk around her waist. Her hand was covering her private parts, and her slender waist was slightly bent. Her charming eyes were looking around, and her expression was that of Miss Lian 'er.
Behind her, a man was leaning against her buttocks in a copulation position. On the side of the painting, there were two small lines of calligraphy: 'Half a curtain of cool breeze, a couch of bright moon, half shy and half evasive, turn back and warn softly, not like an ordinary love affair'. This painting was actually a charming and gentle erotic painting.
Yang Ling had never heard of the great scholar Tang Bohu painting erotic paintings. He stared dumbfoundedly at the painting and pointed at it, saying, "This … this was painted by Brother Tang?"
Wen Zhengming smiled and said, "Yes, the brush is exquisite and the characters are vivid. Brother Tang has painted more than a hundred erotic paintings, and this one is my favorite. I've already asked him for it. Young Master Yang and I hit it off at first sight. If you like it, how about I give it to you?"
Yang Ling laughed dryly and said, "Uh … the number one scholar of Jiangnan also paints this kind of painting? Haha, this is out of my expectation. "
Xu Zhenqing smiled and said, "Listening to Young Master Yang's accent, I think you come from the north and don't know the customs of the south. It's not a big deal to paint this kind of painting. In fact, many noble ladies also copy these erotic paintings. But those that come from Brother Ziwei's hands can be called treasures.
Tang Bohu also seemed to be very satisfied with this painting. He took the drawing board and gently stroked the painting, saying with a smile, "Not only the south, but also the vicinity of the capital. Most of the women in the Tianjin Garrison are skilled in this field. Not only do they usually paint, but every year at the end of the year they also paint erotic paintings and sell them in the market. The locals call it 'Women in Spring'. Since Young Master Yang comes from the north, do you know about this?"
Gao Wenxin sat on the railing of the pavilion according to Tang Bohu's instructions. She tilted her head and stared at the misty waves of Lake Tai, letting him paint. After sitting for a long time, she felt that her shoulders and neck were a little sore. She turned around and was about to move her body when she suddenly saw Yang Ling and the scholars pointing at the drawing board. Even Wu Jiyuan and Mo Qinghe were tiptoeing behind the crowd to watch, saying that the painting was finished.
She cheerfully stood up, walked over and asked with joy, "Has Young Master Tang finished painting?"
As Gao Wenxin asked, she lowered her head to look at the painting. Although she was looking at it in the opposite direction, she could roughly recognize what the painting was about. This time, her pretty face suddenly became snow-white, as if all the blood had been sucked out of her. Then, it suddenly became red and her whole body also began to tremble.
She never thought that this person would use her appearance to paint such a painting to humiliate her. Gao Wenxin was so angry that she felt dizzy. She didn't think about it and raised her hand to slap Tang Bohu's face. She angrily scolded, "You're shameless!"
After Gao Wenxin finished speaking, two lines of tears couldn't help but fall down. What made her most embarrassed and distressed was that not only was Yang Ling not angry, he actually … actually also pointed at the painting with those people. If he really liked her and regarded her as his woman, would he treat her like this and let her be humiliated by others?
Thinking of this, Gao Wenxin was heartbroken. She covered her face with her hands, turned around and rushed to the lake.
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