RNP Chapter 225 Sad
Chapter 225 Sad
Chapter 225 Sad
Soon, Zhang Qingfeng heard a group of footsteps approaching.
Accompanied by the chirping voice of Hua'er's little maid.
Soon, footsteps came to the door of Xin Yaoqin's room.
With a creak, the door of the room was pushed open, and a group of people came in from outside.
There were about five or six people who caught the eye, and the one walking in the front was Hua'er's little maid, and there were several girls behind, two of them were about the same age as Hua'er, and the other two were about the same age as Xin Yaoqin.
In the end, there was another person Zhang Qingfeng met, who was the mother Liu who had left earlier.
"Look, this is the painting that Yang Sanlang helped me draw." Hua'er's little maid proudly introduced to everyone.
Looking along the place pointed by the painting, soon, everyone saw the painting on the case table.
"Wow!"
"God!"
"This……"
Immediately, a burst of startled cries came from the mouths of the women in the room.
"It's too similar, isn't this painting too similar?"
"Yeah, it's so painting-like, as if it was painted on." A girl the same age as the painting exclaimed in amazement.
"This is what was painted on." Someone corrected immediately.
"That's right, I was wrong, it's like... just like the person in the mirror, it's exactly the same." The girl finally found an adjective.
"Qin'er, Shi'er, let me introduce you. This is the Yang Sanlang I told you about." Hua'er's maid introduced to two of the girls.
"My family has seen Yang Sanlang."
The two girls saluted Zhang Qingfeng.
"Um, hello." Zhang Qingfeng greeted the girl.
"You are Yang Sanlang. I heard Mama Liu said about you. I borrowed all the novels you wrote from Meiniang and read them. They are really good."
A woman who was the same age as Shen Yaoqin praised Zhang Qingfeng: "I didn't expect that you can not only write novels, but also draw, and draw so well, you are so amazing!"
"Yang Sanlang, it's really good that you draw the picture, can you draw one for me too?" The woman finally asked Zhang Qingfeng.
"Well, it takes a long time to paint such a painting, and I may not have the time." Zhang Qingfeng politely refused.
"Yang Sanlang, why don't you draw me a picture! How about~" The woman coquettishly flirted with Zhang Qingfeng.
Zhang Qingfeng had no doubt that if he agreed, something good would happen between the two of them.
"Yang Sanlang, I want to paint too." Another woman also acted like a baby to Yang Sanlang.
The two women used their own advantages. If it was another man, they might not be able to stand up to it.
But at this time, Zhang Qingfeng's soul has completely controlled this body, which can prevent this body from secreting sex hormones.
Therefore, this bit of acting like a baby has no lethal effect on Zhang Qingfeng.
"I don't have time to paint, I'm going back soon..." Zhang Qingfeng still shook his head and refused.
"Yang Sanlang, can you draw me a painting? I can pay for it. How much is it?" the woman pestered Zhang Qingfeng.
"Well, I really don't have time." Zhang Qingfeng was speechless.
The brothel woman actually wanted to hand over money, which reminded Zhang Qingfeng of the famous Liu Yong in history.
Liu Yong is a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. When he was young, he visited almost all the brothels in Bianzhou, and lingered in the brothels for a long time.
He visits the brothel, eats flowers and wine, and sleeps with girls. Not only does he not spend money, but the girls in the brothel give him money instead.
What he relies on is his talent.
For the first time, Zhang Qingfeng had the illusion that he could be like Liu Yong.
"I really don't have time now, let's talk about it later, and I will help you draw when I have time." Zhang Qingfeng said to everyone.
"Then you have to take it seriously." Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's repeated refusal, the others had no choice but to find a way to go down.
"Miss Xin, it's getting late, and I'm going back too. I'll take the manuscript away, and I'll show it to you when you come to perform my opera." Zhang Qingfeng said to Shen Yaoqin.
"Yang Sanlang, it's still early, why don't you go back after dinner." Xin Yaoqin said to Zhang Qingfeng.
"Yes, yes, go back after dinner, I'll let someone prepare the dishes, and it will be ready soon." Mama Liu stood up and said immediately, and before Zhang Qingfeng refused, she had already opened up.
Seeing such a situation, Zhang Qingfeng could only acquiesce in having a meal in the brothel before leaving.
Soon, Mama Liu asked someone to prepare food and drinks, and a group of Xiaosi maidservants placed the food in Xin Yaoqin's room.
"Yang Sanlang, sit here." Mother Liu arranged for Zhang Qingfeng to say.
"Meiniang sits here, Fu Niang sits here..." Mother Liu arranged for others.
On Zhang Qingfeng's right is Xin Yaoqin, and on the left is a woman whose appearance is not inferior to Xin Yaoqin's, named Fu Niang.
Others were also accompanying him on both sides of the dinner table.
In addition to meals, Cuiwei Pavilion also prepared drinks for Zhang Qingfeng.
"Am I eating flower wine?"
Such a posture made Zhang Qingfeng a little speechless.
"No, no, we just invite you to have dinner together as friends." Xin Yaoqin said to Zhang Qingfeng with a smile.
"That's right, that's right, Yang Sanlang, come on, I'll offer you a toast." A woman echoed and began to toast Zhang Qingfeng after speaking.
"Um, good." Zhang Qingfeng also raised his glass and had a drink with the woman.
"Yang Sanlang, I'll toast you too." Others also toasted to Zhang Qingfeng one after another.
Due to the introduction of the nomadic distillation method, the alcohol content in the Southern Song Dynasty was not low.
Soon, Zhang Qingfeng felt a little dizzy.
At this time, he realized that he couldn't drink any more, so no matter how much other people tried to persuade him to drink, he stopped drinking and ate big mouthfuls.
After drinking and eating, Zhang Qingfeng said goodbye to Shen Yaoqin immediately, and left Cuiwei Pavilion with his manuscript.
He was afraid that something bad would happen if he stayed.
"This Yang Sanlang is very interesting."
Seeing Zhang Qingfeng leaving in embarrassment, there was a burst of silver-like laughter from the attic of Cuiwei Pavilion.
"I took this painting away." When everyone left, Mother Liu said to Xin Yaoqin.
"Mother Liu, this was given to me by Yang Sanlang." Hearing what Mother Liu said, Hua'er's little maid immediately became anxious.
"What's yours and mine? Are there any rules? It's very useful for me to frame this painting." Mama Liu yelled at Hua'er.
Without waiting for others to speak, she circled the picture drawn by Zhang Qingfeng by herself.
Seeing Mama Liu's appearance, neither Hua'er nor Xin Yaoqin dared to say a word.I could only watch helplessly as Mother Liu took the painting away.
After Liu's mother left, the others also left the room one after another.
"Ugh!"
Xin Yaoqin sighed and turned around to see that the face of the little maid Hua'er was already covered with tears, and she looked aggrieved.
"Woooooo~" After everyone left the room, Hua'er's little maid finally couldn't suppress her emotions and cried out.
She was so aggrieved, watching her most beloved things being taken away, but she could do nothing, this sense of powerlessness made her heartbroken.
"Don't cry, let Yang Sanlang draw another picture for you in the future." Xin Yaoqin comforted Hua'er.
"woooooooo~"
"Stop crying, who told you to have to find someone to show off to? It's better now, don't you stop showing off?"
"woooooooo~"
Following Xin Yaoqin's words, Hua'er's little maid cried even more heartbroken.
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