Chapter 307 Sun Mo, Are You Actually a Famous Painter?

In these years, the most favorite thing for dignitaries and literati and poets is to find a few famous prostitutes to accompany them, and then sing poems against them, arty.

Only in this way can you show your brilliance.

Although Sun Mo is not a native of Kyushu, he understands this style. It's like going to Starbucks to drink coffee. If I don't take a picture and send it to the circle of friends, wouldn't I spend so much money in vain?

"Uncle Zheng, I've got my mind, man, take it back!"

Sun Mo refused, very simply.

"Sun Mo, I have no ill intentions!"

Zheng Qingfang heard that Sun Mo was a little unhappy, and his brows furrowed. He was a little confused. Could it be because Sun Mo likes men?

Zheng Qingfang never imagined that Sun Mo didn't like this kind of behavior of treating people as gifts, because it was too normal.

"I understand."

Sun Mo quickly squeezed out a smile, because he was being hypocritical.

You must know that in the Song Dynasty, the famous Master Su Shi, who wrote the famous poem "Red Cliff", had the experience of giving away a pregnant concubine.

In those days, it didn't matter!

Mr. Zheng sent him a slave who had been carefully trained for ten years, which was to look up to himself.

"Okay, but if you need anything in the future, be sure to tell me!"

After Zheng Qingfang finished speaking, he waved his hand: "You guys go outside and wait!"

Xia He was granted amnesty, and finally escaped this hurdle. After she saluted, she immediately left, fearing that if she took a step further, Sun Mo would change her mind.

However, Dong He frowned. After gritting her teeth, she knelt down with a thud: "Master, please forgive me for taking courage. Dong He wants to stay and take care of Teacher Sun."

Xia He, who had just walked out of the living room, froze and looked at Dong He, is this woman crazy? There are concubines from the Zheng family who don't do it, and come here to be servants?

To be honest, as long as he is a direct descendant, no matter who sleeps with him, he can take the position of a concubine, and he may not live well, but he definitely doesn't need to be called by others like a lowly servant.

"presumptuous!"

Zheng Qingfang reprimanded,

He was just looking at Dong He, but the decades of experience in court struggles had made him shrewd for a while, and with just one glance, he could guess what Dong He was thinking.

This woman wants to use Sun Mo as a springboard to regain her freedom!

Sun Mo is very gentle and kind. He has received at least two million taels from Daoist White Bird, but the life he lives now is still simple.

In a family with a little money, who wouldn't give their son a maid, but Sun Mo made his own money and didn't buy it!

It is conceivable that when Donghe arrives at Sun Mo's place, she can just do the daily cleaning, and there is no hard work for her to do. If Sun Mo takes his students to the Dark Continent for training, and he won't come back for two or three months, then Donghe is considered a big man. on vacation.

If Dong He was insidious enough, he could use Sun Mo's reputation to force him to give up his contract. After all, as a famous teacher, he had a conflict with his servant, and it was the famous teacher who was embarrassed.

Dong He was startled, and hurriedly kowtowed like pounding garlic.

boom! boom! boom!

Dong He's head hit the floor while begging for mercy.

"Master, I was wrong, I dare not!"

Dong He was afraid. For a person like Zheng Qingfang, no matter how beautiful a woman was, it was useless. If he angered him, he would be punished.

"Stop knocking."

Sun Mo frowned deeply. This was the first time he had seen a servant look humble.

Yes, these servants who signed the deed of selling their bodies are inferior to the commoners. They are just an object. To put it in an ugly way, the owner of the family beat them to death. They just made an excuse for stealing and went to the yamen to report to the yamen.

Sun Mo's words made Dong He even more panicked and more forceful.

"Stop knocking, didn't you hear?"

Zheng Qingfang was very upset. Your appearance not only showed that I was under control, but also made Sun Mo feel that I was mean.

It was a good thing, but I didn't expect it to happen like this.

Sun Mo has a very important position in Zheng Qingfang's heart, that's why Master Zheng cares about his image so much, don't let Sun Mo hate him.

Donghe lay on the ground like a frightened quail.

"Master Sun, just keep her!"

Gu Xiuxun, who had been on the sidelines, couldn't help but feel pity. When this girl goes back, she will probably give it to other men in the future. Instead, it's better to stay by Sun Mo's side.

At least Sun Mo is a good person and won't abuse her.

"No, I don't dare, how can I stay with Teacher Sun?"

Dong He's voice panicked.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, get up, I'll take you to bandage it!"

Sun Mo ordered.

Dong He didn't dare to get up without Zheng Qingfang's order.

"Master Sun's words are my words, you have to listen!"

Zheng Qingfang reprimanded.

"Slave remember it!"

When Dong He got up, Sun Mo saw that her head had been smashed, and her face was covered in blood.

"Uncle Zheng, you're right, I really need someone to clean up here, so I'll be disrespectful!"

Sun Mo's heart softened.

This girl, after all, has contributed to her favorability. If you can pull it, just pull it!

Sun Mo's house was always stocked with medicines and bandages. He took Dong He to the study to help her bandage.

Looking at Sun Mo's cheek so close, Dong He suddenly felt that the adventure just now was worth it.

If it were another man, who would care about you?

"Does it hurt?"

As soon as Sun Mo said these words, Dong He's tears couldn't be stopped any longer.

It's been so many years, no one has cared so much about himself.

Ding!

Favorability from Winter Lotus +100, friendly (150/1000)

After Sun Mo wrapped Donghe's dressing, he left the study and pointed to the corridor: "The third room on the east side is the guest room, you should go and rest first!"

After settling down Donghe, Sun Mo returned to the living room.

Xia He, who was standing at the door, saw this scene and suddenly felt a little regretful. Should he stay? No, I want to be the young grandma of the Zheng family.

This stupid woman, Dong He, was absolutely wrong in this step.

"Hey, this thing, I was abrupt."

Zheng Qingfang sighed.

"Uncle Zheng is serious!"

Sun Mo chuckled: "I don't have anything to thank you for, so let me paint a picture for you?"

Zheng Qingfang was shocked when he heard this. Fu Fang, who smelled the smell of meat, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Sun Mo.

"is it okay?"

Zheng Qingfang was excited.

"Go to the study room!"

Sun Mo led the way first.

As soon as Gu Xiuxun entered, she couldn't help but praise: "Master Sun, is your study layout good? Besides, the four treasures of the study are all high-end goods!"

"I don't know, it's all Ziqi's cleaning and preparation!"

Sun Mo explained.

Hearing this name, Zheng Qingfang's mouth twitched slightly. He originally planned to remind Sun Mo, but finally gave up.

Gu Xiuxun grinds and spreads rice paper.

"Let me do it!"

How dare Dong He go to bed? When we meet for the first time, this is the time to make a good impression on the new owner, so even if he is not feeling well, he must resist.

Sun Mo wrote the pen. After thinking about it in his mind, he dipped in ink and started writing.

The spring rain stopped at the beginning of the day, and the colorful clouds were shining all over the place.

On the grass in the suburbs, there is still dew. In the distance, there is a long pavilion of ten miles. There are swallows returning from the north, resting on it.

The stream is in a hurry, and the willow trees on both sides have been cut out by the spring breeze in March.

More than ten minutes later, a picture of spring has appeared on the paper.

"I didn't see it, Sun Mo's painting skills are actually pretty good!"

Gu Xiuxun was a little surprised, then glanced at Zheng Qingfang and frowned.

This old man, what are you so excited about? Sun Mo's paintings are good, but they are not at the level of famous painters, right?

"Will it become a famous painting?"

Zheng Qingfang stared at the rice paper, looking nervous and apprehensive. Emotionally, he wanted to see the birth of a famous painting, but reason told him that it was too difficult.

Famous paintings are things that are obtained by chance, even a famous painter who has mastered the third realm of wonderful brush and flowers, he can't guarantee that the paintings he draws are all famous paintings.

After drawing the rough background, Sun Mo began to draw people. Because he has master-level figure painting skills in traditional Chinese painting, this is his strength.

After a few strokes, a girl with a kite appeared under the willow tree. She stood on tiptoe and looked towards the avenue.

She is known for her slender hands and no makeup, and her pure breath is vivid on the paper.

Suddenly, on the left side of the picture, there is a half-horse in shape.

In the distance, by the stream, there were several children from the chief corner who were catching fish. A little girl accidentally fell into it, and the big brother next to him was trying to pull him up.

And in the woods, on the grass, there are a couple of men and women with little guesses whispering.

Sun Mo was brewing emotions, and as he painted, he became sad.

In this world, there must be many children like Donghe. I really hope that they can be reunited with their parents and families, instead of being sold at a young age, and can only be slaves and maids all their lives.

If it is modern, they have not graduated from junior high school, but now, in order not to be beaten and scolded by the master, they live cautiously.

The wolf hair in Sun Mo's hand lit up.

The spiritual energy around him began to gather here.

"This is……"

Gu Xiuxun's face was full of horror, wouldn't this be the realm of brilliant brushwork?

No, no, Sun Mo is so old, and he doesn't have much time to practice painting on weekdays. If he draws famous paintings, wouldn't it be too cruel to other old fellows who are looking for a wonderful pen and flowers and can't get it?

Zheng Qingfang was excited, and pinched the flesh of his palm with his fingernails, only then did he control his unhappy cry out.

On the grass, more than a dozen teenage servants dragged paper kites and ran around. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and their faces were full of exhaustion, but no one dared to stop.

In the distance, under the long pavilion, there was a banquet, and a few rich children in rich clothes were drinking tea and chatting while looking at the paper kites in the sky. .

Sun Mo's technique is really brilliant. Gu Xiuxun immediately felt the same when he saw it, and realized the joy of these wealthy children's outings.

There was a girl standing outside the long pavilion, yelling at the servants, as if to make them run faster. At the same time, she was also telling a girl with a red tooth board to sing away quickly, so as not to disturb their Yaxing.

In the stream, a few barefoot servants were not idle, washing a few spring horses.

This was originally a picture of a happy spring tour, but as the tired and tired images of these servant girls appeared on the paper, it changed a bit.

boom!

As Sun Mo's last strokes fell, those aura light spots whistled and attached to the rice paper to color it.

"Miao... a wonderful pen makes flowers?"

Dong He exclaimed, and then quickly covered his mouth, if he disturbed the birth of a famous painting, the master would definitely peel off his own skin.