famous eldest daughter

Chapter 608 Thought
Knowing the answer in his heart, Gu Yuqing pushed the four silver ingots in the direction where Wang Daqing had just sat, stood up and said, "Thank you."

Wang Daqing's eyes were shining with dazzling luster, he smiled and said: "No need to work, no need to work, the family said, let Miss Gu go there by herself, I won't send it away, his family is at the bottom of the east end of the village. The doors of the three families are dark green, and every door has last year’s New Year paintings pasted on them, but only in his house, I painted that year’s paintings, so it’s very easy to recognize.”

As Wang Daqing spoke, he walked to the table without stopping, stretched out his arms, took the four silver ingots into his arms, and hugged them carefully as if they were holding a newborn baby. With that loving look, he It is as if a loving father is watching over his little baby!
Even though Gu Yuqing didn't dislike Wang Daqing because of his sense of responsibility to the villagers, but he couldn't bear his current state, so he didn't stay any longer, and walked out.

As soon as they left Wang Daqing's house and got on the carriage, Gu Yuqing and Ji Xiang both let out a sigh of relief.

The carriage started off and headed straight to the east end of the village.

Ji Xiang said to Gu Yuqing: "Miss, this is a big forest with all kinds of birds. This Wang Daqing... actually lets his concubines serve others?"

Gu Yuqing shook his head, "Those people who say they are his concubines are just names for his convenience! He is not stupid!"

Wang Daqing, in the name of his wife and concubine, he is doing this thing.

It seems that he suffered a big loss and allowed his woman to be defiled by others, but the reality is... his large house that exceeds the regulations is enough to explain everything.

Perhaps he had never touched any of those women.

For such a person, I didn’t expect that he would actually care about the villagers.

I just don’t know whether this heart is red or black.

From Wang Daqing's house to that family, it's only a few turns and it's not too far away, Gu Yuqing hadn't calmed down yet, when he got off the carriage and stopped abruptly, the groom's voice came from outside the curtain, "Miss, we're here. "

Jixiang opened the curtain and helped Gu Yuqing get out of the car.

The north wind carries withered yellow and dry fallen leaves, whirling past the feet, adding a sense of desolation to the late autumn and early winter in the village.

Holding the small hand stove in her arms, Gu Yuqing glanced at the dark green door.

Sure enough, as Wang Daqing said, the New Year paintings on other people's doors were pasted on them, while his own paintings were done by himself.

The two paintings of door gods are lifelike, even more lifelike than those on the New Year paintings. Each stroke is full of force when starting and stopping, and when the brush strokes change, they are just a door god, but they are full of grandeur that is ready to be expressed. The atmosphere is so atmospheric that people can feel it right away.

To have such a painter shows that the owner of the family is either an experienced painter or a reclusive master.

Hidden expert...

When her thoughts reached this point, Gu Yuqing's heart suddenly froze, and her eyes narrowed slightly when she looked at the two paintings again.

"Tianji" never assigns tasks at will. Behind every seemingly absurd and unruly task, there are unexpected and shocking secrets hidden behind it.

Could it be said that the mission of "Tianji" this time is not about Niuchang and Miao territory, but here... Looking at the handwriting marks on the dark green door, Gu Yuqing's heart shrank, and a solemn breath could not help but appear on her brows. .

Also, here, in order to show the joy and auspiciousness, every household has a golden-red door. Why is his house painted dark green?

Golden red...dark green...Is this something you are deliberately avoiding?

So what exactly is it to avoid?Why avoid it again?What is the difference between his family and other families in this village?

While thinking carefully, his eyes passed over the dark green wooden door and looked back. The tall houses were no different from the neighbors on the left and right. He looked back and fell on the two hand-painted door gods on the door again. Gu Yuqing The more he looked, the deeper his frown deepened.

Flashes of light flashed through her mind, and suddenly the scene of a little boy holding a wolf hair in his hand, standing on tiptoes in front of a book desk and painting, suddenly appeared in her mind.

Autumn has just begun, and the maple leaves are turning red. The sunlight is cut into pieces as they sway, and bits and pieces shine into the house through the clear windows. They all fall exactly on the unfolded starched rice paper, and with the gentle breeze, It moves like an elf jumping on the paper.

The young man's handsome side face looked even more focused under the large, chopped-up sunlight spots.

His crow-green brocade clothes were embellished like sculptures, falling in Gu Yuqing's eyes and mind, and he couldn't get rid of them after two lifetimes.

That was a scene she saw in the palace courtyard of Concubine Mei when she entered the palace with her mother when she was five years old.

She can still clearly feel that the warmth of the sunlight floating on the face of the young boy who painted the painting when he turned to smile at her was so intoxicating.

That young man was none other than Concubine Mei, the eldest son of His Majesty the Emperor, Xiao Yan.

The picture was so beautiful, and it appeared so unexpectedly. In this cold early winter, Gu Yuqing's heart ached from the sudden appearance of the picture, and her eyes were blurred.

Memories were like a flood, overwhelming and surging in, giving her no chance to prepare.

That afternoon, she and Xiao Yu stood side by side, both standing on tiptoes and exploring their necks, chattering constantly while Xiao Yan was painting.

"Brother Yan, draw me a little chicken. I want a little yellow chicken, a fluffy one, with red feet."

"Brother Yan, draw me an eagle. I want an eagle to fly in the sky." Xiao Yu's childish voice echoed in Gu Yuqing's ears. She seemed to be back to the carefree, no killing, no conspiracy, no bloodshed. The age of death, "My eagle is going to catch her chick!"

When Xiao Yu said this, she giggled like a ghost, but she shed tears in anger, "Brother Yan, my chicken will have thorns on it. When the eagle comes, my chicken will be pricked with thorns." it."

Xiao Yu smiled even more narrowly, "Hahaha, chickens have thorns. Don't be joking. There are no chickens with thorns. You, this little chicken, are destined to be caught by my eagle. You are mine!"

The childish words were Wuji, but those childish words had a different flavor when Gu Yuqing, who was now engaged to Xiao Yu, thought of them again.

The two of them were chattering about the eagle and the chicken, but Xiao Yan smiled and held up the painting he had made in his hand to show them.

It wasn't an eagle or a chicken, but she and Xiao Yu were flying a kite.

"Who wants to fly a kite with her/him!" Upon seeing the painting, Gu Yuqing and Xiao Yu said in unison, each looking at the other with disgust, their eyes fell on the painting Xiao Yan mentioned, but they refused to look at it again. Eye.

"How can my eyes be so small..."

"I'm obviously taller than her..."

……

The thoughts of the past just rolled back, and in the memory, Xiao Yan's eyes towards her and Xiao Yu were always warm and doting.

(End of this chapter)