Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss
Chapter 159 Danqing Holy Hand
When the carriage arrived at the door of Ke's house, Jiang Fuyuan knocked on the roof and asked Steamed Bun and Xiaopang who were nestled on it to go home first, while she and Zhong Liefeng returned to the general's mansion.
Steamed Bun jumped up on the wall and watched the carriage turn a corner and disappear into the night. It curiously asked Fatty for gossip: "Do you think that when the master wakes up, we may need more than one..."
It paused, tilted its head and asked, "What should we call him? Master's husband?"
Xiaopang was speechless: "I want you to learn more human vocabulary. How can you be called a master husband?"
Steamed Bun was dissatisfied: "Then what do you think we should call him?"
Xiaopang thought for a moment and said to himself: "I see that the clerks in those shops call the boss's wife boss's wife. The owner is our boss, and the boss's husband should be called..."
Steamed Bun was confident and immediately answered: "I know! Call Boss Daddy!"
Fatty: "..."
Fortunately, Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng had already returned to the General's Mansion, and no one heard the conversation between the ghost and the beast, otherwise she would have rewarded them with a few big dicks on the spot.
You even screamed dad, and you jumped directly from Sweet Pet Theater to Ethics Theater, right?
At midnight in the General's Mansion, everyone was asleep except for the servants who were on guard duty.
Zhong Lianfeng stopped the night servant from informing the housekeeper. He held the lantern in one hand and led Jiang Fuyuan to his study.
There are two studies in the general's mansion. One is for show, and the other is at the back of the general's bedroom. It is covered by a secret door. Even the servants who sweep the house never enter. All the objects inside are Zhong Liefeng organized it himself.
Tonight Jiang Fuyuan became the first guest in this study.
Or the second master.
Jiang Fuyuan walked to the desk and looked at it curiously.The four treasures of the study are neatly placed on the table. On the right side are some paintings. Judging from the state of consumption, it is known that the owner uses them frequently.
"Do you know how to paint?" Jiang Fuyuan suddenly became interested, "What can you draw for me to appreciate?"
Zhong Lianfeng was nervous and uneasy from the moment he entered the study. His eyes followed Jiang Fuyuan's movements. When he saw her focusing on the paint, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Hearing Jiang Fuyuan's words, he pursed his lips and made a thousand preparations in his heart before gritting his teeth and opening the cabinet door next to the desk.
As soon as he opened the cabinet door, Jiang Fuyuan saw a large stack of scrolls.
Zhong Lianfeng took out all the scrolls with a look of death and whispered: "This is my last secret..."
He took out the scroll and unfolded it one by one. Jiang Fuyuan realized that these were all paintings of single figures. She could tell at a glance that the person on them was none other than herself.
The movements, expressions, and temperament are all vividly depicted.
The way she lay on the soft couch and took a nap, the way she drank tea, the way she teased the black cat and fed it, the way she leaned against the window and was too lazy to move, letting her black hair flow down...
Every picture is of her, and the signatures in the corners of the scrolls are the words "Time" and "Zhong Liefeng".
Jiang Fuyuan looked at each picture. She couldn't even remember some scenes, but every bit of her life was drawn by someone who could only see her.
There is a painting of her sitting under a tree eating snacks, her eyes narrowed and her face full of contentment, her slender white hands resting on the back of the chair.
There should be a man wiping her hands in the painting, but Zhong Liefeng did not paint himself.
Probably in Zhong Lianfeng's eyes, he couldn't see himself, all he could see was his little phoenix.
Jiang Fuyuan looked at it for a long time, and then slid his fingers across the scroll to take down one. He twitched but didn't move.
She looked up along Zhong Lianfeng's hand pressing on the scroll and saw his flushed face under the candlelight.
Jiang Fuyuan squinted his eyes, used a little force on his hand, and finally pulled out the scroll.
With such a blushing face, could it be some kind of ulterior painting?
She unfolded the scroll and took a look, and a picture of two people kissing suddenly appeared in front of her. The background should be the Bozhou government office.
Jiang Fuyuan:......
She moved her gaze to the other scrolls that Zhong Lianfeng was trying to hold down, and unfolded them one by one.
The second picture is a kissing picture, located in the side yard of Ke Zhai.
The third picture, a kissing picture, takes place in her room. …
I looked at seven or eight scrolls in a row, all of which were pictures of kissing.
Jiang Fuyuan jumped directly to the last scroll with no expression on her face.
This picture is not a kissing picture, but a picture of two figures whose faces are unclear and entangled in a sea of clouds.
Good guy, I went directly to Wushan.
"You can't tell." Jiang Fuyuan looked at Zhong Liefeng and commented, "You are still a master of painting."
Zhong Lianfeng touched his nose and did not dare to look at her.
He didn't know when or how long he would be able to recognize Little Phoenix as his true identity, so he made these paintings just to keep his thoughts, and wanted to capture every bit of the two of them.
If one day the truth comes out, and Little Phoenix cannot accept his deception and wants to leave him, at least he will still have these treasures as a souvenir, and he can take them to the grave as a burial object after his death.
At least this way he won't be so lonely when he sleeps alone underground a hundred years later.
Jiang Fuyuan rolled up the painting and threw it on him. He turned around and sat at the desk. He supported his chin with one hand and nodded at him with the other hand: "You can't judge a person by his appearance. I just thought you were a boring coquettish one. I didn't expect you to be a coquettish one." so smart."
Zhong Lianfeng silently held the scroll and whispered: "Are you angry? Then I...then I will burn all the paintings that exceed the limit..."
He couldn't burn them all, he still wanted to keep just the little phoenix scroll.
Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyebrows: "I just said you were sexy, did I make you feel hot?"
Zhong Lianfeng couldn't deal with this. He looked at Jiang Fuyuan blankly and didn't know what to say.
Jiang Fuyuan stood up and walked to his side, saying slowly: "Besides, it's not that I don't allow you to be sexy, but..."
She was so close that she whispered into her ear: "From now on, you can only do it in front of me."
Zhong Lianfeng: "...ah?"
Jiang Fuyuan pretended to be angry and complained: "What's the point of just making paintings? How do you want to just say no to me? You have to draw these secretly and hide them so deeply."
Her cold fingers climbed up to his hot blood-red ears, and her voice was soft and soft: "And Wushan Yunyu, why does it need a beauty like a flower to separate the clouds?"
"I can help you make it a reality...are you right, husband?"
Zhong Lianfeng was in a daze: "What... did you call me?"
Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him and suddenly took a step back to distance the two of them.
"Oh no, you are not my husband now." She looked into his eyes, her voice full of ridicule, "My husband's name is Ke Xuesheng."
Zhong Lianfeng:......
Little Phoenix definitely did it on purpose, deliberately retaliating against himself for secretly drawing her, so he stirred up the fire without extinguishing it and put him on the fire alive.
He took a deep breath and said helplessly: "I just..."
Jiang Fuyuan was faster than him: "No, you are not."
She nodded his forehead and said softly: "So Painting Sage should work harder and return my husband to me as soon as possible."
"I'm waiting for my husband to come back and marry me again."
Zhong Lianfeng was startled.
Little Phoenix wants him to marry her.
Just like in the dream, let everyone know that his little phoenix only lives on his sycamore tree.
Just thinking about this scene makes Zhong Lianfeng's soul start to tremble.
He must catch the culprit of the White Lotus magic as soon as possible and transform back into Ke Xuesheng uprightly. (End of chapter)
Steamed Bun jumped up on the wall and watched the carriage turn a corner and disappear into the night. It curiously asked Fatty for gossip: "Do you think that when the master wakes up, we may need more than one..."
It paused, tilted its head and asked, "What should we call him? Master's husband?"
Xiaopang was speechless: "I want you to learn more human vocabulary. How can you be called a master husband?"
Steamed Bun was dissatisfied: "Then what do you think we should call him?"
Xiaopang thought for a moment and said to himself: "I see that the clerks in those shops call the boss's wife boss's wife. The owner is our boss, and the boss's husband should be called..."
Steamed Bun was confident and immediately answered: "I know! Call Boss Daddy!"
Fatty: "..."
Fortunately, Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng had already returned to the General's Mansion, and no one heard the conversation between the ghost and the beast, otherwise she would have rewarded them with a few big dicks on the spot.
You even screamed dad, and you jumped directly from Sweet Pet Theater to Ethics Theater, right?
At midnight in the General's Mansion, everyone was asleep except for the servants who were on guard duty.
Zhong Lianfeng stopped the night servant from informing the housekeeper. He held the lantern in one hand and led Jiang Fuyuan to his study.
There are two studies in the general's mansion. One is for show, and the other is at the back of the general's bedroom. It is covered by a secret door. Even the servants who sweep the house never enter. All the objects inside are Zhong Liefeng organized it himself.
Tonight Jiang Fuyuan became the first guest in this study.
Or the second master.
Jiang Fuyuan walked to the desk and looked at it curiously.The four treasures of the study are neatly placed on the table. On the right side are some paintings. Judging from the state of consumption, it is known that the owner uses them frequently.
"Do you know how to paint?" Jiang Fuyuan suddenly became interested, "What can you draw for me to appreciate?"
Zhong Lianfeng was nervous and uneasy from the moment he entered the study. His eyes followed Jiang Fuyuan's movements. When he saw her focusing on the paint, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Hearing Jiang Fuyuan's words, he pursed his lips and made a thousand preparations in his heart before gritting his teeth and opening the cabinet door next to the desk.
As soon as he opened the cabinet door, Jiang Fuyuan saw a large stack of scrolls.
Zhong Lianfeng took out all the scrolls with a look of death and whispered: "This is my last secret..."
He took out the scroll and unfolded it one by one. Jiang Fuyuan realized that these were all paintings of single figures. She could tell at a glance that the person on them was none other than herself.
The movements, expressions, and temperament are all vividly depicted.
The way she lay on the soft couch and took a nap, the way she drank tea, the way she teased the black cat and fed it, the way she leaned against the window and was too lazy to move, letting her black hair flow down...
Every picture is of her, and the signatures in the corners of the scrolls are the words "Time" and "Zhong Liefeng".
Jiang Fuyuan looked at each picture. She couldn't even remember some scenes, but every bit of her life was drawn by someone who could only see her.
There is a painting of her sitting under a tree eating snacks, her eyes narrowed and her face full of contentment, her slender white hands resting on the back of the chair.
There should be a man wiping her hands in the painting, but Zhong Liefeng did not paint himself.
Probably in Zhong Lianfeng's eyes, he couldn't see himself, all he could see was his little phoenix.
Jiang Fuyuan looked at it for a long time, and then slid his fingers across the scroll to take down one. He twitched but didn't move.
She looked up along Zhong Lianfeng's hand pressing on the scroll and saw his flushed face under the candlelight.
Jiang Fuyuan squinted his eyes, used a little force on his hand, and finally pulled out the scroll.
With such a blushing face, could it be some kind of ulterior painting?
She unfolded the scroll and took a look, and a picture of two people kissing suddenly appeared in front of her. The background should be the Bozhou government office.
Jiang Fuyuan:......
She moved her gaze to the other scrolls that Zhong Lianfeng was trying to hold down, and unfolded them one by one.
The second picture is a kissing picture, located in the side yard of Ke Zhai.
The third picture, a kissing picture, takes place in her room. …
I looked at seven or eight scrolls in a row, all of which were pictures of kissing.
Jiang Fuyuan jumped directly to the last scroll with no expression on her face.
This picture is not a kissing picture, but a picture of two figures whose faces are unclear and entangled in a sea of clouds.
Good guy, I went directly to Wushan.
"You can't tell." Jiang Fuyuan looked at Zhong Liefeng and commented, "You are still a master of painting."
Zhong Lianfeng touched his nose and did not dare to look at her.
He didn't know when or how long he would be able to recognize Little Phoenix as his true identity, so he made these paintings just to keep his thoughts, and wanted to capture every bit of the two of them.
If one day the truth comes out, and Little Phoenix cannot accept his deception and wants to leave him, at least he will still have these treasures as a souvenir, and he can take them to the grave as a burial object after his death.
At least this way he won't be so lonely when he sleeps alone underground a hundred years later.
Jiang Fuyuan rolled up the painting and threw it on him. He turned around and sat at the desk. He supported his chin with one hand and nodded at him with the other hand: "You can't judge a person by his appearance. I just thought you were a boring coquettish one. I didn't expect you to be a coquettish one." so smart."
Zhong Lianfeng silently held the scroll and whispered: "Are you angry? Then I...then I will burn all the paintings that exceed the limit..."
He couldn't burn them all, he still wanted to keep just the little phoenix scroll.
Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyebrows: "I just said you were sexy, did I make you feel hot?"
Zhong Lianfeng couldn't deal with this. He looked at Jiang Fuyuan blankly and didn't know what to say.
Jiang Fuyuan stood up and walked to his side, saying slowly: "Besides, it's not that I don't allow you to be sexy, but..."
She was so close that she whispered into her ear: "From now on, you can only do it in front of me."
Zhong Lianfeng: "...ah?"
Jiang Fuyuan pretended to be angry and complained: "What's the point of just making paintings? How do you want to just say no to me? You have to draw these secretly and hide them so deeply."
Her cold fingers climbed up to his hot blood-red ears, and her voice was soft and soft: "And Wushan Yunyu, why does it need a beauty like a flower to separate the clouds?"
"I can help you make it a reality...are you right, husband?"
Zhong Lianfeng was in a daze: "What... did you call me?"
Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him and suddenly took a step back to distance the two of them.
"Oh no, you are not my husband now." She looked into his eyes, her voice full of ridicule, "My husband's name is Ke Xuesheng."
Zhong Lianfeng:......
Little Phoenix definitely did it on purpose, deliberately retaliating against himself for secretly drawing her, so he stirred up the fire without extinguishing it and put him on the fire alive.
He took a deep breath and said helplessly: "I just..."
Jiang Fuyuan was faster than him: "No, you are not."
She nodded his forehead and said softly: "So Painting Sage should work harder and return my husband to me as soon as possible."
"I'm waiting for my husband to come back and marry me again."
Zhong Lianfeng was startled.
Little Phoenix wants him to marry her.
Just like in the dream, let everyone know that his little phoenix only lives on his sycamore tree.
Just thinking about this scene makes Zhong Lianfeng's soul start to tremble.
He must catch the culprit of the White Lotus magic as soon as possible and transform back into Ke Xuesheng uprightly. (End of chapter)
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