Ma'am, your vest fell off again

Chapter 291 Trapped
"Hi, Second Young Master, I'm Gu Qing."

Yang Mo poured him a cup of tea with a smile, and his eyes always seemed to drill into his clothes, "Mr. Gu is a very talented person at first glance. I have never read a few books in my life. It's a bit vulgar, but I hope you don't dislike it."

"What did the Second Young Master say? I am very grateful for being treated like this by you."

"Well, sit down quickly, don't be polite to me."

"Thank you second son."

Fu Xuanrong bent over and sat opposite him, Yang Mo didn't talk nonsense to her, and got straight to the point, "You just stayed in my elder brother's courtyard for a long time, what did you say?"

"The eldest son discussed some poems with me. We chatted very speculatively. It's a pity that he is not in good health and tired after talking a few words, so he had to go back to his room to rest."

"Oh, my elder brother has been weak since he was a child, and he drank countless soups and medicines to no effect. It's really unfair." Yang Mo's tone was as sad as it was, and those who didn't know really thought how much he loved this elder brother.

Fu Xuanrong is definitely not good at expressing too many opinions on this kind of topic. After all, it is a private matter of his two brothers. Fortunately, Yang Mo has no intention of continuing, "Mr. Gu, aren't you good at calligraphy and painting? Why don't you draw one for me?" , how are you?"

Fu Xuanrong nodded, "I wonder what Mr. Yang likes?"

"My Yang family has relied on doing business for generations, so I don't pay much attention to those elegance, how about I ask a concubine to come over, and you can draw a portrait of her for me as a birthday gift, okay?"

"Then follow what the second son said." She is not very good at drawing, but she can draw some portraits. I just hope that Yang Mo will not be too embarrassing.

After a while, a woman who looked up to twelve or thirteen years old walked into the yard anxiously.

With a big wave of Yang Mo's hand, he screened everyone away, "Lian'er, take off your clothes."

The woman called Lian Er's eyes widened in horror, "Take it off, take it off?!"

Yang Mo tapped impatiently on the table with his fingertips, "What? It's only been a few days since you entered the mansion, and your ears don't work?"

Lian'er's eyes were red, and she carefully looked at Fu Xuanrong who was sitting at the stone table, "Second Young Master, there are others here, I, I..."

"You bastard! This is the painter I invited. People who study are the most pure-minded. Although you are pretty, you are not a first-class beauty. How can Mr. Gu think of you? Hurry up and take off! "

Such humiliating words made Lian'er sob in a low voice, but as a puppet raised in the mansion, she had no choice but to follow orders.

Fu Xuanrong saw her take off her clothes one by one, and when she was out of breath from crying, she finally couldn't help persuading her, "Second Young Master, I'm afraid it's not good to let Miss Lian'er be naked in broad daylight?"

"What's wrong with it? Food and sex. Mr. Gu, as a scholar, can't even see through this level?"

"Etiquette and rules cannot be broken. If the Second Young Master insists on doing this, then please hire someone else. Gu will leave first."

This Yang Mo is really a pervert, but fortunately she is only a woman, if she is a man, wouldn't she want to force Lian Er to death?

Yang Mo was just probing, and didn't really want to scare Fu Xuanrong away. Seeing that she got up and was about to leave, she quickly stopped her, "Forget it, since Mr. Gu doesn't like it, then don't take it off, Lian Er, you just wear a bellyband Sit with the panties."

Lian'er shivered and replied, "Yes."

"Okay, Mr. Gu, hurry up and draw, don't waste time."

"Ah."

Fu Xuanrong took a pen and paper, and sketched on the paper casually.Yang Mo didn't have much interest in the so-called portraits, but was obsessed with this Gu Qing's face.

He has been in the town for more than 20 years, and he has been to Goulan Washe many times. There are many male favorites among them, but no one can match the appearance of the man in front of him.

The fairy in the painting, these four words must refer to him.

"Master Gu, I wonder if you can get married?" Yang Mo casually probed.

Fu Xuanrong didn't raise her eyelids, "Not yet."

"Oh? I think you're not too young. Why aren't you married yet? A girl you don't like?"

"I study hard in the lower cold window in order to obtain fame and serve the court. Now I can't even solve my livelihood, let alone marrying a wife and starting a family?"

Yang Mo raised his voice and said with a smile: "Good ambition! It is said that everything is inferior, but reading is high. Mr. Gu is really a gentleman, but well, people should be smarter to live in this world. Everyone in Beiao looks down on merchants. But don’t I still live a good life, without worrying about eating and drinking? Look at those so-called county magistrates and officials, all of whom have their heads tied to their belts, and they may be in trouble someday.”

Fu Xuanrong pretended to hear the words, and the tip of her pen shook slightly, "Second Young Master's words are reasonable, but everyone has their own ambitions, and I still have to go to the capital to give it a try."

"The fight must be fought, but before that, you might as well leave yourself a way out."

"Retreat? What retreat?"

Yang Mo's Adam's apple rolled around, and suddenly reached out to hold the back of Fu Xuanrong's hand, "I fell in love with Mr. Gu at first sight, if you are willing to be my man, the Yang family will protect you for the rest of your life!"

"What?!" Fu Xuanrong withdrew her hand in a hurry, and stood up as if she was overly frightened, "Second Young Master, are you confused, I'm a man!"

"Of course I know you're a man, but what about a man? It's fine if I like it or not?"

"Second Young Master, don't joke anymore, it's getting late, I should go!" This Yang Mo is not only vulgar and brainless, but also so bad at flirting. If it weren't for the power in his family, the grass on his grave would be three feet high .

How could Yang Mo run away with the fat in his mouth, and pulled Fu Xuanrong back, "Since you have entered my mansion, don't think about running away, I don't like to be forced, how about this, you Stay in this yard and think about it carefully, after three days, I will wait for your reply."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Lian'er, who had dusty eyes, "Mr. Gu will be taken care of by you these few days. If he feels uncomfortable at all, be careful of your head!"

Lian'er knelt down and kowtowed a few times, "Yes, yes!"

"Humph!"

Yang Mo walked out of the yard with a flick of her sleeves, and Fu Xuanrong was kept as she wished. While packing up her pen and ink, she handed the half-painted portrait to Lian Er who was kneeling on the ground, "Here, see you off."

Lian'er took it with tears in her eyes, "Young master, run away, that Yang man is just a beast, the capital has a bright future, you must not be harmed by him!"

Fu Xuanrong didn't expect that the little girl was actually warm-hearted, so she leaned over and helped her up, "Don't worry, Miss Lian'er, I have my sense of proportion, it's still early, follow me to the room, I have a few words to ask you."

(End of this chapter)