"Feng Youwei, what are you painting!"

Feng Youwei carefully drew the picture of flowers and birds, and then, without telling her that she was coming to the Hou Mansion, who came to the Hou Mansion without telling her that she was going to give her a painting.

"What about this!"

Feng Youwei took out the painting and handed it to Chen Zhong’s aide, and said, “This painting is the best in the next few years, please correct me.”

The staff took the scroll casually, as if he had taken a piece of paper to wipe his butt.

This attitude made Feng Youwei's heart fall to the bottom.

Sure enough, just a glance, the staff member threw the scroll over and said angrily: "Is this a flower and bird? Look at it yourself. The bird is dying. The flower and the ugliest maid in the marquis's mansion smiled the same way. Feng Youwei, are you trying to deceive the marquis!"

The painting fell to the ground, and Feng Youwei reached out to catch it in vain.

He looked at the deformed scroll that was bouncing on the ground for a few times and squatted down slowly.

He opened the scroll and a picture of spring light came into his eyes.

A lake seems to be on the water with spring atmosphere. A wild duck is fetching with more than a dozen ducklings. The ducklings are cute, making people want to raise a few.

There are towers by the lake, and there are people drinking and having fun in the tower, with a chic attitude.

On a big tree in front of the tower, two birds intertwined their necks, and the spores on the branches were half exposed, and they were full of vitality.

The sky is bright, and everything is inseparable from the word spring.

It is indeed a good painting. Even if it is more craftsmanship, there is no problem with the technique and his feelings are poured into it. Even if the emperor comes here in person today, Feng Youwei thinks he can't blame himself more.

The emperor's good painting is not news, so it has attracted many people who want to find their shortcut in Zhongnan to change their courses and learn painting, which indirectly makes painters like Feng Youwei have a much better life.

So Feng Youwei is grateful to this era, but he does not allow others to belittle his works.

"This painting is not bad!"

Feng Youwei looked up and said, "If your mansion is not satisfied, I will stop here."

The staff member sneered: "This is a perfunctory man, but he dares to let go. You are so brave. Feng Youwei, according to our rules, today is the last time to hand over the painting. Where is your painting?"

Feng Youwei squatted there, raised the painting, and said stubbornly: "Here."

The staff thought he would beg for mercy, so they became angry and kicked Feng Youwei over and cursed: "Feng Youwei, don't take the family if you want to die!"

Feng Youwei fell to the ground but protected the painting tightly. He rolled for a while, then sat up with difficulty, rolled up the painting, and said, "Even in front of His Majesty, I dare to say that this is a good painting!"

The staff member's eyes flashed with a sharp look and said, "I want to use Your Majesty to get rid of the blame? Feng Youwei, you must do your best to take on the business. Don't blame me for not reminding you that if you can't draw today, no one can save you!"

Feng Youwei knew that he was afraid he was staring, so he smiled bitterly: "What exactly does the Marquis want to do? Please speak out for a moment, and it's easy to weigh the pros and cons of it."

The staff took back the foot that he wanted to kick out and stroked his beard and said, "Your daughter is ignorant and took the wild boy outside to hurt the mansion. Feng Youwei, if it were the case before, any charge would have allowed your daughter to go to prison."

Feng Youwei looked dazed, and the staff said with satisfaction: "Mr. Marquis is kind. I have never encountered it before when I traveled around the east and west, so I willingly joined the Marquis' Mansion."

Zhou Dong has dark skin and a round and round appearance, like a wall of flesh.

He suddenly showed a compassionate expression on his face and said, "We must learn to understand the difficulties of the Marquis and learn to be smarter so that we can have a good end."

Feng Youwei suddenly laughed, his laughter shrill.

Zhou Dong's face turned cold, "Why are you laughing at?"

Feng Youwei's laughter was a little crazy: "Does the Marquis want to be a slave in the next family? Hahahaha!"

Zhou Dong's eyes moved slightly and he said coldly: "Why, don't you want to?"

Feng Youwei gasped and said, "Are you afraid that you will leak the paintings that are not Marquis' paintings? I swear that I will keep them confidential. If there is any leakage, I will be willing to die by Lingchi."

"Lingchi?"

Zhou Dong said hideously: "All strange things are strange, Feng Youwei, it's your fault that your paintings are so good. The Marquis took more than ten paintings and the powerful all agreed. If they are leaked in the future, where is the Marquis' appearance?"

Feng Youwei raised his hand and said, "I swear that I will not disclose it, and I will come down to send the paintings to others in the future, without using it."

"It's too late!"

Zhou Dong smiled to the sky, very rampant.

Chen Zhong casually ordered him to do this. The purpose was very simple, that is, to bring Feng Youwei and his family to the Hou Mansion.

"The Marquis said, according to the rules of worship, do you still dare to give it to you?"

This treatment is pretty good, but Feng Youwei just refused: "The following ancestors are all good people, so I must not be insulted by the ancestors."

If a good person becomes a slave, he may even be given a surname by the master, so he will not even have the shame to stand up in the ancestral tablet.

Ancestors are probably the most sincere belief of the Chinese. From the people to the emperor, the deceased ancestors seemed to live by everyone's side, vivid and vivid.

So Feng Youwei naturally refused. He begged: "Mr. Zhou, the dog son is expected to be the imperial examination!"

Zhou Dong sneered: "Just take advantage of the present, do you understand? If you don't know what you are, your children are afraid..."

"slow!"

When Feng Youwei heard that the other party was about to touch his children, he couldn't hold on.

"I am willing to come to the Marquis' Mansion to live until I die."

This is the minimum requirement. I am willing to continue painting for the Marquis and be willing to be imprisoned in the Marquis' Mansion.

"It's really a kind father!"

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "But you don't think about it. Will the Marquis leave a handle outside?"

Feng Youwei was stunned. Just as he was about to curse and swear, Zhou Dong took out a contract from his arms and said, "You have recently lost your property in the gambling house and finally owed a lot of debts. You have to ask the Marquis to come."

"Not below!"

Feng Youwei hissed: "I never gamble for money!"

Zhou Dong looked at him in surprise, then walked over and said, "After all, there is some friendship, so the Marquis is kind. As long as you sign this contract, the Marquis of the Gambling House will pay you back."

Two servants followed him, and they were so majestic when they spoke. If they weren't black and fat, they would probably have won the eyes of those big girls and little wives.

Feng Youwei just shook his head. He knew it was a trap. "I'm not gambling, Mr. Zhou, and the people in the gambling shop are not aware of it. You are framed!"

“The casino will know you.”

Zhou Dong walked up to him, handed over the contract, and said, "Sign it."

Feng Youwei trembled and stretched out his hand. When he first came into contact with the contract, he retreated back like an electric shock.

As a former scholar, he knew that his family was in a desperate situation without looking at this contract.

If you don’t sign, then the Hou Mansion will naturally find people from the gambling house to come to collect debts.

But Feng Youwei was not afraid, what he was afraid of was that the people from the Marquis' Mansion attacked his children.

But if we sign this contract, the price is that the whole family will become slaves in the Marquis’ Mansion.

For some people, being a slave in the Marquis’ Mansion is a good thing, and a good thing worth celebrating with their families.

But for Feng Youwei, his eldest son Feng Xiang was studying and had great hope, which made him feel relieved!

"Mr. Zhou!"

Feng Youwei hissed: "I am a scholar below, so how can a scholar be a slave? Isn't the Marquis afraid of His Majesty's thunder and furious?"

Zhou Dong said disdainfully: "Let's talk about it when you become a juren! A scholar? A scholar is useless! You have lost all your property and family members by gambling. Can you still do such a scholar? I will naturally go there later and tell the school officials about your bad deeds."

This is to eliminate his scholar's fame.

"You! You are so cruel!"
Chapter completed!