Zhong Yue followed the old aunt to the big mansion behind the painting building, and these shameful women were about to stop them.

"Aunt Fu, the sisters in Huazhai are very noble. If you bring a hanged ghost in, aren't you afraid of making the sisters unhappy? Now the task assigned by Yungong is tense. If the sisters fail to complete it, it will destroy our reputation as the Thirteen Bridge of Qinghui."

The old aunt looked calm, "Don't worry, I won't let him do anything."

"Then you can't be sure, Aunt Fu, I see, tie the little thief's hands up. Didn't he just peeping on Sister Hongqiong's painting camp before and was beaten down by Sister Hongqiong?"

Zhong Yue heard these boring women say something and I ask, "Old Auntie."

"You can call me Aunt Fu, the title of Old Aunt is unruly in the painting building."

"Aunt Fu, I want to ask, the painters in the painting camp behind them are all like these people. Do they paint with their mouths? If this is the case, then I won't go in. Such a scene will make my ears feel uncomfortable."

Several girls were sarcastic by Zhong Yue, and then acted and wanted to make trouble again, "Are you a little thief asking for a beating?"

Aunt Fu frowned, "Girls, please go and practice writing quickly, otherwise everyone in Yao is lazy and blames you, but it will not be the time to talk."

"But he..."

"Take him to Huazhai, it was ordered by the Zhai Lord. Everyone has any opinions and tell everyone Yao in the Huazhai Building."

These people immediately looked like deflated balls. They broke through this second floor without compliantly and were scolded. If they were on the way, they would probably not be able to get close to Huazhai in the backyard in this life.

After his ears were clear, Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that this place was bigger and more open than before, there were small buildings and waterside pavilions, which looked staggered, but it was a very gorgeous garden. He asked, "How many are the paintings here?"

"Count it yourself."

“…”

The old and the young are all the same tempers... Women, Zhong Yue may have died on women in this life.

"Where is that sister Hongqiong's Huazhai?"

"I advise you to let this heart be ruined. The painters here are all famous women in Zhongzhou. Whoever goes out is the target of the children of major families? "

Zhong Yue said with some amusement, "Are they scrambled for it because these people are good at painting, or are they good-looking? I see that the girls in front of me are all just right, why? Do you still have to look at the face of this Qinghui Huazhai selection painter?"

Aunt Lao Fu looked careless, "The people in Zhongzhou are outstanding and powerful. There are countless families of painting. If you have excellent painting skills, you can enter my Qinghui Painting Building. Wouldn't the threshold be broken? In comparison, this person with a beautiful face and dignified body will naturally be unique. What's more, who doesn't know about the Thirteen Bridges of the Bian River? Behind me is the Yungong. If the painting is attracted by Yungong, wouldn't it be just around the corner?"

"It's all women, jump to the robe..." Zhong Yue muttered.

"But you shut up later. You injured Miss Hongqiong before and poked a hole in Huazhai, which has annoyed her. Originally, Yao everyone valued Hongqiong and asked her to draw the "Hundred Birds Picture". You ruined her for half a month."

Zhong Yue: “…”

I didn't do it on purpose.

...

...

Zhong Yue looked around and found that many paintings were built along a clear canal, which looked like a bunch of fish tofu.

Since Zhong Yue was nicknamed as a foodie, he has always thought of eating at the top of his own.

"Red Qiong."

"Aunt Fu, please come in."

"Yao, everyone asked me to bring him here."

The woman who put down her pen met with Zhong Yue's four eyes and suddenly looked aggrieved, "Why do you need to let him get angry with me?"

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows. The appearance inside the Huazhai is indeed much better than that outside. It seems that the station building cannot be compared with the ones sitting in the Huazhai.

"Sister Hongqiong, I'm really sorry."

"Who is your sister? Go away!"

Zhong Yue originally wanted to call her sister to ask for something close, but was beaten up by the angry girl Hongqiong, and asked embarrassedly: "Your feet... are you okay?"

However, when he looked down, his feet under the desk were still wrapped in gauze, and they were mounted on a small wooden stool like a pig's trotter.

Seeing Zhong Yue's gaze slipping, Hongqiong quickly covered the folds on her feet, looking tireless, "Aunt Fu, why don't you take him away? I'm tired of seeing this elm."

Aunt Lao Fu also frowned. Zhong Yue hadn't said a few words yet, but he was also a good attitude to admit his mistakes. Unfortunately, Qinghui has rules and does not accept male painters. Therefore, in addition to the few male laborers, especially in the backyard, there is no trace of men. This is also the girl that most children from aristocratic families love to marry here.

Clean and decent.

Zhong Yue looked up at the roof of the beam and said, "Did I fall from here?"

"Well, yes. I don't know how it was done, but it actually broke the beam and the falling beams hit Hongqiong's ankle. There is also this painting."

Zhong Yue turned his head to look at the half-finished painting that he seemed to have tried hard to restore.

These pens are full of outlines, and they also need to consider the lively communication between birds and the differences in colors of bird species of different shapes, but they cannot cause visual fatigue, which does take a lot of effort.

He looked at the painting on Hongqiong's table now, then looked at it, and was covered by the girl, "You are not leaving yet! Aunt Fu..."

"Let's go, stop talking."

Zhong Yue insisted, "Although I caused you trouble, I still have to say that painting is of particular importance. Sister Hongqiong, you are ruined because of this semi-finished product and copied according to the original painting. In fact, it is not worth the loss. The body and spirit have lost its standard."

Hong Qiong, whose eyes were already a little red, was poisoned by Zhong Yue, and she was even more thrilling. "It's not you yet! I have worked hard for half a month, and time has been tight. You are going to get rid of it. I stepped on it and ruined the painting. My jio... my feet are also injured. Now I am still sarcastic. How can everyone, Yao?"

When Zhong Yue heard Hongqiong say that it was split and said that his feet were "jio", he almost laughed, but he quickly held it in, "Then, is your jio still in trouble now?"

Whether Zhong Yue was taken away by her or intentionally, Hongqiong became angry in an instant after he continued to jiao.

"Get out!"

However, the word "get out" was shouting quickly again.

When I heard Zhong Yue and Aunt Lao Fu's ears, it turned out to be - Gu!
Chapter completed!