Wang Xueqin did not take the matter that night to heart, and his life did not change much. However, the business in front of the stall was getting better and better. He began to consider setting up a few more days. After saving enough money for the trip back, he stopped setting up a stall and focused on studying and preparing for the exam.

After only one month since the exam, more and more talented men have poured in the capital. Almost every day, new stories about talented men from all over the country have come. Young Master Xuan of the Qing Dynasty at the literary fair became the first name, and the courtesan Liu Fang, Liu Yingying, who was a celebrating talented men from all over the world. The stories of those talented men and beautiful women are very attractive and have become a topic that many people talk about.

"I heard that you can paint sir, my girl wants to ask you to paint for her."

The Heavenly King Xueqin had just finished writing today's words when he heard a familiar female voice ringing in front of him. He looked up in surprise, but saw the little girl Ruyue he met a few days ago.

"Look, isn't that Liu Huakui's personal maid?"

"Oh my God, what's going on?"

"I heard it seemed like I was going to ask that guy to draw!"

"Is this lucky? I heard that Mr. Xuan of Qing would spend a lot of money to meet Liu Yingying. He was actually invited by the courtesan himself. He was very lucky!"

...

The surroundings of the discussion came into Wang Xueqin's ears, which made him even more troubled. Just as he was about to refuse, he saw the little girl bent over and said softly and quickly: "My girl said, if you don't agree to her, come down to invite you in person. Do you want to be the focus of everyone's discussion?"

Wang Xueqin didn't care about becoming the focus of the crowd, but he was unwilling to be the focus of these pink rumors.

Seeing the little girl in front of her quietly making a gesture of looking up, Wang Xueqin looked up in confusion and was slightly stunned.

Just in an exquisite attic in front of him, a light figure stood there. She retreated from the gentle beauty of that night, her eyebrows were raised, her face was covered with powder, and her lips were reddish, which was so gorgeous that it was shocking.

After sighing softly, Wang Xueqin had no choice but to agree, Suruyue left here and walked towards Yang Liufang.

Riding a horse and leaning against a slanted bridge, the red sleeves of the building are all over the building.

This is the wish of many talented people. What they want is a beautiful woman who is full of energy and a beautiful woman who can remember the romantic stories that will last a lifetime after leaving behind the most frivolous young people.

But this is not what Wang Xueqin pursues.

He is calm by nature and has been moving towards his goal since he was born, thinking about how to seek fame, stand in the court, and ask for the people. Even if he cannot be remembered forever, he must be worthy of his heart, rather than having a warm and soft jade, red sleeves and fragrant love.

What's more, he already has a wife who is waiting for him to go home, so he is not allowed to make mistakes.

This is the first time Wang Xueqin has entered the fireworks place. The furnishings in the Yangliufang loft are in line with its name. The pebbled paths are green and the artificial rivers are full of lotus flowers. The fragrance is floating, and the courtyard is scattered, pavilions, towers, circling corridors, and the pleasant sound of the piano is scattered in the air, making people feel comfortable.

"Sister, the person is here." Ruyue stood in front of a loft and said crisply.

Wang Xueqin looked at him without looking around, holding his own paper film in his hand, standing quietly in front of the attic, where the sound of wind chimes and the curtains were heavy, and the refreshing fragrance drifted in the air.

"Please come in." Liu Yingying's voice came from behind the heavy veil.

Ruyue grimaced Wang Xueqin and opened the door.

Wang Xueqin paused for a moment and finally walked in.

The attic is exquisitely arranged and gorgeous, showing the owner's value everywhere. The tender green potted plants are placed on the shelves, adding vitality to this luxurious attic.

"What kind of painting do the girl want?" Wang Xueqin asked while putting his paper and ink on the table.

A bright light shone in from outside the wide open window. The breeze blew, and the veil in the attic swayed gently, adding a touch of beauty to the house.

Liu Yingying stood in front of the window, her hair was flying, burning like green and green, with amazing beauty. She painted Zhu Dan's red lips and opened it lightly: "If you don't look at me, how can you draw it? Could it be that Yingying is already in the heart of the gentleman?"

Wang Xueqin paused his hand. He put down the brush in his hand and looked up at Liu Yingying: "Please don't joke, girl."

Liu Yingying smiled and looked as bright as the morning glow: "Sir, can Yingying see that this window can see all the actions of her husband on weekdays?"

Wang Xueqin lowered his head and grinded ink: "I don't know. If I knew, I would have changed places to do business so as not to let the girl down."

"But it's too late." Liu Yingying walked towards Wang Xueqin with a light figure. Her face was like a peach and plum, her eyes were full of tenderness, and her tender affection flowed in her eyes. "I saw you write and write with a spirit; I saw you paint with a confident heart; I saw you recite poetry and writing, as if the light of the sun shone for you alone. Do you think you like or love?"

Wang Xueqin bowed deeply to Liu Yingying: "I really want to let down the girl's affection, I have..."

"I know." Liu Yingying walked to Wang Xueqin's side, her eyes clear and she had a hidden expectation, "I like you and I want to be your lifelong confidante."

"Sorry." Wang Xueqin bowed, "Miss is a celestial figure, and she will definitely be able to find someone who is truly worthy of entrusting. She only has a wife in her family and no place to put others."

Liu Yingying blinked her eyes, as if she didn't understand what he was saying: "Aren't I beautiful?"

“The girl is beautiful.”

"Then why don't you like me?"

"When you look down at the full moon in the sky, you feel beautiful, and when you look down at the flowers on the ground, you feel beautiful." Wang Xueqin said seriously.

The light in Liu Yingying's eyes dimmed instantly. She sat on the chair, frowned slightly, and said softly: "I know you were stolen by thieves. I can fund your big exam and the cost of going home."

"Miss, I dare not accept it. No matter whether I have any skills or feet, a big man will never let him starve to death. If I take a step back, even if I really get out of ammunition and food, I will never have any reason to collect the girl's money." Wang Xueqin's voice was not high, but every word revealed his firmness.

Liu Yingying's exquisite face was filled with a hint of sadness, and she curled the corners of her mouth: "It seems you insist on drawing a clear line with me."

"I dare not, I am just a girl's painter today." Wang Xueqin's answer was always calm and moderate.

Silence flowed in the attic. When Wang Xueqin saw Liu Yingying's sad look, she sighed in her heart. It turns out that she is a fool. Why did I fall in love with him?

"Then you draw for me." Liu Yingying stood up, came back to the bed again, leaned her body, and looked at the sky with empty eyes.

Wang Xueqin looked up for a moment, and the light ink color fell on the paper.

Liu Yingying is extremely beautiful, but if this beauty is restored to paper, it will become a cliché. Wang Xueqin did not deliberately paint the man, and extended the composition of the pen to the invisible sky, where clouds roll, white mist is shrouded, green mountains are faint, and flowing water is far away. The beauty stands on the railings and looks at the sorrow of spring.

Although only extremely thin lines are used in this painting to outline a back for Liu Yingying, the artistic conception of the connection between heaven and water and the integration of human and emotion is revealed.

Liu Yingying looked at the painting and amazement flashed in her eyes. She looked at the person who was packing the paper and ink in front of her, and suddenly felt a great reluctance in her heart.

"Is this?" Wang Xueqin looked at a green bracelet handed over by Liu Yingying and asked in confusion.

Liu Yingying cherished the scroll that Wang Xueqin painted for herself in her hand, and placed the bracelet that looked valuable at the sight in front of Wang Xueqin with one hand: "This is a gift for painting."

Wang Xueqin smiled helplessly: "I think it's better for a girl to give me money."

Seeing that he was determined, Liu Yingying sighed quietly and placed a ingot of silver in front of Wang Xueqin.

Wang Xueqin looked at the silver that was more than the one he had stolen silver, and didn't know what to say for a moment. Finally, he thought about it and bowed and said, "That painting is equivalent to giving back to the girl's deep friendship. Let's say goodbye."

"Hey." Liu Yingying called him behind her and said anxiously, "You must accept these money and take good care of the official staff so that you can have a chance to high school."

At this time, Wang Xueqin had already arrived outside the door. After hearing this, he laughed loudly: "I, Wang, must pass the exam based on my real talent. If I use these silver coins, I will let down my hard study for more than ten years."

Looking at Wang Xueqin's figure disappearing behind the veil, Liu Yingying couldn't help but bit her lips gently and said, "Idiot."

Seeing the scroll in her hand, she suddenly laughed again, putting the scroll in her heart, half bitter and half sweet in her eyes.

Although Wang Xueqin felt that going to Liu Yingying's attic that day was already low-key, the story of his and Yang Liufang's top courtesan was still spread beyond recognition. Many people came to inquire about it every day, which annoyed him and couldn't calm down to read books. Later, he even heard that the young master Xuan of Qing was going to compete with him, so he rolled his eyes directly.

After calculating the money he had, Wang Xueqin felt that it was almost enough to go home by himself, so he stopped setting up a stall and focused on reviewing books and preparing for the exam in the house.

The day of the big test is coming soon.

This major test lasted ten days, and all the daily expenses of candidates are in the examination room. What tests not only the candidate's talent, but also the will and patience.

When Wang Xueqin was queuing up to enter the examination room, he did see someone bribing the examiner. He frowned slightly and did not speak. He even treated him coldly when the examiner came to him blatantly and took the bribe when he asked about his identity.

"I have heard of your name and I am indeed very talented, but this is not the officialdom of the school you study, and it doesn't work without any interpersonal relationships." The examiner put his fat belly on his head and touched Wang Xueqin's finger again.

Wang Xueqin looked at him and chuckled: "This is not an officialdom, but an examination room. What you see is the talent of the candidates. Are you not afraid that the emperor will know if you examiners dare to accept bribes?"

The examiner's face became gloomy: "Don't be ungrateful, boy."

Wang Xueqin didn't even look at him: "I just don't want to be with the villain."

The examiner laughed furiously, pointed at Wang Xueqin, looked deeply at the name on the high school entrance examination card with a threatening look.

Wang Xueqin's face was calm and he was not afraid of him at all.

The examiner gritted his teeth and shook his sleeves and left.

Wang Xueqin straightened his spine and walked forward without looking sideways.
Chapter completed!