Cuixin was blatantly tortured by Liu Dong, while Wen Yu finished her lunch and took Liu Chun straight to Yue Lingfeng's residence.
At this time, he had just finished painting a new work.
Wen Yu looked over and felt that it looked familiar.
"Miss, don't you remember?"
"Remember to remember."
Isn't this the scene where she was walking down the stairs in Wenwen Teahouse wearing a curtain hat?
Wen Yu held her chin and said, "The teahouse incident shouldn't be a good memory for you, right?"
Yue Lingfeng shook his head gently: "Of course."
There was a smile in his eyes. Although he was embarrassed, he became connected with the young lady and was very happy about it.
"This painting is given to the lady."
Wen Yu took the painting and handed it to Liu Chun, jokingly saying: "This is the second painting you have painted of me, but I haven't painted one of you yet."
Yue Lingfeng was a little embarrassed when he heard this. Yesterday he clearly agreed to the young lady and boldly expressed his feelings, but now that he was mentioned again, he still felt his heart beating wildly.
"Then are you going to the painting stall now?"
Yue Lingfeng tried hard to suppress the throbbing in his heart and nodded gently: "Miss, are you willing to go with me?"
Wen Yu smiled and said, "Okay, I haven't sold paintings yet. I'll tell you something secretly. I don't tell most people. In fact, I have had a dream of setting up a stall since I was a child, but I have never been able to realize it."
A trace of doubt flashed across Yue Lingfeng's face: "Miss, I understand setting up a stall, but... what is a trap?"
When it comes to this, Wen Yu is no longer sleepy, "Just mark an area, spread a piece of cloth on the ground, and then put many beautiful and fun things on it. Others spend money to buy hoops and throw them out. If something is caught, it belongs to them. If you don’t put it on, you’ll leave empty-handed.”
Yue Lingfeng:...
How is this different from a white wolf with empty gloves?
He laughed dumbly: "As expected of you, you are a young lady. She does have wonderful ideas."
Wen Yu shook her finger: "This is not my whimsical idea. This is a stall project that has passed the cruel test of the market and is still a classic and will be passed down forever!"
Yue Lingfeng raised the corner of his mouth when he heard the words. Seeing that she was very eloquent in describing "the trap", he softly said: "Since the lady has this wish, we will not sell paintings today. How about the trap?"
Wen Yu was a little surprised and then smiled: "Forget it for today, the trap is tricky, but you can try it next time. Come with me, and I will show you the charm of the white wolf with empty gloves."
Yue Lingfeng:...
"It turns out that the lady knows that this is a waste of money."
"Huh?" Wen Yu blinked, "He is a free-handed wolf who loves me, but he is not a free-handed wolf."
"What's that called?"
"Call business acumen!"
The three of them arrived at the painting stall. Yue Lingfeng sorted the paintings one by one, unfolded them and hung them up, with extremely skillful movements.
Wen Yu was sitting boredly in front of the stall, with a pure white veil covering the lower half of her face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes, with unusually agile movement.
Even though he was wearing a veil and sitting very quietly, he still made passers-by look at him in amazement and look at him again and again.
Liu Chun behind him breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. Fortunately, the princess was allowed to wear a veil, otherwise staying in front of this stall for a long time would definitely cause a commotion.
Before Wen Yu's buttocks got hot, a young man came to look at the painting.
This young man is quite well-dressed and has a certain nobility and arrogance about him.
He opened his fan, shook it, and announced his address: "Miss, Jin Kong, how much does this painting cost for you?"
Wen Yu raised her eyes and pointed at Yue Lingfeng beside her: "He is the boss, I am not. Ask him when buying paintings."
Hearing this, Jin Kong glanced at Yue Lingfeng and shook his head, as if he didn't bother to communicate with him.
He just looked at Wen Yu and said in a very flirtatious tone: "But I want to buy a painting with the lady. I wonder if the lady can sell it?"
Hearing this, Liu Chun immediately frowned and shouted: "How brave you are, how dare you talk to my young lady like this!"
Yue Lingfeng stood gently in front of Wen Yu, blocking Jin Kong's offensive gaze. Junxiu's face was rarely cold, and her tone was very serious: "Master, you are not welcome in Yue's painting stall, please." you left."
Jin Kong glanced up and down at Yue Lingfeng and saw that he was dressed simply, just a robe common to scholars. Although he was clean and tidy, he was still very shabby in his eyes.
Just when he was about to taunt, Wen Yu sat on the bamboo chair, stuck her head out from behind Yue Lingfeng, raised her eyebrows and said, "Fifty taels a piece, pick whatever you want."
"Fifty taels?" Jin Kong was surprised, then shook his fan and smiled, "Okay, just fifty taels! I bought it!"
As he spoke, he took out the silver ingot from his sleeve and threw it on the painting stall, "Here, we treat it as if we know Miss."
Yue Lingfeng looked at the silver ingot, disgust flashed in his eyes.
But Wen Yu suddenly reached out and pushed him aside, "Give me."
Then he sat still on the bamboo chair, folding his arms, very relaxed.
She glanced at the silver ingot, and there was a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth under the veil: "Just treat it as acquaintance?"
Wen Yu stretched out her hand, Liu Chun felt something in her heart, and immediately put a silk handkerchief into her hand.
She gave Liu Chun a thumbs up, stood up, wrapped the silver ingot with a silk handkerchief, and shook it in her hand, which was quite heavy.
Then, with lightning speed, it hit Jin Kong directly in the face.
Hearing a scream, Jin Kong covered his nose, and two streams of blood slid down the middle of the body.
Wen Yu's exposed eyes curved and she said leisurely: "Fifty taels? Ten thousand taels of gold. You, a little brat, are not qualified to know me."
Jin Kong raised his head and looked at the blood in his hands, his forehead muscles twitching.
"Little Yakuza?" Jin Kong sneered, "Then what if you don't do something that little Yakuza should do? Today, I will snatch you into my house to be my thirteenth concubine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an angry voice suddenly came from behind him: "What are you causing trouble again? Didn't I tell you to be more peaceful recently?!"
Seeing the speaker, Wen Yu and Yue Lingfeng both raised their eyebrows.
The visitor was none other than Luo Jing, who had met Wen Yu at the Wenwen Teahouse.
Luo Jing naturally also saw Wen Yu and Yue Lingfeng.
But he only recognized Yue Lingfeng, because Wen Yu had been wearing a curtain hat on her head at that time and did not see her true appearance.
But seeing this combination, Luo Jing immediately realized that Wen Yu was the woman in the curtain hat at the teahouse.
His father's words suddenly came to his mind again.
"The woman you offended is Prime Minister Lin's aunt! It's not good for you to offend anyone. You have provoked such a piece of iron for me! I have lost all my dignity in front of Prime Minister Lin! Spring is here and spring is here. During this period, what are you doing? I'll be more at ease! Otherwise, I'll look good with you!"
Thinking of this, he took a breath.
"You..." He looked at Wen Yu, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes, "Um..."
