The stars are sparse and the moon is bright, and the breeze is gentle.
After a busy day, it is easy to feel sleepy after eating and drinking. They sat in the courtyard and chatted.
Su Shuangyue was the only one who was drunk and crazy, crying and laughing at the same time.
Ye Yun, who was tightly held in her arms, stretched out his hand to gently caress her back.
"You said you were such a talented woman, why did you insist on giving me a reputation, and why did you tell me the truth? It's fine now. If you die at a young age, who will remember you."
"I don't need it at all, you know? No need, I won't remember you, wuwu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Incoherent repetition of sorry and thank you.
"Master, master, why do you want to lie to me, why do you want to harm me?!"
Ye Yun felt a little sad after hearing this, and asked his second sister to make a sobering medicine soup to prevent him from having a headache when he woke up the next day.
It wasn't until the night got darker that Su Shuangyue woke up from alcohol when he was about to help her into the house to rest.
"I'm sorry, little boss, I'm in trouble for you tonight," Su Shuangyue rubbed her brows, her eyes still a little dazed.
Ye Yun shook his head, "Shopkeeper Su, my second sister has cooked a hangover soup for you. Drink it before going to bed."
"You must be curious as to why I keep my name anonymous and don't want to reveal my true identity, right?"
Su Shuangyue thanked Ye Qing, took the medicinal soup and put it aside. Looking at the sincere concern on their faces, she took a deep breath.
"That's fine. I've been keeping these things in my heart for decades, so I feel comfortable talking about them today."
Sister Ye Yun sat down hurriedly and listened.
"Wen Renqing and I are neighbors and grew up together. We learned calligraphy and painting together. We are inspired to become the most talented woman in the Great Jin Dynasty."
"When I was thirteen, both of my parents died of illness. In the same year, we were both recognized by Kuang Lifu, my master, for our talent and were brought to the capital to study painting."
"When she went to the capital, she had a very bad relationship with her master's daughter. She suddenly left the Kuang Mansion and became the master of the Crown Prince. She once advised me to leave together. I didn't know it at the time and even cursed her as a white-eyed wolf. From then on Cut ties with her."
It seemed that what happened next was difficult to talk about, or it made her so angry that she gritted her teeth and even drew blood from her fists without even noticing.
"I regard Kuang Lifu and his daughter as my closest relatives and trust them immensely, even if they are not allowed to go out to interact with others or speak at will."
"Even if all the paintings I painted were taken away by them, I never doubted it. I just stayed in the house day and night and concentrated on studying painting."
"Until I turned eighteen, on the third princess's birthday, Kuang Lifu's daughter secretly took me to the banquet without telling him."
"I presented my own work at the banquet, only to find that everyone said that I used Kuang Lifu's daughter's painting as my own, which was extremely shameless."
Su Shuangyue's face became more self-deprecating, and she sneered a few times before continuing.
"It turns out that Kuang Lifu and his daughter used my paintings to make their daughter famous, and the other secretly copied and imitated my paintings. They did it perfectly."
"The third princess was furious and wanted to cut off my hands on the spot. It was Wen Renqing who persuaded the prince to come forward to protect me and sent someone to send me back to my hometown."
"The price is that she has to become the crown prince's wife. She also said that she will find evidence for me to clear my name and let everyone know the truth."
Wen Renqing's ending was that she was humiliated and died tragically by bandits on her way to the temple half a month after seeing her off.
Of course, there are no bandits entrenched in that area.
Ye Yun reached out to wipe away the tears, but Su Shuangyue, who didn't know it, was deeply touched by the sisterly love between them.
"Shopkeeper Su, Old Man Wen must also hope you have a happy life."
Su Shuangyue touched their heads and said with a smile: "It feels much better to say what's on your mind. Okay, you two juniors, go back and rest."
"You're not going to find out the person who killed Old Man Wen and the truth, and you're not going to clear your name?"
Ye Qing pushed her hand away with a serious expression.
"Fake goods will never become genuine. If you delay any longer, it will be useless to reverse the case when Kuang Lifu's daughter dies."
"Are you worthy of the old lady Wen's sincerity in trying to clear your name? Are you worthy of her tragic death?"
"To put it lightly, she is so smart that she can't even do it, let alone an old woman who I can't use her real name now."
Su Shuangyue's expression changed, and finally she sighed.
When Ye Yun received the second sister's look for help, his eyes turned and narrowed.
"Actually, don't worry too much about what name to use. Your talent and painting style cannot be taken away by the shopkeeper. No matter what name you use, as long as you worry about it, you can once again paint paintings with a unique style and become famous all over the world."
"You can seize the opportunity if you are famous, and you can use the opportunity to find out the real culprit behind the tragic death of the old man."
Hearing this, Su Shuangyue had been digging for decades, and now she seemed to be able to see the blue sky through the clouds and mist.
She suddenly stretched out her hands and grabbed the shoulders of Ye Yun sisters tightly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
"It's never too late to live," Ye Qing smiled.
Ye Yun nodded and looked at Shopkeeper Su as if he was refreshed. After thanking him, he couldn't wait to rush into the bookstore.
It looked like he planned to paint all night.
"Hey, it's very late, and my health is urgent-"
Ye Yun grabbed the second sister who wanted to stop her, opened her mouth and yawned.
"Shopkeeper Su has just regained his passion for painting. I can't bear to listen. Second sister, you really want to help. Now go back and rest. You will have to look after the bookstore tomorrow."
"Our little sister is really amazing."
Ye Qing thought about it and thought it made sense. He pinched the flesh on her face and showed pride.
"Come on, let's go back and rest."
When he was about to go back to the house, Su Shuangyue shouted in the bookstore.
"Ye Qing, come here and watch from the teacher's side."
Ye Yun raised his eyebrows, looked at each other with a smile at his second sister, and told her to go quickly while he went back to the house to rest.
This time, the second sister got her wish and became her teacher, her favorite painter Zhen Shuangyue.
It's just a pain for Ye Yun. He originally planned to go to Jingrentang for medical treatment with his master, but he had to continue reading the bookstore.
She was woken up early in the morning and stayed in bed for another half an hour before her mother dug her up. She closed her eyes and allowed her to dress, comb, hair and wash her face.
After waiting for half an hour, the second sister and Shopkeeper Su returned to the house with paper and ink to continue painting. Ye Yun finished washing and went to open the door of the bookstore.
When he saw Lan Yuxiang standing outside the door with a slightly raised mouth and a friendly attitude, he suddenly woke up.
I have only seen him with a cold face. Who wouldn’t be frightened when he first sees a smile on a cold-faced person?
"The daughter of the people has seen the deputy envoy. Sir, please come in quickly."
Ye Yun stepped aside to give way, his eyes kept stealing glances at his expression, secretly thinking that this person was really strange.
"Little Doctor Ye, how did you sleep last night?"
Lan Yuxiang noticed her little move and felt that the staff's suggestion was good, so the corners of his mouth curved wider.
"Have you had breakfast? I bought it on the way."
Lan Yuxiang handed over a portion of sesame seed cakes and a pack of candied fruits.
The aroma of meat reached Ye Yun's nose, and the hot mist of sesame cakes slowly floated out, making him no longer cold and smelling of fireworks.
Ye Yun looked at this scene and was slightly stunned, shaking his head subconsciously.
"If you fill your stomach, you will be able to write, right? I don't have much time."
Lan Yuxiang's smile faded, he put the things on the cabinet beside her, turned around and picked up the book to read at random.
It seems that there is really no other meaning.
Ye Yun hesitated for a few times, but finally resisted the temptation of sesame cakes and extended his sinful hand.
