After the bastard left, Hu Ling hooked Xu Nuo's hand and thanked her: "Liu Niang, thanks to you just now, I really..."
She was so anxious and angry just now that she wanted to whip out her whip and teach those people a lesson, but her only remaining consciousness told her not to act rashly, otherwise she would hurt someone and cause many troubles in the end.
But she won't force people to say a word in just a few words like she promised.
When I was angry, I could neither hit nor scold me. I was so angry that my whole body was numb.
Touching Hu Ling's cold hand, Xu Nuo held it with his backhand and squeezed it hard.
"You were smart and didn't take action right away." Zhu Shang looked at Hu Ling fondly, very satisfied with her reaction just now. He obviously didn't realize that she was almost dizzy with anger because she didn't show off her anger.
"Don't compare me to the bastard." Hu Ling snorted, turned around and wiped his eyes.
"Do you want me to accompany you?" Zhu Shang asked in a low voice, fearing that someone would trouble Hu Ling again.
"What do you think?" Hu Ling turned to look at him, her eyes had returned to their usual look, and she was touching the soft whip around her waist with both hands.
Zhu Shang glanced at the soft whip and showed an expression like an adult begging for his life. He backed away and said, "Okay, I'll go enjoy the flowers first while you guys chat."
After Zhu Shang left, the people watching the excitement outside the pavilion also dispersed. With the support of Xu Nuo, Hu Ling slowly sat on the stone bench. After drinking a cup of hot tea, she felt better.
In the capital, apart from the royal family, the number of people who could offend Hu Ling could be counted on one hand.
She can use the whip at her waist whenever she wants and hit whomever she wants.
If it hadn't been for involving Zhu Shang today, the bastard would have been whipped a few times.
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Wang Xinruo has a picture of a broken chrysanthemum, saying that he got it from the palace.
There is no inscription on the painting, let alone any signature, so I don't know who the author is. Today, it was specially placed in the flower hall for everyone to recognize.
He had previously invited many celebrities to appreciate this painting. Everyone said it was excellent, but no one had ever seen this style of painting.
Xu Gucheng is good at painting among the officials, and he was also invited to appreciate this painting today.
After seeing this picture of a broken chrysanthemum, Xu Gucheng discovered that the painting technique was quite similar to Xu Nuo's.
He was surprised in his heart, but his face was as calm as lake water, unmoved.
Xu Nuo often asked Xu Gucheng for advice on calligraphy and painting, so he was also familiar with Xu Nuo's painting habits and her style of painting. When he saw this picture of a broken chrysanthemum, he decided that it was related to her.
The next day, Xu Gucheng asked Xu Nuo to wait for him in the study after dinner.
"Liu Niang, did you hear any good poems while enjoying the chrysanthemums yesterday?" Xu Gucheng came back from outside wearing official uniform.
"No."
Xu Nuo was bored while waiting for Xu Gucheng, so he took the book to read. When Xu Gucheng came back, he closed the book and put it back on the shelf while answering.
Xu Gucheng smiled and asked curiously: "You don't think the poems written by Ye Jieyuan are good poems?"
"Father, Ye Shiwulang is not very old, and he is a young man as bright as the breeze and the bright moon. Among plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, he is good at writing poems about bamboos, but the one he is least good at is chrysanthemums. But those people just pull him to appreciate them. Ju composed poems and recited them in front of everyone... Yesterday, I looked at his expression, he looked very tortured, and he obviously didn't want to stay there for even a moment."
While Xu Nuo was talking, a boy brought warm water into the room to wash Xu Gucheng's hands.
Xu Gucheng shook his head, with a faint smile on his face, quickly washed his hands, wiped his hands, and then said: "Liu Niang, it's okay to say this at home, but you can't do this when you go out."
"Dad, don't worry, the child knows how to behave." Xu Nuo helped Xu Gucheng pull out the mat, and they sat on both sides of the desk.
After Xu Gucheng sat down, he stopped talking and began to grind. He took some paper and spread it on the table. He handed a pen to Xu Nuo and said, "Make a chrysanthemum picture."
Xu Nuo didn't ask why. He took the pen and thought about it for a while, then started painting.
There are several pieces of bluestone on the painting. A chrysanthemum grew out of the gap in the bluestone. The petals were blown almost to zero by the wind, and the lower edge of the bluestone was covered with petals.
"Liuniang, who taught you this painting technique?" Xu Gucheng stared at the stem of the chrysanthemum.
Xunuo put down his pen, looked at Xu Gucheng, and asked, "Dad, what's the matter?"
Her father would not suddenly ask her such a question, there must be a purpose, just like when he asked himself to draw a picture just now.
Xu Gucheng looked into Xu Nuo's eyes and told her what happened yesterday.
"Dad, why didn't you tell the child from the beginning?" For some reason, Xu Nuo felt a little unhappy. Seeing the picture in front of him, he felt as if he was being used.
"Liu Niang, dad doesn't want you to have too much involvement with the Wang family..." Xu Gucheng took a deep breath and explained to Xu Nuo.
Xu Nuo put his hands on his knees, with a cold expression on his face.
There aren't many people she cares about.
If the people she cares about are in danger, she is willing to sacrifice her own life for their safety. It is also because of this that the people she cares about are not allowed to have any imperfections, and she does not want to be doubted by the people she cares about.
But before her sadness could overflow her chest, she heard Xu Gucheng say: "Liu Niang, your painting style is exactly the same as the Wang family's painting of a broken chrysanthemum yesterday, and the way of painting the stems is exactly the same. Because of Wang Xinruo, there will be many paintings in the future. People will pay attention to this kind of paintings. Although I don’t know what Wang Xinruo’s intentions are, you must not paint outside in the future, so as not to be recognized by others. When the time comes, you will be accused of deceiving the officials.”
In addition, he no longer asked Xu Nuo from whom he learned his painting techniques.
For a moment, Xu Nuo felt guilty for being wary.
Her father did this because he was afraid that she would be hurt, but she believed that her father suspected her.
The sadness and unhappiness in his heart were instantly filled with emotion. At the same time, Hu Ling felt the same emotion in his heart.
In Hu Mansion, there were only two people in the huge hall.
Hu Ling knelt in front of Mrs. Hu with her back straight.
"It's not because he is ten years older than you, let alone because he is your uncle in the same sect that I turn him away time and time again. It's because after he was betrayed by his fiancée, he ran away, what else did he do? He vowed never to enter the capital, wasting all his good skills and knowledge, and lacking the courage a man should have. Now that he dares to stand up to protect you on such an occasion, I can trust you to him .”
Mr. Hu said with seriousness and sincerity.
"Grandfather!" Hu Ling originally thought that her grandfather was going to criticize her, and was even prepared to punish her, but she never expected such words.
She knelt on the ground and didn't react for a while. It wasn't until Mrs. Hu coughed that she woke up. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and threw herself directly on him, hugging his legs.
It turned out that her grandfather was doing it for her, but she had been complaining because he drove away Zhu Shang, and she did not even go to breakfast with him during this period.
"When he has the courage to knock on the door of my Hu family again, I will politely invite him in. Will you feel relieved?" When Mr. Hu saw his granddaughter's reaction, he knew that she was already in love with Zhu Shang. deep.
"Grandpa, you are so kind to your child. Whatever good treasures your child encounters in the future, I will collect them for you." Hu Ling cried bitterly, and all the snot and tears touched Old Mrs. Hu's knees.
