This is Liu Yueniang's strength.
She has been with Du Wenniang for many years, and her understanding of Du Wenniang and the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion is far deeper than that of Du Mianmian.
She talked about interesting things about being with Du Wenniang, outlining a warm and distinct image of a woman.
Jun Yuan couldn't help but become fascinated by what he heard. He unknowingly left Du Mianmian behind and pressed closely against Liu Yueniang.
Du Mianmian was so angry that her ears were about to burn. She held the handkerchief and followed her and was about to retaliate when she heard Liu Yueniang say:
"In the past, Madam loved to wear plain makeup and light wraps, which is very different from Aunt Du's dress today."
Jun Yuan turned around and looked her up and down.
Looking at it, I really felt something was wrong.
Recalling what Shen Qingluan said, "Painting is all about finishing in one go", a look of urgency appeared on his face: "Aunt, please change your outfit quickly, or mother will regret it."
Du Mianmian's face dropped, but she had no reason to refuse, and the bite was itching.
Jun Yuan stamped his feet and urged: "Aunt, go quickly. If you miss the portrait, I will never call you aunt again!"
Du Mianmian couldn't take a breath, and her heart ached from the rush.
She thought that after entering the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, with Jun Hongbai taking care of her and having her nieces and nephews supporting her, she would be as comfortable as a fish in water.
But the fact is that I was given a humiliation on the first day I started, and now I am even more constrained in everything, even my own clothes and grooming have to be controlled by others!
And Jun Yuan, who she thought she could control and exploit, would stand on the opposite side of her and force her after just one word from others.
She clenched her fists and glanced from Jun Yuan's urging and dissatisfied face to Liu Yueniang's quiet but malicious and provocative face, and finally, she landed on the closed door of Hanguang Academy.
After a moment, she said one word at a time: "Okay, I'll change."
The corners of Liu Yueniang's lips rose, "Does Aunt Du know how to dress up to look most like a madam? Why don't you let me help Aunt Du?"
Jun Yuan said hurriedly: "Yes, Aunt Yue is the closest to mother, so she will definitely be able to help her."
Du Mianmian nodded with a stiff face, but in his heart he cursed Jun Yuan bloody.
Idiot, no wonder I'm still a wooden mallet after studying in the Shen family for so long. It turns out that I have an incomprehensible pig brain!
Being unwilling but having no choice but to obey is the greatest sadness in the world.
What she didn't know at this moment was that there was more than that waiting for her in this deep mansion.
By the time Du Mianmian was summoned by Liu Yueniang and dressed up again, the sun was already high in the sky.
When several people arrived at Hanguang Courtyard, Zhuzhu said with a wooden face: "Madam is taking a rest."
Du Mianmian's anger had reached the top of her head. How could she maintain her gentle and gentle appearance? After hearing this, she said firmly:
"Madam doesn't want to paint for my sister, so why bother to agree to it just for fun, and now she's trying to get Joe to refuse."
"Snapped--"
Zhuzhu stepped forward and slapped her unceremoniously.
Her hand was extremely strong, and she thrust it from the base of the ear to the chin, until Du Mianmian fluttered like a goose and fell into the flower field in the yard.
"you!"
Du Mianmian was furious!
"The stinking hooves who seek death actually dare to attack the master. Is this the tutor of the Shen family!"
Zhuzhu picked up a piece of mud from the ground and threw it firmly, accurately and firmly into Du Mianmian's mouth, "Master? Is a concubine worthy of being called master?"
She sneered: "The Shen family has strict upbringing, and no concubine has ever dared to point fingers in front of the mistress. I will beat you when I hit you, do you still have to choose a date?"
Seeing Jun Yuan rush to Du Mianmian and prepare to scold her, Zhu Zhu looked back at him forcefully:
"Madam is resting. If she is disturbed by making a noise, she will not be able to paint today if it affects her mood."
Jun Yuan froze with anger.
Du Mianmian was his relative, but his mother was the person he missed day and night.
Comparing the two, Jun Yuan lowered his voice: "How long will mother rest?"
Zhuzhu folded her hands on her lower abdomen and straightened her back: "I don't know."
Jun Yuan:......
If it had been in the past, he would have rolled on the spot and made a fuss.
But now, after being treated coldly by Shen Qingluan so many times, he didn't dare anymore.
After waiting honestly in the yard for a long time, the door finally opened slowly.
Du Mianmian held up her skirt and was about to go in, but Zhuzhu pushed her in the chest and staggered back.
"you!"
Zhuzhu said simply: "Madam didn't let you in."
Du Mianmian's eyes were red with anger, "Then where is she planning to paint? Could it be that she didn't plan to paint at all and was just playing tricks on all of us?"
"In the yard, of course."
There was a hint of surprise in Liu Yueniang's voice behind her: "Don't you know that the portrait of Madam is exactly like dancing in the courtyard? Since Aunt Du is going to put her body into the painting, of course she has to pose exactly the same."
dance to tune?
The anger in Du Mianmian's mind suddenly froze.
No way……
"Shen Qingluan is a talented woman of the Shen family, can't she paint based on her imagination?"
"sure."
Shen Qingluan finally stepped out of the room, sat slowly in front of the book table set up by the maids, picked up a pen to draw on the white paper, and said slowly:
"The so-called paintings are just as you wish. For example, if I paint a canna, no matter if I change its shape or change the color, you can all tell that it is a canna."
She raised the white paper in her hand and flipped it in front of everyone.
There are only a few strokes on the paper, but the painting is indeed bright, lively and lively. The flowers and leaves have nothing in common with canna, but everyone can tell that it is canna.
Du Mianmian's face lit up with joy. Before she could speak, Shen Qingluan continued:
"It's just that this canna is the canna in my mind, not the real canna. The same goes for painting people."
She met Jun Yuan's admiring eyes casually, "Do you want me to draw the real Du Wenniang, or the Du Wenniang in my heart?"
Jun Yuan's expression changed.
Although he was confused, he had studied at the Shen family for two or three years, so how could he not understand Shen Qingluan's words.
She has never met Du Wenniang, and even knows very little about her. How could the Du Wenniang in her heart be a real mother?
Jun Yuan bit his lip and looked at Du Mianmian imploringly, "Aunt, I'll spare you the trouble. I want to see the same painting as before."
He had already said this, what else could Du Mianmian say.
It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she had unknowingly stepped on the path paved by Shen Qingluan.
Even if she was unwilling, she could only do whatever Shen Qingluan asked her to do.
This feeling is so depressing.
She walked to the center of the yard with gloomy eyes.
Liu Yueniang walked up to Shen Qingluan in time and pretended to look at him, "Aunt Du, Madam was dancing the Bird Spirit Dance at that time."
Du Mianmian's face twitched.
The Bird Spirit Dance is indeed Du Wenniang's favorite dance, and is famous for its agility and joy.
If it were a different place and a different audience, she would be willing to dance to attract Jun Hongbai to fall in love with her.
But now, dance to Shen Qingluan?
Wouldn’t that make her a dancing girl who can be entertained by others?
"Aunt, please jump quickly." Jun Yuan urged.
Shen Qingluan also nodded in agreement: "The sun is high in the painting, it is noon, it will not be beautiful if it is delayed until the sun sets."
Jun Yuan couldn't help but become more anxious: "Auntie, please jump quickly, otherwise you will be late."
Du Mianmian felt even more bitter and started beating with her heavy legs.
The reason why the Bird Spirit Dance is so lively and joyful is that it requires frequent tapping of the feet.
The hands are constantly moving up and down, and the shoulders are twisting happily. It looks like a playful bird, giving people a sense of hope.
To be fair, Du Mianmian was not a bad dancer.
There was no accompaniment, but everyone was staring at her calmly.
Not to mention that Shen Qingluan and others were sitting on one side holding tea, looking at each other with amusement on their faces.
Boundless shame and depression hit her heart, Du Mianmian bit her lip and suddenly stopped.
"Why don't you paint, madam?"
Shen Qingluan raised his eyebrows, "Are you teaching me how to do something?"
Du Mianmian choked up and simply ignored it: "If Madam wants to paint for my sister, it doesn't matter if I break my leg, but if you sincerely make fun of me, the Du family is not someone who can be made cheap."
Shen Qingluan frowned and said "tsk".
Du Mianmian's self-righteousness is truly breathtaking.
She repeatedly provoked Shen Qingluan, why did she think she could escape unscathed.
Isn't it natural for Shen Qingluan to fight back?
Could it be that in the minds of the Du family, it is natural for them to hit people, and if others fight back, it is a violation of the rules and humiliation.
Shen Qingluan felt that it was necessary for her to correct Du Mianmian's stupid and ridiculous ideas.
She pressed her eyebrows and said calmly: "Aunt Du, it's been less than a day since you entered the house, but you have been provoking me for many days."
She stretched out her hand to stop Du Mianmian's impassioned expression, and scolded unceremoniously: "Logically, it's you who begged me to paint for Du Wenniang based on you.
If you have this ability and know how to paint, why don't you paint in front of the mirror yourself? Why bother licking your face to beg me? "
Du Mianmian's eyes were filled with anger.
Shen Qingluan's tone was full of ridicule: "After all, you have no knowledge or skills, and the Du family doesn't have the ability to hire famous teachers to teach you. You can only sing and dance to flatter you, but you know nothing about painting.
Secondly, you are just a concubine of the Jun family. In that case, how can you have the confidence to think that you are qualified to advise me, who is born in the Shen family and is the mistress of the Jun family? "
If Shen Qingluan had only beaten Du Mianmian before, these words were extremely rude.
Not only did she demote the Du family, for which she was a great person, to an undesirable family, but she also put her identity on the table.
Just a concubine, not even a master.
"Aunt Du, let me tell you one last time. In the Jun family, you just do whatever I ask you to do. Where do you have the courage to talk back to me?"
Her tone of voice was cold and arrogant, which made her already beautiful face even more gorgeous, making people dare not look directly at her.
Du Mianmian's cheeks instantly turned red, as if she had been slapped a dozen times by these words!
She had relied on her relationship with Jun Hongbai to be a concubine temporarily, but she still maintained a sense of superiority in her heart.
He believes that he is the victor in the relationship, and Shen Qingluan is just a poor person who is not liked by Jun Hongbai.
Now, everything she relied on and all the capital she was proud of had been reduced to pieces by Shen Qingluan's naked, direct and condescending words.
Her self-esteem was shattered and her heart was filled with humiliation.
It turns out that this is actually the case?
She was actually in a trance.
Shen Qingluan's jade-white fingers tapped on the table, as if they were tapping directly in the center of her heart.
"Aunt Du, now I want you to continue dancing, do you hear me?"
Du Mianmian seemed to be controlled by something, and she was forced to dance humiliatingly.
