Shen Qingluan didn't even raise her eyelids, "A bowl of tea made Aunt Du wake up. It seems she can be saved."
Du Mianmian was so angry that her chest heaved up and down, but she still held back from exploding and managed a smile, "Thank you, madam, for your teaching. Please help me clarify my doubts."
Shen Qingluan's lips curved into a smile, exuding an astonishing momentum and arrogance that made people feel ashamed.
"Uncle, are you satisfied with the picture I drew of Sister Wen Niang?"
satisfy? Du Mianmian yelled crazily in his mind.
How can the uncle be satisfied!
What the uncle is thinking about is his sister’s face. There is only one figure in the painting from the back that no one can identify. Why should he say it is his sister?
This kind of painting will only make the uncle satisfied!
Du Mianmian looked at Jun Hongbai expectantly, hoping that he would refute and scold Shen Qingluan, and then ask her to make a painting for him again!
She looked at the faceless but still graceful and vivid woman on the drawing, and couldn't help but dream longingly in her heart.
If such brushstrokes could paint themselves on paper...
Although Shen Qingluan is annoying, his talent is impeccable.
Du Mianmian felt a twinge of guilt in her heart, but she quickly covered it up.
So what if you have talent? As long as it can be used by her, it is her talent.
Just like the shopkeepers and clerks in the shop, no matter how they can make money and do business, they can only be driven by the Du family.
She stared closely at Jun Hongbai's mouth, waiting for him to say something dissatisfied, waiting for Shen Qingluan to bow his head and admit defeat.
"This painting..."
Jun Hongbai's eyes were stunned, "The painting is excellent."
What?
Du Mianmian almost screamed.
How could I think such a faceless painting is excellent?
"Uncle, Mrs. Shen...she didn't even draw her sister's face!"
Du Mianmian tried to arouse Jun Hongbai's anger.
Jun Hongbai turned a deaf ear and only took two heavy steps towards the scroll.
"The first time I met Wen Niang, she looked like this."
No one knows that instead of saying that he loves Du Wenniang's delicate appearance, it is better to say that he is deeply addicted to Du Wenniang's graceful dancing posture and the glimpse of her face when they first met her.
Those were his most energetic years.
He is also the direct grandson of the Marquis, his grandfather is a veteran Marquis in the capital, and he is young and talented, so no one would call him the pillar of the country.
It was at this moment that Du Wenniang caught his eye.
She is beautiful, delicate, and pitiful.
And he calls himself the hero in the picture book and is willing to be the most upright man in the world for her.
He knelt in front of his grandfather and promised to give Du Wenniang a support. Du Wenniang's adoring and dependent eyes made him think that he was Wenniang's entire world.
Many times, even he himself didn't understand whether he missed Du Wenniang more or Jun Hongbai, who was praised by everyone in the capital.
Those years of youth and frivolity became blurry inch by inch as his spine was bent, leaving only the startling glimpse of him when he first met.
It's the same startling glimpse as on this picture scroll.
"Thank you ma'am."
He bowed to Shen Qingluan with a complicated expression.
Shen Qingluan was able to paint this scene so lifelike and lifelike, presumably because of his great devotion to him.
How did she draw Wen Niang's appearance stroke by stroke?
Is she filled with love, melancholy, sourness, or hate?
Jun Hongbai stared at her deeply, "I owe Madam a favor for this matter."
Shen Qingluan chuckled noncommittally, did not answer, and turned to look at Du Mianmian, "Aunt Du thinks the woman in this painting doesn't look like your sister?"
Du Mianmian was speechless.
Like, of course.
There are people in the world who are so weird that they can portray the beauty of a woman they have never met with just a piece of clothing and a back view.
It was just like that that made her unbearable.
Shen Qingluan clearly didn't need her face, but he forced her to dance all afternoon!
She jumped until her legs were stiff, but in the end she got nothing.
How could she be so willing?
If she had her way, she would tear this painting to pieces and then humiliate and beat Shen Qingluan severely in order to relieve the hatred in her heart.
But just thinking about it.
The fact is, she gritted her teeth and suppressed the resentment in her heart, "It's very similar."
Shen Qingluan admired the humiliation and resentment on her face. Only in this way could the pain of her regretful death in her previous life be relieved.
"In this case, that's it for painting."
Du Mianmian endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore: "Since Madam is confident, why do you ask me to dance and paint?"
Shen Qingluan covered her lips with her fan and chuckled: "Didn't you volunteer to dance to find inspiration for me?"
Du Mianmian looked dissatisfied.
The next moment, Shen Qingluan suddenly turned cold, "I want to see Aunt Du dance, can't I?"
Du Mianmian's face suddenly looked like an overturned palette, red, orange, red and green, changing constantly.
How could Shen Qingluan's mouth say such cold words?
Does she want to see it? May I?
Pooh! Who is she, Shen Qingluan, who dares to make herself dance for her?
He is just a talking clay statue in this house, but he dares to show off as the mistress of the house!
Du Mianmian wished she could rush up and grab Hua Shen Qingluan's gorgeous and noble face, but her hands and feet were tightly restrained by her remaining reason.
OK, OK, OK!
In his anger, Du Mianmian actually broke out into a smile, "Madam wants to see me dance, and I am naturally willing to do so. Not to mention dancing for madam, as long as madam needs it, I am willing to serve madam, through fire and water, wherever I am." Don’t say goodbye.”
When she married into the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, she only wanted to find a place to live in peace. If Shen Qingluan didn't block her way, she would just treat Shen Qingluan as a dead person.
But now, Shen Qingluan provokes her again and again, so don't blame her for being cruel.
Do you like watching dancing?
When Shen Qingluan dies, he plans to set up a stage at her grave and sing for three days and three nights, making her journey to reincarnation lively and never lonely!
Shen Qingluan raised his eyes and looked at her gnashing her teeth, and suddenly frowned:
"Did Aunt Du lose her brain by dancing? What do I want you to do? You don't know how to serve tea and pour water. You have never even touched the grinding and laying paper."
She tossed her sleeves and sat back on the chair: "You are the uncle's concubine. From now on, you only have to serve the uncle. You should not get in front of me except to greet me.
I have already exhausted my energy in educating two stupid juniors, and I have no time to train you again. "
"you--"
"Okay." Jun Hongbai stepped forward to stop Du Mianmian, who was so angry that his chest was about to explode, "Madam is an outspoken person, but her character is noble and impeccable.
Since she said so, you just need to come to Hanguangyuan less and less in the future. "
Du Mianmian felt a basin of cold water pouring on her head, and the whites of her eyes rolled back in frustration.
"Mianmian, what's wrong with you?"
Jun Hongbai hugged her shaky body and said, "Go and ask the doctor over."
"No, no need!"
Du Mianmian regained his consciousness with a jolt, "It's just that the weather is too hot and I'm a little dizzy."
Her expression quickly calmed down, but suddenly she felt a sharp gaze locking on her with an oppressive force.
Turning his head, he met Shen Qingluan's meaningful gaze.
Du Mianmian felt a creeping fear in her heart.
She suddenly broke away from Jun Hongbai's arms and said, "Uncle, I suddenly remembered that there is something else in the courtyard, and I want to say goodbye first."
Jun Hongbai's light brown eyes were filled with overflowing worry, "Okay, you go back and have a good rest."
After she disappeared in a hurry, Jun Hongbai turned around and looked at Shen Qingluan, who was leisurely and at ease, and said tactfully:
"Mianmian is not as well-educated as you, but in the final analysis she is just an ignorant girl. Please bear with me, Madam."
Shen Qingluan glanced sideways at him through the gap in the tea lid, and suddenly put the tea cup down on the table.
The crisp knocking sound made Jun Hongbai's heart lift instantly.
He pursed his lips and backed down slowly, "Of course, the wife still has the final say in this house, I'm just suggesting it."
"I know." Shen Qingluan nodded slowly.
"The uncle cares about Aunt Du, so just follow her and take a look. I am really outspoken, so it is better for the uncle to show mercy to her."
Jun Hongbai was so choked that his breath was stuck in his throat and he couldn't get out for a long time.
He wanted to say a few words to ease the atmosphere, but he swallowed them all in front of Shen Qingluan's indifferent profile.
He clenched his fists, stared deeply at Shen Qingluan for a moment, and finally walked away.
The room was silent for a moment, but Shen Qingluan's brows slowly tightened. His mind was filled with Du Mianmian's panic when he heard that Jun Hongbai wanted to ask the imperial doctor.
Although there was no direct connection, she inexplicably remembered that in her previous life, Du Mianmian entered the family as an equal wife. However, she was diagnosed with pregnancy more than a month later, which severely slapped her face as a helpless mistress.
Although there were many messages from inside and outside the house, many people were waiting to see how she would respond.
However, no one believed that she had no ill intentions towards the child in Du Mianmian's belly.
Children are the continuation of life, the continuation of the world, and the embodiment of hope.
How could she hate and loathe a child who had never appeared?
But no one wanted to believe her thoughts.
The Jun family was very guarded against her, and Du Mianmian even arrogantly expressed that he did not want to see Shen Qingluan and asked Shen Qingluan to take a detour when he saw her.
It's ridiculous. Even though she is a common wife, she is just a concubine with a nice name. How can any real wife in the world take the initiative to avoid being a concubine?
But Du Mianmian burst into laughter when she saw Shen Qingluan, and the Jun family always stood on her side and scolded Shen Qingluan harshly.
It was clear that he was suddenly separated from the world, but those resentful and harsh faces were as real as if they had appeared just a moment ago.
Shen Qingluan closed his eyes and searched slowly in his memory.
The passage of time slowly stopped at the scene of the Mid-Autumn Festival night, when Du Mianmian took the initiative to bring her tea, but after she took the tea cup, she clutched her stomach and shouted for help.
She still remembered that Du Mianmian was wearing a blue eight-piece peony skirt, but it was smeared with blood.
Everyone blamed Du Mianmian's miscarriage on her, and she couldn't argue.
Afterwards, she couldn't figure it out no matter what. Du Mianmian's fetal condition had always been stable, so how could she suddenly have a miscarriage?
Until just now...
Du Mianmian was so arrogant that she would cry even if the wind blew her face, saying that she was suffering from the cold.
Today, she was so angry that she almost fainted. Instead of making a fuss, she stopped Jun Hongbai from calling a doctor?
So unusual.
Being unusual may mean that there is an incredible truth behind it.
What will it be?
Shen Qingluan tried to explore more details that she had ignored.
"Shen Qingluan."
Jun Yuan's shy voice sounded, "Thank you for painting my mother."
snap——
The clue that was about to be caught in my mind was just cut off.
