"Oh, I can't help it. The place is a bit small. It will be fine after a while."
What Zhu Jingjing wanted to hear was not this, but an apology and then some corrections.
As a result, Zheng Xiong had no intention of apologizing at all, which made people very unhappy.
"Don't you think it's time to keep your voice down, Lord Doctor?"
Spreading his hands, Zheng Xiong said innocently.
"It's okay! It's my fault that my explanation was so exciting that it made them too excited."
"But if you feel the love, you can't say they are not."
"Please be considerate, princess."
That’s it, it’s a bit shameless!
Zhu Jingjing was still young and would not be fooled by Zheng Xiong's narcissistic words.
I don’t know where to start when it comes to asking for help.
He murmured after a long time.
"The Medical Marquis is in charge of Yingtian Mansion. He has a lot of official duties, so how can he still be so free to come here to teach?"
"Officials govern people, and I govern officials. Why bother to deal with big and small matters! That would be too tiring and not in line with my way of being an official."
Zheng Xiong's words made Zhu Jingjing a little distracted. Thinking of her father's busy schedule all day long, she couldn't help but ask.
"Where do you start talking about being an official? Aren't you teaching?"
"What's the point of being an official? I just need to divide the work and let them do it. It's not necessarily better if I'm there, and it's not necessarily bad if I'm not there. It's just a final assessment. As for teaching, in my spare time, I write and draw. Painting cultivates sentiments, and teaching can help you better understand your own foundation."
It's a bit subversive. None of the officials I met were like Zheng Xiong. They were all busy and seemed to have endless work to do.
Zheng Xiong is really an outlier.
Zhu Jingjing was speechless and did not bother with Zheng Xiong on this issue, but asked another question.
"Oh, so the doctor is also very accomplished in painting!"
Zheng Xiong laughed, quite modestly.
"It's not that high, it's only as high as two or three floors!"
What the hell, it’s inexplicable.
"That's so high! I wonder if I would be lucky enough to see the paintings of the medical lord?"
"Well, I just painted a few pictures. If the princess is interested, please come and take a look."
Zhu Jingjing followed Zheng Xiong to the blackboard.
Zheng Xiong picked up a few sketches and handed them to Zhu Jingjing for viewing.
It's just ordinary, with just a few features left.
I am used to seeing paintings by famous artists, but I am not too interested in Zheng Xiong's paintings.
After a casual glance, Zhu Jingjing handed the painting to the girls.
Some people appreciate it, but most of them are like Zhu Jingjing, who are well-informed and don't feel that there is anything outstanding about it.
"Can the Marquis Yi give us a clue? These paintings may not represent the level of the Marquis Yi!"
There's something wrong, it's a bit of a trap for myself. I'm afraid I don't want to make a fool of myself through this step!
"Then I have made a fool of myself."
After a few brush strokes, a painting was born at an extremely fast speed.
Zhu Jingjing looked intently.
The chicken outlined in lines, combined with a few black dots, and the large characters "Chicken Pecking Rice" made Zhu Jingjing instantly break through, with veins popping out on her face.
"Are you making fun of this princess?"
"I don't dare. What stands out about this painting is that it is unique. The princess is Xin's official. If you take it back, I guarantee that it will be worth a lot of money a hundred years from now."
What can you believe? A hundred years later, you can tell whether you are here or not. How can you prove it? It’s just for your own amusement!
Just when he was about to get angry, Zheng Xiong observed his words and spoke first.
"Don't you believe it, princess?"
Zhu Jingjing turned her head angrily and showed her meaning with actions.
"Plus this!"
Zheng Xiong took a writing brush from the side and wrote a poem against the picture of a chicken pecking at rice. Then he took out a seal and stamped it with a brush.
Wait until
After Zheng Xiong finished everything, the chicken was still the same chicken, but the painting was no longer so monotonous.
With the addition of poetry, it seems to have some meaning.
"There is no need to cut off the red crown on your head, and you will walk into the future covered with snow. I dare not speak softly in my life, and thousands of houses will be opened at once."
Zhu Jingjing groaned unconsciously and tasted it carefully.
Poems are good poems, but when combined with the picture of a chicken pecking at rice, how do you read it and maintain peace?
It's like boiling a pot of soup on a grain of rat excrement, it's all in vain.
"Princess, what do you think? Will it be valuable in the future?"
No matter how you look at it, it’s better not to look at it than to look at it with your eyes closed.
"Is the poem newly composed by the medical lord?"
"Of course."
Resisting the urge to hit someone, Zhu Jingjing held back her breath and let go of her little hand.
"The poem is good, it's worth platinum, and this painting! Haha, I forgive you, princess, for not being able to compliment me."
It doesn't matter, anyway, there are not many good people in your old Zhu family, and you are still angry!
"This is a game, it should not be taken seriously. If the princess likes it, I will draw a few more for her."
"No, I understand the doctor's kindness. I don't want the painting to stain my eyes."
Faced with Zhu Jingjing's righteous rejection, Zheng Xiong was not discouraged but continued.
"My level is more than this. Princess, don't be superficial."
"Can't we still see those paintings?"
Zhu Jingjing couldn't help it and looked at the sketches again.
I was a bit shaken by the picture of a chicken pecking at rice. Looking at the sketch again, it seems a little interesting.
Zhu Jingjing nodded unconsciously in recognition.
"It's okay~ Uh."
Suddenly, as if he had come to his senses, Zhu Jingjing finally couldn't hold it back anymore.
He raised his little hand and patted it on the desk.
But he didn't say anything, he just stared at Zheng Xiong with cold eyes.
Seeing that Zhu Jingjing was really angry, Zheng Xiong immediately began to restrain himself.
Feeling a little guilty, he looked around directly, not daring to look at Zhu Jingjing.
Everyone present was also startled by the sound. Seeing that the princess was angry, they immediately lowered their heads for fear of being offended.
The atmosphere was awkward, but fortunately Zheng Xiong was thick-skinned.
The first to be defeated was Zhu Jingjing.
A sinister smile, it’s a smile! Zhu Jingjing seemed to have figured it out.
"Since the doctor is teaching, I wonder if we, the little ladies, can listen in and learn a thing or two."
Zhu Jingjing was a princess after all, and Zheng Xiong didn't dare to bully others too much. Seeing that there were steps to go down, he agreed.
"If the princess wants to learn, I will definitely give her all my money to teach you, and I will not dare to be selfish."
"Okay, then it's settled."
In the next few days, Zhu Jingjing and these girls came to listen every day.
And the news spread that the princess also came to learn painting, and a group of girls were either rich or noble.
Unknowingly, Zheng Xiong originally had no restrictions on men and women when recruiting people, but in this era, no girls came to sign up.
Now with Zhu Jingjing as a role model, the situation is completely different.
Some girls, no matter what their psychology is, have already accepted it and come to the government office to sign up.
As time goes by, more and more people come to visit the government office.
Men and women are matched, so work is not tiring.
Zheng Xiong's teaching is not so boring, and the young man who studies is more motivated.
Just like that, half a month passed.
At this time, Zheng Xiong no longer had much inventory.
If they learn well, let them practice portraits on their own.
The new ones, Zheng Xiong, were all handed over to the previous people and became the hands-off shopkeeper.
