"Miss, it's time to eat."
Wang Wanzhi responded lightly: "Oh, wait until I finish reading this page."
Seeing the lady's motionless look, Yan Yu thought to herself, I have served you for so many years, and I still don't know you. You are reading page after page, and I forgot to eat after a while. This is not the first time. .
Thinking about the excitement and liveliness of the young lady in the past two days, I felt very unhappy. Alas, nature cannot be changed by mountains and rivers, and gods cannot change your temper even when they come.
You can't jump around like a little bird, even though you are a young lady, gentle, elegant, knowledgeable and courteous.
But you have turned the young lady into an old gentleman, who does not like to move or talk. You are a woman, you are a woman in your prime.
Yan Yu suddenly caught a glimpse of the scroll in his hand. He had a plan in mind and said with a smile, "I have a trick today."
"Oh, what's the trick?"
When Wang Wanzhi heard this, he immediately turned his head with interest, put down the book, got up and walked over.
Yan Yu rubbed his head against the scroll tucked under his arm.
Wang Wanzhi asked doubtfully: "Painting?"
Yan Yu smiled and said: "I don't know, maybe it's something to coax children when you open it." It's obviously a bamboo dragonfly, but the lady can think of it as a sweet bamboo, so what's impossible?
Wang Wanzhi sensed that Yan Yu was teasing her, and smiled sweetly: "You'll know if you open it."
Yan Yu said, "Eat first."
Wang Wanzhi smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat first."
Wang Wanzhi sat down to dine elegantly, but occasionally glanced at the picture scroll Yan Yu held under her arm. Her curiosity had been aroused. The picture scroll and the cook were two completely different things that were connected together.
And this cook never let her down.
Yan Yu smiled and said, "Miss, don't be in a hurry and just eat your meal."
Wang Wanzhi smiled: "Come and coax me."
Yan Yu then said: "Miss, if you don't want to hear something, someone really needs to coax you."
"Why?"
"You are already living like a fairy. You are a bit like a young lady, and a bit like a woman. Misses from other aristocratic families are always acquainted with handsome young men. Fortunately, you are either Master Zhengjian of Hanshan Temple or Master Lu, the governor. And that Yuan Jing..."
Yan Yu suddenly choked up as she spoke, knowing that she had spilled the beans. The death of Mr. Yuan Jing had a great impact on the young lady. This is also the reason why the young lady has allowed the disease to rage these days. The young lady fights against the sky with just one breath. Once this breath is exhausted, , why should we fight against the sky?
It can be said that the two of them have a deep relationship, but they have never met each other. Maybe the young lady is too lonely and has always regarded Mr. Yuan Jing as a friend to move forward in life.
Human emotions cannot be controlled by reason. Wang Wanzhi's face immediately revealed sadness, and she said softly: "Although the dead are gone, the living are like this. The past is over and the future can be pursued. But after all, there is some regret."
Wang Wanzhi put down her chopsticks as she spoke, no longer in the mood to continue eating.
Brother, I have known you for several years, but we were separated before we met. Do you know how sad Jian Jia is?
Brother, I'm sorry that I kept you company, but Jian Jia didn't even say a word of gratitude in person.
People often say that time can heal all wounds, and we believe it, but time cannot heal all wounds, it has only been healed, and there is still a scar.
It's like it's been a long time since my mother passed away, but it still lingers in my heart. I feel sad when I think about it, and I can't help myself because I really loved her.
Yan Yu saw the sad look on the young lady's face and slapped herself hard.
Wang Wanzhi forced a smile: "It has nothing to do with you, I can't eat it."
Yan Yu quickly coaxed: "Okay, okay, don't eat. This food is just average."
Wang Wanzhi said thoughtfully: "The food is very good."
Yan Yu suddenly took the scroll under her arm and said expectantly: "Miss, why don't we see what tricks this cook is playing." However, he hoped that there would be something interesting to dilute the lady's sadness.
Wang Wanzhi was not interested at all at this moment: "No, I'm going out for a walk."
Yan Yu quickly stopped Wang Wanzhi and begged, "Miss, let's just take a look."
Wang Wanzhi said calmly: "Just take a look." It was obviously perfunctory.
Yan Yu hurriedly cleared the table, took back the table and chopsticks, put them aside, and spread out the scroll. She was shocked after just one glance. Was this painted by him?
What he painted was an ink painting of a lady.
Although Yan Yu is just a little maid, she is the little maid beside Wang Wanzhi. She stands on the top of the mountain and looks at the clouds all year round, so the clouds are not far away.
It’s hard to imagine that such a superb painting was made by a cook. Even a famous painter would be amazing.
The image of Chef Xie Fu suddenly blurred in her mind, and she just felt that she had to put him in the clothes of a talented young man.
It's a lie, I thought he was painting a picture of a chicken eating rice, and the painting was completely done. This is not the standard of a normal person.
Why isn’t the lady surprised?
Yan Yu looked back, only to see the young lady looking out the door and not looking back at the painting at all.
Although Yan Yu had passed the moment of admiration, she deliberately screamed: "Oh my God, this painting skill is so superb. Even compared to you, Miss, you are no worse." At this moment, she only regretted that she was short of words, otherwise what could she have done? Praise as much as you like.
When Wang Wanzhi heard this, he turned around, glanced at the painting, and immediately showed a slight surprise. The painting and color palette immediately caught people's attention.
The expert's eyes were so vicious that Wang Wanzhi couldn't help but walked over and looked at the unfolded scroll with an air of appreciating paintings.
It’s not about looking at what’s being painted, but rather appreciating the artist’s craftsmanship and artistic conception.
Yan Yu is much simpler, it just depends on what the painting is, whether it is beautiful or not, whether it is pleasing to the eye or not.
This background is naturally lively and lively, making people think about what a wonderful painting is.
Finally, my eyes fell on the woman in the painting. The woman in the painting is so beautiful! More beautiful than a fairy,
The red skirt blends perfectly with the beauty's cheeks, making her charming and charming.
The charm and charm leap out of the paper.
Yan Yu couldn't help but murmured: "Such a beautiful woman can only exist in heaven, not on earth."
Wang Wanzhi admired the technique and praised it: "Good technique, one stroke connects the other, blank, hidden, blurred, and loose are virtual. The ladies are completely portrayed, and the paintings are bright and colorful,"
Yan Yu suddenly let out a sigh, feeling that the beautiful woman in the painting looked familiar.
She looked at the fairy woman's eyebrows and then at the young lady's eyebrows.
He looked at the fairy woman's eyes and then at the young lady's eyes.
He looked at the fairy woman's nose and then at the young lady's nose.
He looked at the lips of the fairy woman and the lips of the young lady.
This is clearly a young lady, a healthy and beautiful young lady.
The young lady can be so beautiful!
It turns out that young ladies can be so beautiful!
Yan Yu's head was buzzing for a moment, and she felt as if a god was casting magic on the young lady.
Yan Yu kept looking at the person in the painting, and then at Wang Wanzhi several times in a row.
One is as beautiful as a fairy, while the other is skinny, ugly and pitiful.
They are clearly two people, and they are clearly one person.
"Miss! Miss!"
Wang Wanzhi hissed: "Don't talk."
Although Yan Yu had something to say and ask, she had no choice but to hold it back.
After a while, Wang Wanzhi smiled sweetly and said: "What a painting."
Literati know literati, and literati cherish calligraphy and painting.
He asked: "Is this painting really painted by him?"
"Um... I guess so, or maybe I bought it."
Wang Wanzhi lowered his head and took a sip: "The fragrance of ink is still there, not to mention that such a painting is not easy to buy. This Jinling City..." As he spoke, he stopped thinking.
Yan Yu said softly: "Miss, can I say something first?"
"Say it."
Yan Yu pointed at the woman in the painting: "Who do you think this fairy woman looks like?"
Wang Wanzhi looked at her carefully and said with a smile, "Do you know this beauty?"
"I heard that Li Huirong is known as the best in Beizhou. He is extremely talented, intelligent and beautiful! Looking at the whole world, only Li Huirong is worthy of such a stunning figure. It's just that his charming and shy attitude is not worthy of Li Huirong's husband. Lang style.”
"Miss, you look like you."
"How can I have such a stunning beauty despite my mediocre appearance?"
"Miss, take a closer look at these eyebrows, nose, and lips."
Wang Wanzhi looked again and carefully identified the facial features: "Yan Yu, bring me a mirror."
Yan Yu fetched the mirror, and Wang Wanzhi took it. She looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a pitiful and terrifying face. She felt strange for a moment. She turned out to be like this. To be honest, it was a bit scary.
She doesn't like ordinary ladies who like to look in the mirror, and she never cares about her appearance. She suddenly smiled and said, "If I weren't Wang Wanzhi, who would marry me."
Yan Yu said: "Miss, even if you are not Wang Wanzhi, your talent and knowledge are worth your beauty."
Wang Wanzhi said with a smile: "Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, they wish to have the same person and stay together forever. Haven't I told you the story? People like Sima Xiangru can't escape from the vulgarity and are just deceiving themselves and others."
"Okay, miss, are you the one looking at the painting?"
Wang Wanzhi compared herself in the mirror with the immortal in the painting, and suddenly let out a cry, obviously shocked.
Yan Yu looked at Wang Wanzhi's surprised expression and said with a smile: "If your skin is whiter, if your complexion is better, if you dress up and put on a girl's skirt, wouldn't you be the fairy in the painting, miss?"
Wang Wanzhi murmured: "I have never been like this."
Yan Yu continued: "That's why it's amazing. It never happened in the past. This is the future lady. He can actually imagine the future lady. This is really unbelievable, unbelievable, and also very exciting."
"Hey, he has never met the young lady. How does he know that the young lady knows what she looks like?"
"Oh, I know. He must have been leaning on the wall to take a peek while the lady was in the yard."
Wang Wanzhi remained silent. The figure in the painting also filled her with doubts. Could it be that she knew the cook.
There are not many people I associate with, none of whom have such high painting skills, and no one who is good at cooking. It is really puzzling.
Wang Wanzhi was thinking, while Yan Yu was studying the painting. She always felt that the painting was very mysterious.
Especially the way the fairy woman pursed her lips and bit them slightly, and why her face was so red. It always felt like she was shy, maybe she saw something, or she was thinking about her lover.
Suddenly he recognized the woman in the painting looking towards the stone from the corner of her eyes. Only then did Yan Yu notice that there was a pool of water flowing out from behind the stone in the painting. It's just a superficial touch, subtle and subtle, as if it means something.
Yan Yu exclaimed: "The spring light is bright, and it hasn't rained. Where is the puddle of water? Could it be a hint that there was a spring rain earlier, the sun is strong, and only the water behind the stone has not dried up, which means it is already the end of spring." In recent summer, it is really wonderful. This is probably what the lady usually calls the painting scene."
"Nonsense, the apricot blossoms are in full bloom. Have you ever seen apricot blossoms that haven't withered in recent summer? This puddle of water..."
As Wang Wanzhi spoke, she stretched out her delicate throat and made a sound.
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