The boy eating grapes winked at the woman who looked like the boss lady, "You see, I'm right, the guy named Wei is here, and there will be fewer people coming to eat tonight, so everyone can just sit on the first floor."
Wei Zixian snorted coldly, but first said hello to the middle-aged painter, who quickly returned the greeting, and then his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Xia Huai behind Wei Zixian.
I couldn't wait to take out a piece of cooked rice paper, a brush, a piece of pine smoke ink and a stone inkstone from my painting bag. I looked around but couldn't find any water. In the end, I grabbed the wine bottle on the table and started drinking directly. He fell on his own inkstone.
Then he studied the ink and picked up the pen. Ignoring the noise on the left and right, he lowered his head and began to draw.
Xia Huai was a little nervous when he saw this, but the woman who looked like a boss next to him smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, there is no harm in the painting fanatic. He has always been like this, and he can't control his hands when he sees what he wants to draw. On the contrary, If he doesn't want to paint, he won't even write it even if you tell him off. There was once a noble lady in the capital who was willing to pay a hundred taels of gold to ask him to paint her most beautiful side. As a result, after this guy saw the real person, he stayed directly. He wrote a blank piece of paper and said that Madam is the most beautiful at this time.
"The fact that he is willing to paint for you shows that he thinks your beauty is worthy of lasting forever. If I were ten years younger, I would be jealous right now."
"Sister doesn't have to be ten years younger to look good now." Xia Huai said sincerely.
The woman who looks like a boss lady is about in her early thirties. There are some wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, which are the traces left by the years on her body. However, her chest is still tall and straight, and even in loose casual clothes, she can still hide her proud talent. At the same time, due to martial arts training Because of this, there is not a trace of fat on the calves and waist, but this is when women are at their most charming.
Between a frown and a smile, there is a charm flowing.
She seemed very happy to receive the compliment from Xia Huai. She directly pulled the girl to sit next to her, and at the same time introduced the people at the table to her and Lu Jing.
"Painting idiot, as I said just now, this person has no school or sect. He learned martial arts from an ancient painting. He only started practicing martial arts when he was over 30 years old. But now he has entered the second-rate and can be called a genius. It’s a pity that this is not his ambition and he still prefers painting to practicing martial arts.”
After speaking, she pointed to the boy eating grapes, "That one over there is the twin brother of Mr. Baiyu of Xiaoyao Villa, Lu Meilang. Although he did not make the Qingyun Ranking like his brother, it has nothing to do with his qualifications, just because of his He spent too much time on eating, drinking and having fun. Tian Jizi once commented on this person. Once he can calm down, his future progress in martial arts may not be slower than that of his brother."
The boy eating grapes seemed to have heard the words of the landlady-looking woman, but he grinned, "I can't take it anymore. It's enough to have the white jade young master Lu Ping in Xiaoyao Villa. Lu Meilang should just eat and drink and continue to be his rich young master."
The woman who looked like a landlady finally introduced herself, "Aunt Wei, a money manager at a pawn shop."
"Auntie is too modest. Rentong Pawnshop is spread all over the country, with more than 300 branches. The boss, Zhu Fugui, is a top player in the list. There are 24 big shopkeepers under him, and Aunt Wei is one of them."
This time, it was Lu Meilang who was here to answer their questions. After a pause, he said again, "Is Xijiang Pavilion so interested in that secret book? Even if Wei Zixian came over, he actually sent two more The disciples are with him.”
"Oh, I'm not from Xijian Pavilion." Lu Jing explained.
A look of confusion flashed across Lu Meilang's face. He had a wide range of friends in the world. He basically knew the most outstanding people of the younger generation, but this was the first time he met Lu Jing.
I originally thought that this man was a disciple of Xijian Pavilion, but I didn't expect that Lu Jing denied it. With Wei Zixian's temper, he could tolerate a young man who was not from the same disciple as him. Lu Meilang suddenly became more interested in Lu Jing's origins. Got interested.
However, before he could ask any more questions, the painter on the side suddenly shouted "It's done!" and then threw the brush aside.
Everyone was attracted by his actions and moved closer. As a result, they saw a beautiful girl with a sweet smile appearing on the paper. Who else could it be if it wasn't Xia Huai? Moreover, the painting not only depicted Xia Huai's figure, but also even The charm is the same, but this is something even a camera can't do.
Aunt Wei praised, "You are truly worthy of being a national champion in painting."
After Xia Huai saw the painting, he was both happy and ashamed. He was happy because the painting fanatic painted her very beautifully, but he was ashamed because the girl in the painting looked so similar to her. Seeing the painting was like seeing a person. If this painting was If she fell into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, wouldn't it mean that she herself could be played with at will?
The girl was worried when she saw the painting fanatic holding up the painting and walking towards her, "It's very offending to paint without telling me. Let me take this painting as an apology."
Xia Huai was stunned when she heard this. She had just heard Aunt Wei say that painting by a painter was worth a hundred dollars, but she didn't expect that the other party would actually give this painting to her.
Finally, Mrs. Wei said in her ear, "Silly boy, if you haven't accepted the painting yet, do you still want this painting to fall into the hands of others?"
Xia Huai was startled, and then he hurriedly reached out to pick up the painting.
After delivering the painting, the painting idiot stood up directly. While putting his pen, ink, paper and inkstone back into the painting bag, he said, "This painting is enough for tonight. I have no interest in attending the banquet later. I’ll just say goodbye to you all.”
After saying that, he picked up the painting bag and floated away in the astonished eyes of the heroes.
Lu Meilang laughed when he saw this, "I'm really a painting fanatic."
Then he looked at Xia Huai and said with great interest, "Miss Xia, I am willing to pay two hundred gold for this painting..."
"If you don't want to sell it, don't sell it." Xia Huai shook his head like a rattle, and at the same time hugged the painting tightly in his arms, not even caring if the ink stains rubbed on his body.
After this little episode, it was already Haishi.
A waiter brought cold snacks and started serving dishes to each table, including seven plates of dried fruits, ten dishes fried with carved honey, eight plates of food, twelve side dishes for drinking, sauce duck, fish fillet, frozen stone head, crystal elbow... Everything you need.
However, none of the heroes in the lobby moved their chopsticks, they just looked at the delicacies on the table with cold eyes.
Everyone knows that with the strength of the Qingzhu Gang, it is impossible to cope with the current crisis without vicious tricks, so everyone will naturally pay special attention to this aspect.
The three of them, like Lu Jing, only went out after dinner, and they were quite full, so although they felt a little pity looking at the delicious food and wine in front of them, they didn't have much appetite.
But when the cold appetizers were served, Jie Liancheng, whom everyone had been looking forward to, still didn't show up.
Instead, a group of warblers walked out of the corridor opposite.
They are fat and thin, each with their own charm. When the musicians start playing Sheng songs, they also wave their sleeves and dance to the music.
Seeing pairs of bare feet on the ground, jumping to the beat, while their boneless waists were twisting in the air, many of the heroes were breathing heavily and opened their eyes wide. , their eyes seemed to want to pierce through the thin gauze clothes and reach the mysterious forbidden place underneath.
However, when the dancers jumped in front of them with enchanting dance steps, no one actually reached out. On the contrary, some people with poor concentration gritted their teeth and closed their eyes, simply out of sight and out of mind.
After the dance, the dancers returned with resentment and disappointment in their eyes.
Immediately afterwards, eight more porters carried two heavy large boxes and walked out of another corridor.
