A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

The woman had two buns, a bright gold hairpin, and a skirt with a white lining and a gouache on the outside. When she saw Duan Rong coming out, she walked a few steps, tucked her skirt in and saluted, and asked, "Are you Master Duan?"

"My last name is Duan!" Duan Rong's eyes lit up when he saw the woman.

"Are you the one who paints on West Street?" The woman stared at Duan Rong and continued to ask.

Duan Rong smiled and nodded.

After the woman confirmed her identity, her expression obviously eased, and she smiled and said, "I am a maid in the Xia Mansion, named Xue Qing. My young master wants to ask for a painting from you!"

The maid in the Xia Mansion is probably not as good as the ladies of ordinary families.

The maid's name is Xue Qing, which is appropriate. She is as fair and bright as her.

"A street craftsman cannot bear the word 'ask'! Since your young master is interested, I will go with you." Duan Rong said in a casual manner. It is better to ask for a painting than to perform on the street.

Xue Qing's eyes moved slightly. Although Mr. Duan was not good-looking, he spoke modestly and moderately, which made people feel casual and easy-going.

Xue Qing couldn't help but smile and said, "Sir, please!"

Xue Qing lifted the cotton curtain of the carriage, and Duan Rong stepped into the carriage and sat down on the one-piece horizontal bench on the right side by the window.

The one-piece horizontal bench was quite wide, with soft cushions on it and a beautifully decorated carpet under his feet!

Xue Qing sat down opposite Duan Rong and said in a delicate voice, "Old Qin, let's go!"

The driver loosened the reins and shouted lightly, "Go!"

The red horse seemed to have received an order, its hooves were slow and heavy, and it trotted forward, pulling the carriage slowly!

West Street was paved with bluestone slabs, the street was clean and flat, and the speed of the carriage was not fast or slow, obviously they were all well-trained.

Duan Rong was slightly surprised. "Although the carriage is small, it has details everywhere when welcoming and seeing off guests. Xia Zhongyang is really a powerful person! The handwriting of the God of Wealth is really extraordinary!"

As soon as Xue Qing got on the carriage, she couldn't help but look at Duan Rong a few times, but Duan Rong just sat quietly, with a calm light flashing in his eyes!

On the way afterwards, neither of them spoke. Their eyes looked at the street scene outside the car window at the same time, but their minds were on the person opposite.

Although they didn't look at it with their eyes, they didn't know how many times they had seen it in their hearts!

Although Duan Rong was slick, he knew his limits. It's best not to joke around in such a claustrophobic and narrow space. Girls usually feel less secure in such an environment. Joking around will make people feel disgusted.

After about half an incense stick of time, with the driver's "whoosh" and tightening the reins at the same time, the clattering of the red horse's hooves subsided, and the carriage slowly stopped.

Duan Rong and Xue Qing got off the carriage one after another.

The driver jumped off the carriage, led the red horse, and led the carriage into a corner gate a stone's throw away from the main gate, and went to find the manager to register.

Xue Qing and Duan Rong walked in from the main gate of Xia Mansion. The gatekeeper and two guards with swords glanced at Duan Rong vaguely.

Xue Qing led Duan Rong in the corridor, turning here and there, and suddenly met a few women in gorgeous clothes in a pavilion across a corridor, playing with birds.

Xue Qing squatted in the corridor across the corridor and bowed, then took Duan Rong and left quickly.

Duan Rong followed Xue Qing out of the corridor, walked through a white courtyard wall and a bamboo forest, and finally stopped in front of a pavilion beside a pond.

Although the pond is not big, it is surrounded by rockery and shaded by bamboo, and the layout is quite methodical.

A woman in lavender clothes was sitting by the pavilion, throwing fish food into the pond.

The koi in the pond moved with the fish food, and the red waves rolled. Isn't it beautiful?

Xue Qing took a few quick steps and ran into the pavilion, saying, "Miss, someone is coming!"

The woman put down the fish food, stood up, walked out of the pavilion, and looked at Duan Rong.

Duan Rong was slightly surprised. Xue Qing was talking about the young master, but she didn't expect it to be a young lady!

The young lady was wearing a lavender skirt and stood by the pavilion. The skirt swayed in the breeze. In the sunlight behind her, the pavilion, the pond, and the bamboos were dotted with fun!

Duan Rong smiled slightly, which was considered a greeting. Whether it was the young master or the young lady, they were all little gods of wealth and could not be neglected!

This little god of wealth in a purple skirt had white skin and rosy skin. Although it was only a short distance from the pavilion, she walked lively and gracefully.

There are two dimples on her face, so you can feel her smile even before she smiles.

Duan Rong couldn't help but feel a little moved when he saw the faint smile, but then he calmed down!

This purple-clothed little god of wealth was born in a wealthy family, and his every move exudes a sense of wealth, but because of this, he lacks a certain kind of simple charm that Duan Rong always feels friendly to!

The woman in front of him is probably better than Xiao Baiqiao in terms of temperament and appearance, but when he saw her, he felt a sense of alienation in his heart, and did not have the kind of uncontrollable throbbing that he had when he saw Xiao Baiqiao!

Perhaps, this is the kind of wealth that forces people to be rich...

Xia Shuangshuang has always been good friends with Shen Mizhi, and their temperaments are quite similar!

Wuyicuoyiyifa, one post, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

A few days ago, Shen Mizhi had been sulking, and when asked what was wrong, she kept silent.

Later, Xia Shuangshuang found an opportunity to ask Qiu Hen privately, only to find out that it was because of street painting that he almost caused a death.

Since then, she has been curious about this painter named Duan Rong!

On that day, Shen Mihuan came to her to play. She took the opportunity to talk to Shen Mihuan, and wanted to invite Duan Rong to the house to paint them.

Don't want to, Shen Mihuan turned his face on the spot, turned his head and left! She went to find her the next day, and she ate closed doors!

Shen Mihuan is more like this, the more curious about Xia Shuang!

Therefore, today, while Shen Xun was not there, Xue Qing invited Duan Rong!

Xia Shuangshuang saw Duan Rong. Although her body was strong and humble, her face was dark, and she was not handsome. Except for a pair of eyes flashed with a quiet light and looked at you like talking, there was nothing special about everything else. Essence

Xia Shuangshuang was a little lost at once, and he said: How can such a person make Sister Shen so angry?

Although Xia Shuang was lost in her heart, she had a strict tutoring since she was a child, and she still had a faint smile on her face, saying, "Mr. Duan has recently been famous! Shuang Shuang has long asked Mr. to cross the house to narrate a narrative, but there is something to spread. "

Duan Rong heard his words and smiled, and said, "No street craftsman, I am afraid to disappoint the lady."

Duan Rong is not modesty. Xia Shuangshuang grew up in the family of Dafu. He vision and knowledge will never be bad. If he wants to raise expectations, it is to die by himself.

"Sir, you don't need to be modest." Xia Shuang both said, Xue Qing had brought the paintings and placed it on the stone table in the gazebo.

Xia Shuangshuang made a concession, and said, "Sir, please come into the pavilion to paint."

Duan Rong slowly walked into the gazebo, sitting in front of the stone table, Xue Qing took two girls, stood beside him, washing the pen to develop ink.

Duan Rong was sitting in front of the stone table, looking at Xia Shuangshuang with a smile, and said, "How do you want to enter the painting?"

Xia Shuang and both side pavilion, said: "Dance shots!"