If You Can't Be A Son-In-Law, You Have To Become A Saint

Chapter 93: Cloud and Mist Dragon Head Unfinished

The young man in Jing Shi's arms was obviously in a trance, but when he spoke, his voice was so calm, without any trembling.

It was as if the drunk boy didn't seem to be really drunk.

Seeing Lu Jing's serious eyes, Jing Shi hesitated.

After about two or three breaths.

Jing Shi suddenly smiled, and there was a lot of helplessness in that smile.

"My lord, not to mention this Flower Pavilion, even the girls in other lofts on Liuhua Street all want such a rare peony.

It's just that the oiran has set the rules, and this rare peony can only be obtained with talent. On weekdays, there are only two or three distinguished guests who can convince the oiran with their talents and get the rare peony. I am just a little flower girl , so how can such a distinguished guest give it to me? "

Miss Jingshi said softly, with a smile on her face.

It's just that the smile is somewhat far-fetched.

Peony is still second, but if she can get that rare peony, her life in Shihua Pavilion will be much better in the future.

Seeing Lu Jing listening carefully to the explanation, Jing Shi felt that the young man was curious, so he asked the question.

But to her surprise, when Jing Shi finished speaking, Lu Jing stretched out his arms to support himself, and got up from Jing Shi's arms.

Jing Shi was a little puzzled, and looked at Lu Jing puzzled.

Chen Xuanwu and Yanrou beside him saw Lu Jing get up and looked at him too.

Lu Jing blushed and nodded to Chen Xuanwu, then turned around and smiled at Jing Shi: "You don't have to be envious, I'll pick one for you."

Pick one... for me?

Miss Jingshi sat where she was, blinking at Lu Jing.

Chen Xuanwu probably drank too much, so he didn't know what Lu Jing would say.

Yan Rou gently shook her head towards the mirror.

It's about saying, let him go, even if you talk big when you are drunk, don't disturb the interest of the guests.

Miss Jingshi also sensed what Yan Rou meant, and was still hesitating.

But Lu Jing and he staggered out of the gauze curtain and walked towards the stairs.

Miss Jingshi was about to get up in a hurry, fearing that Lu Jing would fall down the stairs drunk and fall to her. There was already a Yugong beside Lu Jing who came to help her.

She thought for a while, then sat back down again.

Just as Yan Rou thought, when young people drink and get drunk, they should have some youthful spirit.

If he is not allowed to go, I am afraid that this son will lose his temper.

That being the case, let him try it for a while, if he is not selected by the oiran, he will come back after a few trivial words at most.

With this in mind, Miss Jingshi came to the guardrail again and looked down at the high platform below.

It's been a while.

Lu Jing was still swaying, as if he was drunk, and was supported by the fish lord along the stairs to the high platform.

He came to the side of the stone table and pushed away two guests who were watching.

The two guests wanted to say something, the Yugong hurriedly bowed and said a few words, and the two guests moved away.

So, Lu Jing stepped forward and grabbed an excellent brush.

He looked around, shook his head and said, "This paper is too small."

Yu Gong, who was waiting on the sidelines, immediately greeted the girl and spread a huge paper for Lu Jing.

This move also attracted the attention of many Shihua Pavilion guests beside the stone table.

With such a big piece of paper, does this boy want to paint?

Many people guess.

Even the veiled woman on the high platform looked at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing hiccupped, his eyes still hazy.

Then, everyone saw him writing.

A penny fell.

A few pens and inks are dotted on the empty paper, as if the clouds and mists in the distance stay in the sky.

Everyone looked at it carefully, but they only felt that this sum was quite satisfactory.

But they didn't have time to think about it.

Lu Jing dipped in ink, seemingly waving it casually on the paper!

A large cloud of mist leaped above it.

From this moment on, that piece of paper seemed to be full of mysterious power, and all the guests who took a fancy to this piece of paper were attracted.

For a moment, they seemed to really see a cloud and mist brewing a storm, floating in the sky!

Looking at the painting again, it seems ordinary and lacks outstanding skills, but it has a unique attraction, which makes them feel that this painting... is extremely extraordinary!

"This boy's painting..."

In the distance, the woman with a light veil on her face stood on a high place, she could naturally see Lu Jing's paintings, and her expression couldn't help but be strange!

And the painting of Lu Jing is just the beginning.

Once clouds and mists are formed, wind and rain are needed!

With a few taps, there are a few clouds that are about to be dispelled in the distance, and it is also faintly visible that the rain is forming lines and falling down!

I heard more and more exclamations, and they all gathered around, fearing to watch Lu Jing paint today.

When the wind and rain fall, many people seem to see the world in the painting, the clouds and mists suddenly rise, and the wind and rain fall.

"It's so strange, this young man's painting skills seem to be blunt, and it can't be called exquisite brushwork. As for the graceful silver hook, the source is like a startling luan, it can't be called.

But he draws it at will, and it falls on the paper, it's so wonderful! "

"Just such a picture of wind and rain is worth a rare peony!"

"Huh? This young man didn't draw a picture of wind and rain. Look, there are still images in the clouds!"

With the exclamation of everyone.

Lu Jing added dozens of strokes in the nearby clouds and mists.

Unexpectedly, one could vaguely see a dragon's head poking out from the clouds and mist, its teeth were exposed, its whiskers fluttered, and its horns seemed to stir up wind and rain.

"He's drawing a dragon!"

"The atmosphere was suddenly born. I vaguely saw a real dragon swallowing clouds and breathing out fog, galloping among the clouds and waves, and walking between the crimson air."

"It's just...why does this dragon have no eyes?"

So Lu Jing drew the dragon's head behind the clouds and the dragon's tail under the clouds.

When he made the last stroke, the dragon's tail moved with thunder!

All of a sudden, the dragon hidden behind the clouds on the page seemed to take off and occupy the space between the sky and the earth.

Many guests staring at the painting were stunned, as if seeing bursts of visions ups and downs in the painting, making them intoxicated.

At this moment, Lu Jing slowly put down the pen in her hand.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were still on his painting, and it took a long time before they set their eyes on the drunk young man in front of them...

The shape and spirit are perfect, the charm is flying... but the skills of brush and ink are not emphasized. How can this be done?

"This young man, has he never put the eyes on that dragon's head?"

Some people were extremely dissatisfied: "In this way, how can it be called a complete painting?"

"Which boy is this? Can he draw such a painting?"

Even the girl with light gauze was stunned for a long time before she glanced at the maid behind her.

The maid hurriedly stepped forward behind her, carefully picked up the picture of Yunwulong's head from the desk, and hurried away!

Standing in the private room on the second floor, leaning on the guardrail and looking at the scene in front of him, Yanrou looked stiff, not knowing how to react.

Especially Jingshi, she looked down at the jade-like boy, remembering the way he was painting casually, and the way he asked drunkenly if he wanted a peony...

At this moment, she finally realized that this young man didn't seem to be joking with her...

He could really pick a peony!

ps: Sudden overtime, I had to save and edit two chapters and send them out. These two chapters have a total of more than 6,000 words.

I'm off work now, and I'll finish writing the third chapter when I get back. It should be released around 11 o'clock. Let's read it tomorrow.

(end of this chapter)