Chapter 176 Daiyu’s gift from Yizijuan

 After raising his head and thinking for a while, Feng Ziying picked up the carefully cut charcoal and started writing.

 This may be the only way in my previous life that I could survive by performing without other survival skills.

As a hobby since childhood, sketching was Feng Ziying's specialty in her previous life when she almost went to the Academy of Fine Arts. Of course, with the unhesitating intervention of her parents at that time, Feng Ziying, who could have become a great master, turned into a government official, Feng Ziying. Well, okay The basics of sketching are still there, and charcoal drawing is what he used to be best at.

Sitting in the study room, pondering for a long time, and after trying two more pictures, Feng Ziying began to write.

The impression of Girl Lin was deep in his mind, so he could slowly draw it based on the impression in his mind.

This kind of sketch is probably still a new thing in today's society, but since it is to be used as a compensation gift for the girl, the more novel and rare it is, the more meaningful it is.

 It didn't take long, less than an hour, and this small sketch, one foot square, was completed.

Feng Ziying put the painting away, observed it from several angles from the front and side, and made some simple modifications. He was very satisfied that it fit the image of Lin Yatou in his mind.

This is based on the impression I drew when I met Lin Yatou for the first time in Linqing. The girl's pitiful and somewhat sensitive and timid look was well reflected in this painting. Feng Ziying didn't know how she could He was able to draw it in one go. It seems that the impression of that day was very deep in his mind.

Yunshang has been waiting on Feng Ziying's painting side.

Yun Shang was also unaware of the young master's sudden desire to use charcoal for painting. He only recruited a few pieces of charcoal, carefully selected two pieces from them, and then processed them with Feng Ziying's own hands before reluctantly turning them into charcoal.

 But when she saw a relatively familiar image slowly taking shape under the young master's understatement, Yun Shang was almost stunned.

Of course Yun Shang knows what is needed for painting, but the young master is like a magic trick. Just smearing a piece of charcoal on it, he can actually draw a portrait, and it really looks like it, especially with Miss Lin. It gave her a similar impression.

Seeing Yun Shang looking at the painting intently, almost unable to take his eyes away, Feng Ziying felt quite proud.

Since I haven’t lost my ability, I guess if I were not born into the Feng family, I would be able to earn a living by performing on the streets of the capital.

Dazhou still respects such artistic talents, and he might be able to recruit himself into the court as a court painter, or help with painting **** paintings, which would also be very profitable.

"Yunshang, how are you? Isn't the young master good at it?" Feng Ziying looked at him proudly for a long time, then finally put it down, touched his chin, and asked with a smile: "If the young master really fails to study in the future, can he rely on this ability to lead the way?" I'm just making a living for you, do you want to do it?"

“Young master, what nonsense are you talking about?” Yun Shang was displeased, “You must be able to read. Both the master and the wife say that you are a good scholar, and you will definitely be able to win the imperial examination,...”

As if she felt that these words were too absolute and put pressure on Feng Ziying, Yun Shang hurriedly said: "Even if we fail in this subject, can't we still study for three more years and take the exam? The young master will only be eighteen or nineteen years old by then." Woolen cloth."

This girl is so understanding and sensible, and she is even afraid that she will be under pressure, so she specially adds comfort. Feng Ziying is also a little moved in her heart.

Having such a considerate maid by my side is a privilege that I could never imagine or enjoy in my previous life. Now I really need to take advantage of this considerate and tenderness.

Seeing Yun Shang looking at the painting with envy on his face, Feng Ziying's heart moved slightly, "Yun Shang, do you like this painting?"

"Well, the young master's painting is so good. Miss Lin seems to have stepped out of the painting. It's so similar." Yun Shang pursed her lips, with a hint of fascination in her eyes, "It's so similar."

“I asked you if you like it.” Feng Ziying frowned. This girl didn’t seem to understand what she meant.

"Of course I like it. When Miss Lin sees this painting, I'm afraid she will like it so much." Yun Shang nodded repeatedly, not understanding what Feng Ziying meant.

"Well, that's okay, then the young master will keep up his efforts and draw a picture for Yun Shang." Feng Ziying took a breath, and it would take another half a night, but he couldn't bear to let Yun Shang down. He liked to see Yun Shang's pretty face. Chun has such a beautiful smile, so it’s worth being a little tired. It’s time to review your skills.

"Ah? How can that work?" Yun Shang was startled, waving her hands and shaking her head, "That won't work!"

 “Why not?” Feng Ziying was confused and had not yet understood.

"How can a slave be worthy of this?" Yun Shang shook her head like a rattle, "Young Master must be good at painting Miss Lin, but it is not suitable for you to paint a maidservant."

This deep-rooted sense of inferiority cannot be changed by a word or a person. Just think about these words: everyone is created equal.

Feng Ziying has never tried to change anything, because this world and even the surrounding environment are like this. If you try to change, when the trend of that social era has not yet arrived, it is just to smash yourself into pieces. Feng Ziying will not go there. Doing that kind of useless work.

However, this does not affect painting a picture for Yun Shang. This is a personal act. If you are willing, no problem.

"Okay, Yun Shang, this is what the young master wants to draw, so you can just sit there. Well, you don't have to sit down. Your appearance will be imprinted in the young master's heart." Feng Ziying said decisively.

 It’s not in the mind. In this era, no one thinks it’s the head thinking about problems, they all think it’s the heart.

Seeing that the young master's tone was firm and unquestionable, Yun Shang liked it in her heart but did not dare to show it. She could only twist her fingers and stand there, not knowing what to say.

 “You sit there.” Feng Ziying ignored the other party, changed a piece of paper, began to meditate, and prepared to write, “When the young master finishes painting, if you feel that the young master has worked hard, then give the young master a good squeeze on his shoulders.”

"Okay." An indescribable blush appeared on Yun Shang's face, and she sat sideways with her legs crossed.

The young master said earlier that his appearance was imprinted in his heart, which made Yun Shang's whole body tremble. What if his wife heard these words? But the young master looked indifferent.

She also knows that it is very useful for the young master to speak in the house now, even if the master and the wife have to give in, but she also knows that the wife is the most reluctant to see any girl get too close to the young master, especially herself.

If there is anything, it is a violation of heaven's rules, and I am afraid that even the king of heaven and I will not be able to protect myself.

 But the young master insisted on keeping him by his side, which made his wife very angry. Fortunately, during this period, his wife looked a little better on him. She didn't want to make her unhappy again because of these things.

Seeing Yun Shang's worried look on her face, Feng Ziying also sighed and shook her head: "Yun Shang, don't think of my mother as a big insect, for fear of becoming like that. Well, she is doing it for my good and for yours." , I know this in my heart, and I have told her about it, so nothing will happen in the future, and don’t look like you are frightened and receptive all day long, I don’t like to see it.”

Hearing what Feng Ziying said, Yun Shang was even more shocked, "Master, please don't say that, my wife heard it..."

“Okay, okay, I definitely won’t say it in front of other people.” Feng Ziying also knew that this kind of metaphor would be fine in modern times. In this time and space, it would really be treasonous.

“It’s not okay to say it in front of Yun Shang.” Yun Shang’s attitude was very firm on this point. “My wife is doing it for the best of the young master, but she just doesn’t trust my servant. Yun Shang also knows that, so Yun Shang doesn’t blame my wife,...”

It would be endless if I go on talking about it, but Feng Ziying only needs to know what Yun Shang is thinking. "It's good that you know Yun Shang. It's okay. My mother is also unfounded. I won't say anything anymore. Sit down, the young master is going to write."

Although Yun Shang and Lin Yatou both have a slender figure, Yun Shang undoubtedly looks more energetic, with a mixture of stubbornness and cuteness between her eyebrows, and a bit less delicate. After half an hour, a charcoal drawing was created again.

Looking at Yun Shang holding the painting of hers and loving it, Feng Ziying couldn't help but laugh: "I haven't said I would give it to you yet. Yun Shang, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

 “What?” Yun Shang was confused.

“Squeeze the young master’s shoulders. I’ve asked you to work hard for so long. Isn’t it all in vain?” Feng Ziying assumed a comfortable reclining position and said, “Hurry!”

"That is your servant's responsibility. Even if the young master doesn't paint for Yun Shang, Yun Shang will still do it well." Yun Shang came over with a pursed lips, put the painting aside carefully, and began to rub Feng Ziying's shoulders.

I made an appointment with Jia Lian to visit Baiyun Temple.

Now is the best time to visit Baiyun Temple, as it is full of incense and crowded with tourists.

After hearing the news from Zijuan from Yun Shang, Lin Yatou and Wang Xifeng agreed to go to Baiyun Temple to burn incense. It is estimated that Wang Xifeng will also take this opportunity to go to Baiyun Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. It is not clear whether there are others. .

Here Feng Ziying made an appointment with Han Qi, Wei Ruolan and Chen Yejun.

 After going to Qingtan Academy for three months, I haven't seen the three of them again. This relationship still needs to be maintained.

What's more, except for Chen Yejun, who is not too familiar with them, Han Qi and Wei Ruolan have always had a good relationship with Feng Ziying. Even Chen Yejun is a little distant just because he is much older than Feng Ziying, but in In the Imperial College, several people were relatively close to each other.

Although Jia Lian is a pretty good person and can do some things, he lacks some means to maintain personal connections and does not do a good job.

 This may have a lot to do with the fact that his father Jia She was stingy and mean.

Although Jia Zheng is pedantic, he has a decent personality. At most, he is not good at socializing and socializing. But Jia She is really contemptible. Not only is he mean and ungrateful, he is also greedy, stingy, and only interested in profit. It's hard to make friends no matter where you are, so when Jia Lian has such a father, it will naturally be difficult to maintain the original connections of the Jia family.

This also made Jia Lian rely on such a big backer as the Jia family in vain, but he could never find a suitable way to make a living.

 (End of this chapter)