Fast Time Travel: The Villain's First Love

Chapter 40 The boy imprisoned in the painting (5)

Mu, Zhang Yang was stunned. There are quite a few people with the surname Mu in Beijing, but there are only one or two who are powerful or rich.

Especially the Mu Mansion, which is a monstrous dignitary, he said more respectfully: "My husband can't speak, I think Miss Mu has heard about it, if you want to ask anything later, the lady just ask me, if there is any negligence Please forgive me, miss."

Mu Zhili finally spoke, "Okay, thank you in advance."

Zhang Yang was flattered and waved his hands frequently: "Miss, you are welcome."

Mu Zhili stepped forward, and what came into view was a screen. The four screens in the red sandalwood frame painted four beauties, Liu Jiaohuamei. She couldn't help but nodded in admiration. This Cheng is worthy of being a court painter Well, the portraits of Xiunu who have been drawing for more than ten years are naturally not ordinary people. Look at the people in this painting, every frown and smile are just right.

Seeing how attracted she was to the screen, Zhang Yang couldn't help but said, "It was custom-made by the master of Chengdongfang's family. If Miss Mu likes it, she can make one and put it in the boudoir."

Nian Chun frowned dissatisfied when he heard this, this painting is outrageous and unrefined, he didn't dirty her lady's ears by saying this.

Mu Zhili didn't say a word, Chang Le naturally didn't dare to presume, she glared at Nianchun, who was about to have a fit, and asked her to pay attention.

Nianchun pouted and turned her head away and remained silent.

"I have something important to do today, please pass on a message, sir." Mu Zhili said directly without saying anything else.

"Miss, please sit down first." There was a flash of remorse in his eyes, and he told them to wait here, and quickly walked around the screen to the inner room.

He patted the old man who was lying on the table.

Old Cheng was about 60 years old, and his hair was already grey. He listened to what his only disciple said, and stood up with the desk, Zhang Yang stepped forward to help him walk from the inner room.

Mr. Cheng looked at the girl sitting on the armchair, and nodded slightly. He sat above and drew with his palm on the table, signaling her to put the painting on the table.

Mu Zhili took the scroll from Chang Le and said, "You all go out."

Chang Le and Nianchun said in unison: "Miss?!"

How could they let Miss stay here alone.

Letting them stay here and see the person in the painting is not digging a hole for themselves, Mu Zhili firmly said, "Go out, and this young man, it is inconvenient for outsiders to read this, please wait outside. "

Zhang Yang glanced at Cheng Lao, who nodded.

When there were only the two of them left in the room, Mu Zhili unwrapped the scroll and put it on the case, she said: "I heard that Mr. Cheng is very skilled in figure drawing, so my little girl came here to ask for advice on this one. I always feel that there is something missing in the painting, I don't know what Mr. Cheng's opinion is?"

As Mu Zhili said, she spread out her scroll on the table inch by inch.

Cheng Lao looked at Danqing with his cloudy eyes, and the night was hanging low on the scroll. A boy in white was standing at the end of the alley, holding a red lantern and standing against the wind. His eyes were empty and dull, as if he was trying to live through the scroll.

Cheng Lao suddenly widened his eyes, his face was frightened, and his lips trembled as he stared at the painting, as if he had seen something terrible.

He raised his head abruptly, whimpering and saying something, pointing at her with trembling old fingers.

Then he knocked the inkstone on the table to the ground.

Hearing the sound in the room, Zhang Yang came in from the outside in an instant, "Master?"

Mu Zhili turned his head to signal the two maidservants who had followed in to step back, and took a step off to let Zhang Yang step forward to please Mr. Cheng.

Chang Le Nianchun looked at each other without moving.

Glancing at the two of them, Mu Zhili sternly said: "Kneeling at the door, don't come in without my order!"

The two servant girls immediately didn't dare to say any more and backed down.

Old Mr. Cheng coughed vigorously with his neck stuck, he brushed the painting aside and panted heavily.

What kind of painting can make his master so angry? Zhang Yang glanced over and felt that the blood all over his body froze instantly, "Shen..."

Seeing the boy's face clearly in the painting, he also looked horrified, the blood on his face faded in an instant, and his eyes turned black for a while, he hurriedly put away the painting and returned it to Mu Zhili, "Miss, my husband is not feeling well, please Come back another day."

Seeing the reaction of the two, Mu Zhili knew that it was not in vain this time. She put away the scroll without making a sound, then took out another folded rice paper and spread it on the table, "Miss Ben will not be here in another day." It's time, it seems Mr. Cheng doesn't like that painting, why don't you take a look at this painting again?"

With her movements, the scenery in the painting gradually revealed. The person in the painting is still a man, who is dressed in white and sits in a long pavilion. This man's appearance is completely incomparable, the man's appearance surpasses the beauty of gender, as Renbi Huajiao said, he closed his eyes and played the piano peacefully.

However, upon closer inspection of the painting, there are red spots under the man's feet, as if red ink was accidentally spilled. However, the red ink represents blood, and the man's hands playing the piano are also the same There was nothing wrong with it, but upon closer inspection, the ten fingers were stiff, not the way a normal person should be when playing the piano.

If old Mr. Cheng just panicked when he saw the painting just now, then he couldn't restrain the trembling all over his body when he saw this painting. This painting...

this painting!
He gritted his teeth, this painting should be at the eldest princess's, even if it is not at the eldest princess's, it must have been taken away by the national teacher.

Why is it here with this girl now!
He gestured anxiously and shouted wow wah wow.

Mu Zhili looked at their frightened faces with cold eyes. This painting is indeed not the original painting, but a copy of her painting described by the commander-in-chief's words. The original painting of this painting is him, how could he not see it.

There is only one possibility. When they saw this painting, they subconsciously rejected it. After seeing it for a while, they dared not look at it again. What was the situation of painting at that time that made them so afraid?

Mu Zhili has seen this painting no less than ten times, and at first he only thought it was drawn in a gesture he was forced to pose unwillingly.

Now it seems that they can be scared like this, unless Shen Yunjing was not reluctant when he was painting this painting, but when he was painting this painting...

already dead!

That's why the eyes are closed, the fingers are stiff, and there is a weirdness everywhere.

"I said Commander-in-Chief, you really can't check the specific situation at that time?"

I still have to push forward, [the level is not enough, I can see this key picture in an instant, so you can have fun secretly. 】

Zhang Yang's hands supporting him were trembling. He was beside him when he painted this painting, so he naturally knew what was going on.

His thoughts were pulled back to that day by the painting.

That day, he followed Mr. Cheng into the Princess's mansion and into the backyard. He didn't care about admiring the paintings on the pavilions, terraces, pavilions and verandas. His sight was only taken away by the figure lying at the feet of the Princess. What's wrong, it seems that he has just been tortured, his hair is messy and stuck to his face, and the man's emaciated figure full of scars is wrapped under his ragged clothes.

(End of this chapter)