Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

"Bastard!"

As soon as he entered the door and saw Han Liang dressed up and about to go out, Han Qi's anger that had been suppressed for the whole morning suddenly exploded.

He took off the shoe that was stained with dog shit and threw it at Han Liang's face.

What Han Liang cherished most was his face and the clothes on his body. He dodged the flying shoes by turning sideways. The shoes fell to the ground, and the dried dog shit on the soles was scattered all over the ground.

"Ugh, Dad, your shoes stink!"

Han Liang pinched his nose and looked at Han Qi with disdain, as if to say, "You didn't wash your feet yesterday."

Han Qi glared back with a sullen face, "No matter how smelly my shoes are, they can never be as smelly as your reputation! It's fine that you spend all day hanging around with girls, but now you're already thinking about men, why don't you just go to heaven!"

"When did I miss a man?" Han Liang paused as soon as he said this, feeling guilty. He asked tentatively, "Did you hear something?"

"Why would you need to hear about it? The portraits are all posted outside. Who would know about the birthmark on your half-exposed butt unless they saw it with their own eyes?"

Han Liang's forehead suddenly became filled with blood, and he felt like he was about to pass out from suffocation.

He clearly covered his face when he came out, so how could anyone recognize him? Besides, he was wearing clothes when he came out.

Ignoring Han Qi's angry roar, Han Liang ran out. He was not going to meet the girl, but to see the portrait with his own eyes.

The portrait that brought him disgrace.

If the rumors are superficial, then this portrait goes straight to the soul.

"Selling paintings, selling paintings, two cents a piece, you can't lose money, you can't be cheated..."

A child in simple clothes was walking on the street holding a painting in his hand, giving one to everyone he met, and enthusiastically introducing it as follows: "This is Mr. Han's beautiful buttocks picture, guaranteed to be genuine."

The person who received the painting smiled and gave two cents, then laughed as he looked at the painting. "Oh, this is a really good painting. The butt is plump and round, and the birthmark on it is the finishing touch. I wonder if Mr. Han really has that on his butt."

Then someone passing by said, "It's true. I heard that many people saw it at Guanshui Pavilion last night. That guy has a big butt."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Laughter echoed in the street. Han Liang could no longer hold back and rushed to the child and snatched the painting he was about to sell.

The child was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Sir, can you take a picture too? It's a picture of Mr. Han's beautiful buttocks, guaranteed to be genuine."

Han Liang looked at the painting with trembling hands. There was no face drawn, but a few simple strokes outlined a figure. It was a man half-lying on the ground, with the corner of his clothes slightly lifted to reveal half of his buttocks, and a birthmark that looked like a flower but was not a flower in the middle.

Han Liang suddenly felt dizzy. No one knew better than him that this birthmark was exactly the same as the one on his left buttock.

This……

Who did it!

It’s just like what his father said, no one can draw it without seeing it with their own eyes!

The person who had seen Han Liang's butt with his own eyes was currently at Songyaji, concentrating on painting.

A table, a pile of papers, a pen dipped in ink, and a person sitting upright.

The strokes are smooth and fluent, and a painting is completed in the blink of an eye.

Qi Cun peeled off the finished paper, revealing the blank paper underneath, and asked, "Sir, you have already drawn more than a hundred pictures, do you want to take a break?"

Xie Chengyin looked focused and his hands moved quickly as he finished another painting. It didn't need to be too detailed; he just wanted it to be vivid.

"Okay, let's stop here for now. I'm tired. I'll go out and see the effect and relax."

Xie Chengyin stretched and walked out of Room No. FengziA of Songyaji.

Qicun quickly handed the painting in his hand to the shopkeeper of Songyaji and followed him out.

It was a fine day with the sun shining brightly in the sky, and everyone passing by was smiling happily.

The only thing he was laughing at was the picture of a beautiful butt that was as good as the real thing.

Qicun didn't understand why the young master wanted to paint this picture of beautiful buttocks. If it was to make money, it only cost two cents per piece. The sword-back double dragon round ink used for painting was many times more expensive than this.

"Sir, what are you planning?"

Xie Chengyin raised his eyebrows: "Just for fun."

Well, Qicun admitted that it was something his young master would do. Just for fun, he exposed someone's butt to everyone on the street.

In fact, there is a deeper reason that Xie Chengyin did not say. In the future, the Han family will become the lackeys of Prime Minister Xiao Chengzhang, and Han Liang has ruined countless girls openly and secretly.

Now that he has revealed his true nature in advance, making all the girls in Dongdu stay away from him, it can be considered a good thing.

Although there were only a hundred or so copies of Xie Chengyin's painting, people who bought it found it interesting and began to circulate it around. Some shops that specialized in selling paintings even started to reprint it. In a short time, this picture of beautiful buttocks was spread all over the streets and alleys of Dongdu.

Even the servants at the gate of Yan Mansion had a copy in their hands, so it was obviously not Xie Chengyin's authentic work.

Chunzhi got up early and went to the big kitchen of the Yan Mansion to pick up Yan Ci's meal. When passing by the second gate of the Yan Mansion, she saw two servants huddled together, talking and laughing at something.

Driven by curiosity, Chunzhi thought about quietly going over to take a look. She walked over quietly and stretched her head to take a look. Oh my god, what was the painting? She couldn't see anything. It was just a big butt.

Chunzhi curled her lips and said loudly, "You are so shameless, looking at such pictures in broad daylight."

The two servants didn't notice someone behind them and were startled by the sudden sound. They turned around and saw that it was Chunzhi. She patted her heaving chest and said with a giggle, "What do you know? This painting is now a famous painting. This is not an ordinary butt."

Chunzhi rolled her eyes, "They are all butts, who is more noble than the other."

"Sister Chunzhi, what you said is wrong. They are all buttocks, but some are noble and some are humble. Look at us servants. If we make a mistake, we have to get spanked. Have you ever seen a master's buttocks get spanked?"

Chunzhi thought that what he heard made sense, and glanced at the painting, "So the butt in your painting is because you have never been spanked?"

The servant hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, no, this butt belongs to its owner. This is the butt of Mr. Han, the Minister of the Honglu Temple."

"Mr. Han!?"

Chunzhi didn't even go to the kitchen to get food. She grabbed the painting and ran to the yard. As soon as she entered the yard, she started shouting, "Girl, girl, big gossip, big gossip, Mr. Han has become famous!"

Yan Ci had finished washing up and was leaning on the couch, taking a sip of tea from the cup. He listened to Chunzhi's call coming from the gate of the courtyard. He had already guessed what had happened and thought it must be what happened in Guanshui Pavilion last night.

Then Chunzhi came over, showed the painting in her hand to Yan Ci, and said, "Girl, look, this is Mr. Han's butt."