Fresh clothes and horses

Life is still going on, Dingguo Hou Zhuge's family has a great career, but they are very stingy with a deposed son, and in the end the money is only a few pieces of silver in Zhuge Xi's hands.

The minions have looted again, no matter how much he saves on food and clothing, it will be in vain.

The money obtained by pawning a few clothes was added by Zhuge Xi.

The green hills are still there, but firewood still needs to be burned.During the day, Gu Shan took his paintings to sell, and at night Zhuge Xi painted according to the market. He could no longer maintain the dignity of an elegant scholar, and his brush strokes followed the money, and he even copied some vulgar paintings that the common people loved.But Gu Yan coaxed him that no one would like him, so he gave up.

Zhuge Xi fell from the branch, and he was still the original Phoenix.In fact, his paintings are so ambitious that no one cares about them, and Gu Yan bought them all out of his own pocket.They are carefully collected one by one.Fortunately, Zhuge Xi was not expensive, otherwise he would go bankrupt even with him.

"Has today's "Drinking Snow Picture" been sold?" Zhuge Xi asked Gu Yan as soon as he entered the door, sitting in the yard.

"It's sold."

"How much did you sell?"

"Of course it is as you said, ten taels of silver."

Zhuge Xi was silent for a moment when he heard the words, it would be a ghost if the painting could be sold for ten taels of silver.

He smiled and said: "You don't have to give me such alms, if I die of starvation, I don't need to fight." There are ridicule in the eyes.

Gu Shan's heart of the magistrate has been revealed, and he waited in fear and fear.

Just like seeing him for the first time, he didn't wait for anything. He only caught a glimpse of a white shadow out of the corner of his eye. It was Zhuge Xi who stood up and wanted to go back into the house.

"Son..."

Gu Yan hurriedly ran over to help him.

Before touching the cloth, Ge Xi was asked to brush her away: "I can go by myself."

But he lost his balance and fell to the ground, still not letting Gu Ze touch him.

Gu Yan hated him so much that he wanted to show his temper at this moment, and he didn't want to witness his embarrassment, so he just carried the clay bodhisattva onto the bed.

Gradually, Zhuge Xi lost his strength and simply refused to face Gu Shan.Lying alone on the bed above the wall, half asleep and half awake is the whole day.

Gu Yan said whatever he wanted, the porridge was removed and replaced back and forth, but the chopsticks remained as motionless as their masters.

The martial artist surnamed Gu suddenly became temperamental.

"My lord, if you keep silent, don't blame me for being intolerant." If he hadn't seen Zhuge Xi's body rising and falling due to his breathing, Gu Yan really suspected that he was dead.

No answer.

"Then forgive me for being rude." Gu Yan was determined to treat him, and crawled into the bed, half-forcing him to hold him upright and feed him the porridge.

Zhuge Xi lasted for a quarter of an hour from clenching his teeth to disarming and surrendering.

"Tell me, you are such a big man, why are you so angry." Zhuge Xi was thin and uncomfortable.

After the rice was eaten, Zhuge Xi felt bored and closed his eyelids.

He thought it was Gu Shan's stove that was comfortable, but he didn't realize that it was him who was getting hot.

After that trouble, after all, he caught the wind and cold.

When Gu Yan found out that Zhuge Xi had a fever, he was already in a coma.