Young man, your abs have dropped

From the early morning of a certain day, everyone in Cheng Wang's mansion noticed that Xie Lanzhi had changed.

Of course, this is the second time he has changed. The first time he came back from the brothel one day and changed his temper. The second time is this time. Everyone in the palace had no choice but to wait carefully.

King Cheng disliked this son on the lips, but he remembered it badly in his heart, and often called A Fu, Xie Lanzhi's personal servant, to his side to ask questions quietly.

King Cheng: "How many times did he speak today?"

Ah Fu counted on his fingers: "Three times, once to ask the little one to wait outside, once to call someone to come in to move the easel, and once to say that the painting is finished, and tell the next person to come over quickly."

King Cheng: "How many bites did he eat today?"

Ah Fu started to snap his fingers again: "Seven mouthfuls, two mouthfuls in the morning, three mouthfuls at noon, and two mouthfuls in the evening."

King Cheng: "How many times has he cried today?"

Ah Fu thought for a while: "Twice, once in the morning and once in the afternoon, I don't know if there is anyone who cried secretly at night."

Cheng Wang was so worried that he added a few more gray hairs: "He hasn't left the studio for a few days?"

Ah Fu also had a sad expression on his face: "I went in that day and never came out again."

King Cheng paused for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Has he mentioned Mr. Yun?"

Alfred shook his head.

King Cheng sighed and waved his hands: "You go down first and wait carefully."

The next day, the confidants sent by King Cheng hurried to Liuyun Medical Valley.

Soon, the whole capital found Mr. Xie strange, because he hadn't left the gate of the palace for two full months, which was really unreasonable, and there were even some rude servants who said outside that he was painting in the studio all day, Didn't even go out the second door.

The people outside were all shocked. Mr. Xie, who used to wish to go for a walk on the street every day, turned out to be a house boy who never left his home. Does painting need to work so hard?

After discovering that the third son of Yun might not have shown up for a long time, the people in the capital were keenly aware of the doubts, and discussions began to rage.

Just when all kinds of speculations were flying in the sky, King Cheng's confidant came back. King Cheng didn't even bother to take a walk, so he hurried back to the palace, called his confidant into the study, and couldn't wait to ask: "Have you found out? Yun San is working on it." What?"

The confidant said: "Report to the lord, Mr. Yun is busy building buildings and repairing yards."

Cheng Wang looked puzzled: "What are you doing building buildings and yards?"

The confidant said: "I heard that he is going to get married, and he bought a big courtyard with five entrances outside Liuyun Medical Valley. The pavilions and pavilions inside are very carefully arranged, and he is very busy."

King Cheng was shocked: "Cheng... married? With whom?"

The confidant shook his head: "I didn't find out about it, but I heard from people nearby that Mr. Yun San thinks very much about his little lady, and he refuses to reveal a word."

King Cheng sat on the chair thinking about it and slapped his thigh.

Ruined!Could it be that my son has fallen in love with Yun San?No wonder he doesn't think about food and drink, and his spirit is listless. His sweetheart is going to marry a wife, he is so sad!

King Cheng was stunned for a while, and quickly told his confidants: "You must keep your mouth shut, and don't mention this matter in front of Lan Zhi, so as not to make him sad."

The confidant was also shocked: "Could it be...Could it be that the young master..."

King Cheng nodded in pain, and sighed a long time: "It's all my fault. I indulged him in the past and lost his reputation. It's not easy to be a friend with a self-restraining and polite person like Mr. Yun. How can it be possible?" How about falling in love with him? It’s hard to turn back my son’s prodigal son, but it’s Luo Hua who wants to be ruthless…”

The confidant hurriedly said: "How can it be said that it is the prince's fault? Before the late emperor was on guard against the prince every day, the prince made such a bad move to save the young master's life!"

King Cheng waved his hand, and sighed again, "Oh..."

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. For some reason, the news spread like wildfire. This matter quickly became the talk of the people after dinner. Now everyone in the capital knows that Xie Lanzhi, the young son of Prince Cheng's mansion, loves the third son of Yun, Tan Yan, it's a pity that Lang has no intention of loving Lang, Mr. Xie sits alone at home and feels sad. Over there, Mr. Yun is happy and ready to get married.

Miserable!It's sad that a romantic talent can't escape the word "love" after all!

The storyteller kept up with the situation, and quickly made up one story after another that was touching and tear-jerking. The boy, Ah Fu, listened to it outside, and when he returned to the palace, he saw that Xie Lanzhi had lost a lot of weight, " Wow" cried out.

Xie Lanzhi turned to look at him, and said the first sentence of the day: "Why are you crying?"

Ah Fu hurriedly wiped away his tears, sobbed and said, "It's nothing, I heard a story outside."

"Oh..." Xie Lanzhi turned back to painting again.

Seeing that he finished another painting soon, Ah Fu looked through the roster and leaned over to tease him: "Young master, the next one is a farmer. It is said that his family is very poor. I don't know what to exchange this time."

Xie Lanzhi had a lot of applicants for this painting. He wanted to paint the portraits of ancient beings. Naturally, it was impossible to only paint the rich, but the poor couldn't afford the money, and the free painting lowered the style, so he found another way to let the poor Just change it with anything, and at least gain a reputation for being elegant.

I have met several people like this before, some exchanged with a hen, some exchanged with a piece of tile that is said to have a history, and some even exchanged for an erotic picture picked up on the roadside, Xie Lanzhi received the photo correctly.

This time Ah Fu was thinking, it would be better to let the farmer tease the young master to talk, for example tell a story or something, and make the young master ask questions.

Xie Lanzhi didn't respond to his words, and silently put away the pen.

Ah Fu knew that he still refused to speak, so he had to say: "Young one, go and call him over."

As he spoke, he turned around and stepped out the door. The more he thought about it, the more distressed he was. He covered his mouth and started crying, and after crying, he hid in the corner and kicked the bricks, scolding Tan Yan as "heartless" and "ruthless". A pass.

The next day, the farmer walked into Prince Cheng's mansion tremblingly, not daring to look sideways, thinking tremblingly in his heart: I don't know what stories Mr. Xie likes to hear. I heard that he is worrying about getting married. Tell him about the marriage of the mother-in-law?A poor man like me can marry a wife, how can a noble man like him not marry?He heard my story, maybe his troubles will be gone!

The more the farmer thought about it, the more confident he became. When he stepped into the studio, he was already a little eager to try. Ah Fu asked him to hold a basket of grain in his hand, and he immediately took it and hugged it cheerfully.

Xie Lanzhi picked up the brush to paint, and Ah Fu winked at the farmer beside him: "Little son, old man Li said that he wants to trade a story for a painting."

Xie Lanzhi nodded resolutely.

The farmer cleared his throat and began to talk carefully: "Caomin's family was very poor when he was young. The elder brother's clothes were worn by the second brother, and the second brother's clothes were worn by the third brother. Caomin is the youngest. When it was Caomin's turn, the clothes had already been pasted. It was full of patches, but when I grew up, my family was still poor, so my parents saved money and made a pair of new pants, and we took turns wearing them..."

The farmer talked about poverty for half an hour. Ah Fu was sweating profusely and gave him winks frequently: You should talk about something else!

The farmer cleverly changed the subject: "Later, when the grass people reached the age of getting married, they fell in love with Wang Erhua from the next village. Wang Erhua's births were really strong..."

The pen in Xie Lanzhi's hand stopped, and Tan Yan's strong chest and abdominal muscles flashed before his eyes.

Ah Fu was so excited when he saw the show, he blinked hard at the farmer: continue!

The farmer began to rack his brains to praise his mother-in-law: "...the eyebrows and eyes are also handsome, honest and capable, and the cooking is delicious..."

Xie Lanzhi thought of Tan Yan's handsome features, the meals he cooked for himself in the wooden house, and the clean dishes and chopsticks.

The farmer learned to read words and emotions, and became more excited: "My mother-in-law can't speak nice words and is very shy. After we got married, I said that the family was poor, and she had to wear a pair of pants with me. She was flushed with embarrassment. When we slept in the same bed, She was too ashamed to make a sound..."

Ah Fu looked desperate: Who wants to listen to that crap on your couch?

Xie Lanzhi suddenly interrupted him: "Did she leave later?"

The farmer looked blank: "Go? Where are you going? She is my wife!"

Xie Lanzhi's lips trembled, his eye circles turned red, and he burst into tears with a "wow".

farmer:"!!!"

Ah Fu: "!!!"

Everyone in the palace: "!!!"

Xie Lanzhi cried so much that he couldn't stop crying, the heavens and the earth were shaken, the palace was in chaos, the farmer was so frightened that the basket in his hand fell to the ground, he shrank and was at a loss.

The servant took him out in a hurry, and comforted him kindly: "It's okay, it's okay, our young master is a wit, and witty people are sentimental, you go back first, someday our young master wants to continue painting and I'll call you."

The farmer walked out blankly, and vaguely heard Xie Lanzhi crying: "My parents don't want me anymore, San'er doesn't want me anymore, they all abandoned me...I'm an orphan...wow..."

King Cheng rushed over in a hurry, it was too much to scold him in retrospect, he hugged him and burst into tears: "Father is still here...you are not an orphan..."

The father and son cried in each other's arms, and Prince Cheng's mansion became more and more chaotic.

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