Mrs. Yazhai of the King of the Mountain

As soon as Ling Shen returned to the house, he opened the bamboo tube in his hand. There were two pieces of paper in the bamboo tube, one of which was filled with words, it was a letter from their head to him, and the other was a portrait.

When he left the village that day, he secretly asked him for a portrait of him, saying that it was a long journey, so we could talk about it for comfort.At that time, the head of the house was not happy, with a straight face, but he spontaneously interpreted his slightly flushed face as shyness.

After such a period of time, Ling Shen originally thought that the head of the family would not write to him, let alone the portrait he wanted.Unexpectedly, after more than half a month, not only was he waiting for him, but the portrait also came.

Ling Shen's mood is not to mention how beautiful it is now, the little tiger probably sensed that his master was in a good mood, and his courage became fatter in an instant, so he started chasing the white falcon to play again.

From time to time there was a cub's roar and an eagle's howl from time to time, but obviously this did not affect Ling Shen's good mood.He spread out the painting first, pondered for a while with the dim light beside him, and suddenly found that the outline outlined by the ink-colored strokes did not match the one in his memory, and the person on it was obviously more handsome, so The exposed edge is also sharper, far from being as gentle and restrained as the master.

In fact, Ling Shen already knew who the person above was, but he didn't know what he looked like in this person's mind. For a moment, his heart was full of joy and anger. Painted his portrait, but what annoyed him was that the man didn't paint himself as he had in mind.But this anger only took up a small corner after all, and when Ling Shen finished reading the letter, even a small corner was gone.

He beautifully rolled up the painting and put it on the bookshelf, but after a while he took it out to admire it again, thinking about whether he should find a handy carpenter tomorrow to frame the painting.But I also feel that mounting my own paintings is a bit too narcissistic. Although it is true that the head of the family is a little bit narcissistic, there is no need for this kind of thing to be known to everyone.

The little tiger and the white falcon happened to be tired from playing, one squatted on the edge of the table and looked up at Ling Shen, while the other stopped on the special hanger and stared blankly at him with his head tilted.At this moment, the two little guys felt strange. Humans know that they like to stare at the thin sheet, but why does their master take out the things after putting them away, and this action is repeated. More than once, could it be a new way of playing?

The little tiger was the first to lose his temper, and pulled Ling Shen's pants to climb up. Ling Shen was scratched by his paw, and it hurt a little, so he turned his attention away from the painting.

"Haven't you played enough?" Although Ling Shen was either staring at the painting or the letter just now, he paid attention to the situation in the room.Seeing this little tiger wanting to play again, I thought that this little guy is also quite energetic. He just played around in the yard for a long time, and went back to his room for a while, but he was not tired and wanted to play.

Ling Shen felt that he didn't have the energy to play with it, so he squatted down and stretched out his fingers to push its big head.Who would have thought that this little guy's goal was always the painting in his hand, it's fine if his head is propped up, as long as his paws can still move, so he saw this little tiger trying to stretch out his paws to catch the curled up in Ling Shen's hand. up painting.

Ling Shen was startled, and hurriedly backed away, and put the painting in his hand behind his back, lest this little beast would try to hit his precious one.

The little guy didn't expect Ling Shen to withdraw suddenly, and he rushed forward with his body supported by his two hind legs, and his furry body immediately rolled forward twice like a fur ball.

Ling Shen didn't care about it, stood up and put the scroll on the bookshelf, and let the little guy roll around on the ground a few more times.After Ling Shen stuffed the picture scroll and the letter was folded and put away, the little guy got up from the ground a little bit disappointed.

"Go to sleep." Ling Shen ordered, and the little guy went back to his nest with his head down, but when he walked past the hanger, he deliberately bumped his little head against the wooden hanger.

The hanger was shaken by the little guy, and Bai Falcon, who was so quiet and almost fell asleep, was so scared that he almost fell from the top. He looked down and saw the guilty little tiger, and swooped down on the little guy's head. Up and down...

Boom!Let you bully Falcon!

Ling Shen looked at the little tiger who yelped a few times in pain, and felt that these two were also enemies, and it was inevitable that the two kids would fight in the middle of the night and disturb his sleep, but Ling Shen still carried the little tiger into himself with righteousness and dignity. bedroom.

On the second day, Shen Qi woke up still thinking about the letter that Bai Falcon brought yesterday, when Ling Shen got up, Shen Qi took the opportunity to prepare breakfast for the head of the family and asked casually.

Ling Shen was not in a hurry to answer, the left and right letters were written to him, and most of them were about trivial matters in the cottage, and the other was about the painting, and only one-fifth of the contents were inquiries at the end. How are they doing here?How is the store?

"It's nothing, I just said something trivial." The corners of Ling Shen's mouth were slightly raised when he said this, but he probably didn't notice it at all.On the other hand, Shen Qi felt that this letter was probably the rumored family letter after seeing the expressions of their chiefs... Although this statement is a bit strange.

Naturally, Shen Qi couldn't appreciate the joy in the hearts of their heads. Even Ling Shen couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. At this moment, he was sitting in front of the desk, and the table in front of him was covered with paper. Ink began to trace on the paper.

What are you drawing?I'm afraid that the head of the family himself is a little confused.

He wanted to paint a picture of a heroic figure holding a gun, and he had a good heart, but if he was too good, he seemed too ambitious, and he was doomed to fail.Of course, it wouldn’t be a problem if the person in charge was to do the painting. Although the person in charge is a warrior, he is also good at calligraphy and Danqing. Not to mention his good handwriting, then what he paints naturally looks like what he painted. Just look at the painting he made for Ling Shen, eyebrows Eyes are eyebrows, eyes are eyes, that slender figure, and a suit of dark Chinese clothes set him off extremely handsome and dignified.

Ling Shen looked at the master's painting again, and felt that it was something that people like himself could not envy. In any case, in the past 20 years or so, he had either a pencil or a ballpoint pen, and there were very few fountain pens that needed a tip. use.Right now, it's okay for him to write a few words with this kind of soft brush, but to draw?That's whimsical, and this person doesn't have much artistic talent in the first place.

In the end, Ling Shen looked at these few paintings of his that were far from "people" from any angle, sighed inwardly, and let Shen Qi take them away.

Shen Qi didn't know what their head was messing about in the room earlier, but when he saw those black clumps of paper, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.Fortunately, this person is used to being very quick-witted, and he knew that it would be wrong to say too much at such a time, and it would be good not to say anything, so he closed his mouth tightly, rolled up a few pieces of paper and left the room.

As for the fact that these few pieces of paper were bought by the Ninth Prince who came in, Shen Qi didn't tell the big boss, because he was afraid of offending their big boss.Having said that, he doesn't feel bad at all, he is stupid if he has money, isn't it just a few pieces of waste paper without a signature, after a few days, even the head of the family can't recognize those pieces It was drawn by him, and he is as precious as that silly prince.

Ling Shen didn't know about it, but he still learned from Shen Qi that the Ninth Prince had come and then left, he just felt baffled, but he put it behind him after a while.

A few days later, the third son came to the door with tea.

Ling Shen was very happy to get the tea invitation. After the third son left, he turned around and went to the restaurant that he had met earlier in the morning.

Ling Shen didn't tell Shen Qi about opening a teahouse, even the business of buying and selling that restaurant was handled by him in private, and it wasn't until Ling Shen asked Bai Sun to send a letter to the cottage that Shen Qi knew that they were big The head of the house is about to open a teahouse.

As soon as he heard that the restaurant had been bought, and the tea leaves were already being prepared, Shen Qi had the urge to cry. This shop that bought rare treasures left him at his wits end. Who would be in charge of opening a teahouse? ?It's not likely that this person will go out in person.Shen Qi sneaked a glance at their head of the family, only thought that this person was good behind the scenes, if he went to the front desk to be the shopkeeper, there might be more customers, but they would all be scared away in the end.

Shen Qi felt that he was able to think about the miserable situation in the future, so he said with a mournful face, "Master, you didn't tell me about this."

"I still need to report to you when I do something?" Ling Shen raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

This glance made Shen Qi feel chills all over his body, and he shook his head uncontrollably.

"No, that's not what I meant. I just, just... wonder if you've found someone?"

"People?" Ling Shen looked at him, waiting for his next words.

"It's the shopkeeper, the buddy, and so on. It's not good for you, a polished general, to support the front alone."

"Isn't there you?" Ling Shen's words were taken for granted, but Shen Qi wanted to cry even more when he heard it. He knew that this shopkeeper who started to shake hands was a set, so he couldn't help crying at the moment. Pointing to himself: "I only have one person."

"I know." Ling Shen patted Shen Qi's head reassuringly, just like touching the head of a little guy, "So I didn't let you keep watching the teahouse, I just waited for the teahouse to open, and you chose it yourself. Take a few trustworthy ones with you, and when they get started, you will come back and look at this shop."

Shen Qi was still a little lucky: "Then when I'm not here, who will come to the shop?"

Ling Shen glanced at him contemptuously: "Of course it will be closed for a few days."

"What about you?" He desperately used the honorific title.

"Naturally to supervise your work... You supervise the recruited people, and I supervise you. The division of labor is very clear."

"..." Make it clear!Shen Qi couldn't help but cry now.