The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Shen Qingchuan walked quickly to the door of Yuhua Mansion, and saw a somewhat familiar figure standing at a corner, looking at the door of Yuhua Mansion with his head poking his head.

Walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Xiaoqing, why are you here?"

Xiaoqing was taken aback, turned around, and said with surprise on his face, "Third Young Master, I am looking forward to your return?"

"This is what the young masters and ladies asked me to bring you secretly." Xiaoqing handed the wooden box that had been in his arms to Shen Qingchuan.

Something for him?Shen Qingchuan weighed the wooden box, and it was still quite heavy. When he opened it, he saw that the white silver coins were neatly arranged in tubes, and there were at least thousands of them.

"Fifth Miss heard that your monthly payment was cut off by the master, so she secretly asked me to bring you three hundred silver dollars, and then let the Sixth Young Master and Fourth Miss know about it. Sixth Young Master added two hundred, and Fourth Miss added seven hundred." This large sum of money, Xiaoqing has been worried all the way. There are as many thieves and thieves in Bohai City as rats. If you are not careful, you will be stolen. Today he specially wore a tattered The gown and the face are also plastered.

Hearing this, I felt warm in my heart. Shen Qingchuan's eyebrows and eyes were curved, like a bright moon hanging in the sky, and his eyes were full of soft moonlight.

The fifth sister Shen Zhenfei has always spent a lot of money. Every month, she needs to buy new clothes and jewelry. This is the time when the little girl loves the most fashion. The monthly money is usually not enough for her to spend. I have to ask Mr. Shen for more. Now I can save [-] silver dollars , is already very rare.

And the sixth brother Shen Baojun spent all his money, collecting expensive pens, and spending a lot of money on gatherings with classmates and friends.

The fourth younger sister Shen Xinsu didn't go to school, she hired a tutor at home, and she didn't spend much on weekdays, Shen Qingchuan said, "I still have a lot of money on hand, so you can take it back."

"How can it? This is the wish of the young lady and the young masters. If I return it, the fifth young lady will make a fuss again. If the master finds out, it will be bad." Before Xiaoqing went out, Shen Zhenfei told him a lot For the second time, if she found out that he didn't complete the task, he wouldn't be able to go back and forth.

"Third Young Master, you should accept it!" Xiao Qing said.

"Then keep the money with me first. I rented a house on the opposite street. If you need anything in the future, you can come and find me there." Shen Qingchuan pointed in the direction, and the second brother gave it to me.

Seeing that Shen Qingchuan accepted it, Xiaoqing left with a happy face, and he had to go back and report to Miss Fifth.

Stepping into the lobby of Yuhua Mansion, a maid in blue clothes is cleaning the room.

"Where's Miss Boya?" Shen Qingchuan came in holding a wooden box with a flower on it.

"Master is in the studio." The delicate maid put down the feather duster in her hand, and held the pastel peony-patterned vase with her hand.

Shen Qingchuan put the wooden box in his room, and changed into an ironed white shirt. When he was messing around with Leng Qiudu, the previous shirt was wrinkled out of shape, so he combed his hair in front of the mirror.

In the studio, a long black wooden table is placed with drawing paper, a black rock paperweight is pressing an unfinished picture of Begonia sleeping in spring, and a sandalwood wolf hair brush with red paint on the tip of the brush is placed on it.

The window is half open, and a ray of sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains. On a black lacquered wooden chair in the corner of Guan Boya, there is a lacquer and gold fan in his hand. The wintersweet on the black fan is decorated with gold leaf and mother-of-pearl. It is gorgeous and colorful, and the fan wind has a cool plum fragrance.

He was wearing a loose purple and black Tang suit robe, and the thin satin was printed with a rare ivory white gold phoenix, mixed with golden feathers. It was rare that he didn't have a bun today, and his long hair was tied up with a black and gold soft satin ribbon. The tie was placed on the shoulders, as if it was about to fall off, and a few strands of black hair hung down the side of the cheek.

He closed his eyes and thought to himself, closed the fan in his hand, and twirled it on his lap.

Shen Qingchuan knew that Guan Boya was not taking a nap, he lifted the vermilion velvet door curtain, his steps were extremely light, the heels of his leather shoes knocked on the smooth floor, making only an inaudible sound.

He walked slowly in front of Guan Boya, squatted halfway, and coaxed softly, fearing that any big noise would disturb the person he cared about, and said, "Miss Boya, are you tired?"

Guan Boya opened his eyes and looked at the young man squatting in front of him. The sunlight was shining on his side face and hair curls. His skin was as white as soft snow, and his black hair was as thick as ink. With a clear spring, as long as he smiles, he seems to be the most beautiful lover on the street, who is going to stir up the hearts of all the girls waiting to marry in Bohai City.

The smoke and dust billowing in the sunlight poured in obliquely, enveloping the young man's clean white shirt and long neck, making him look like a man made of snow.

"It's a little annoying. I haven't seen Third Young Master Shen all day. Where have you been?" Guan Boya held a lacquered and gold-sprinkled fan, and gently lifted the young man's jaw with the fan handle. The handle of the black jade embossed plum tree Make that inch of skin color extremely white.

With a smile on his face, Shen Qingchuan removed the fan, put a light pink Centifolia rose on the handle of the fan, and said, "I went to pick flowers for you."

"Do you still like it?" His eyes were shining brightly, and the light scattered randomly in his eyes was brighter than that of other people.

It was so beautiful that he wanted to gather it in his palm and hide it.

Guan Bo Yadan's phoenix eyes were as pale as water, as if he had changed his appearance, turned up the curly waves, and looked down at Shen Qingchuan, feeling secretly aroused, the young man in front of him clumsily showed his love, which stirred a string in his heart.

I removed the rhizomes of the Centifolia rose and put them in a huge white porcelain jar next to it. A few goldfish with red and white pearl scales on the top of a crane in the water lightly pecked at the petals floating on the water.

"I like it. It's a pity that the flowers are easy to fade, and the most vivid appearance can't be preserved." Guan Boya's fingers were still wet.

"If you like it, I will pick it for you every day. I will draw this flower for you." Shen Qingchuan picked up a cotton handkerchief and carefully wiped the water marks on Guan Boya's hands.

"Oh, do you just want to paint flowers? If one day my face grows old, or becomes another look, will Shen Sanshao be like this now, throwing away the old flowers after changing hands, and picking other ones?" Bright flowers." Guan Boya leaned on the back of the chair, picked up the long tobacco rod placed on the small square table, took a deep breath, and the floating wisps of white smoke lingered on his brows.

"How could it be? Am I such a heartless person?" Shen Qingchuan thought that other beautiful women in the world couldn't care less about Boya's charm, elegant and lofty, lonely on the brow bone, and deep in her eyelashes. , I am afraid that it will be rare to meet another Guan Boya in this life.

"I also paint you when I paint flowers, and I treasure it in my heart. I will never let you down in this life." Shen Qingchuan took Guan Boya's hand, and gently kissed his warm lips, fearing that the beautiful woman in front of him would think too much, which would only increase his worries .

Standing in front of the long black wooden table, several feet of snow-white rice paper was spread on the table, but it was not Shen Qingchuan who wrote, but Guan Boya.

Shen Qingchuan spent these days with Guan Boya, only then did he realize that it was just an excuse that Guan Boya asked him to teach Western painting that day.

Guan Boya is very good at painting, and his pictures are wonderful, especially good at painting thousands of mountains competing for beauty, thousands of ravines competing for flow, full of aura, let alone a small mountain flower.

Surrounding Shen Qingchuan, resting his chin on his shoulder, holding the brush in Shen Qingchuan's hand, dipping the tip in a little bit of thicker begonia red, and said, "This brush should be lighter, spread it slowly... .”

It was already dusk outside the window, and the dim yellow light that secretly spilled spreads ambiguous feelings in this quiet room.

Shen Qingchuan lay reclining on the soft bed covered with purple silk, the setting sun covered his shirt, Miss Boya took a rosewood wolfhair brush and dipped it in a little bright red dye, and held a fine brush tip dipped in dark green in her mouth, Begonias and peonies are painted on his white shirt.

He accidentally knocked over the porcelain bowl of water on the table, and the shirt around his waist was wet. Miss Boya was about to grab him, push him against the soft bed, and try to paint on his shirt.

"Miss Boya..." Shen Qingchuan's snorting voice concealed the tenderness of a lover, his eyes were like the soft moonlight, melting like water.

Guan Boya lowered her head slightly, with a few strands of hair hanging down her cheeks, holding a blue pen in her mouth, her long eyelashes were stained with a warm orange glow, her eyes were as black as a mass of thick ink hidden in the water , making people unable to see the turbulent ink waves underneath.

Just taking a glance at it will make people fascinated and have a dream.

Shen Qingchuan was intoxicated, and indulged Miss Boya to scribble and describe on his shirt, using a water brush to smudge overlapping petals on the white shirt, the cool water wet the shirt, irritated the skin underneath, and stretched the skin on the waist, side and abdomen. Tight, he restrained himself, but his waist still trembled slightly with the weight of each stroke.

The tip of the pen is lightly red, the belly of the pen falls heavily, the side edge is lying horizontally, one or two strokes are drawn into petals, and the petal ends are revealed in light red.

Thin sweat floated on Shen Qingchuan's forehead, and was dried by the incoming breeze, the curtains floated, and fine dust floated in the evening light, for fear that someone passing by the window would bump into this scene.

The tips of the jet-black hair clung to the snow-like cheeks, perhaps because of his unspeakable shyness, or the unspeakable secrets in his heart, or because of his indulgence in obeying his inner desires, Shen Qingchuan raised his eyes and glanced at the painter, and then The dark eyelashes drooped down, and a small shadow fell under the eyelids.

The calyx is drawn with the brush dipped in rouge, and the shades of crabapple flowers and peony flowers match each other.

The setting sun fell on the soft purple silk, and the young man on it was as white as snow, the peonies spread out in his shirt were so fragrant, and the crabapple flowers on the low branches were alluring and seductive, his cheeks were a little red.

The color of the country is like drinking wine at present, the rouge is thick and emerald dyed the snow clothes, the begonia flowers are red and drunk, and the smoke and purple glow spreads the room in spring.

Guan Boya raised the pen, and drew from the waist to the chest. The brush was stained with water, and a blush fell down. The calyx is rich in red, stained with fat fragrance.

The cool water makes people's blood boil and their mouths dry.

"Miss Boya, you can't..." Shen Qingchuan held Guan Boya's hand holding the pen, and couldn't continue.

The end of the pen stopped there, and the bright red crabapple flower still lacked a petal.

The author has something to say: the setting sun shines, and the beauty is picturesque.

The flowers are thick with snow muscles, and the room is full of spring.

Scumbag author: enenen, let’s stop here, you can’t continue anymore, some parts are blocked, people who understand will naturally understand

Boss Guan: I am painting, and I am very interested.

沈清川(羞红了)：还是算了吧，大白天的感谢在2020-11-2823:58:38~2020-11-3018:15:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Boss Guan is the most delicious! 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 16 bottles for four; 2 bottles for Huaqunuandu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!