Wearing a book to save Ma Wencai

After leaving the temple, many poor students set up stalls in the temple. They had beautiful copybooks, and made money by writing and drawing for others.

Some of the men stared at Zhu Hanzhang in women's clothing, and hurried up to stop her, "Miss's face is like a peach blossom, the world is full of moonlight, vivid and moving, do you want to paint a picture? It doesn't cost money."

"Fart," Ma Wencai cursed in a low voice, before people stopped in front of him, "She can't be painted with just a few strokes of beauty."

"Miss, don't worry, Xiaosheng has a very high attainment in calligraphy, and he will be able to describe the beauty of Miss to the fullest."

Ma Wencai pursed his lips in contempt, and gritted his teeth heavily, "It's been ten years of hard work. I just wanted to describe it vividly. That's what the so-called 'smart and eager to learn, don't be ashamed to ask' is what it means. Admiration, admiration."

The scholar's face turned pale, and he couldn't hold back his face anymore.

The other students heard the meaning of Ma Wencai's words, and also vaguely understood the relationship between the two, so they could only disperse in a boring manner.

Among the scattered crowd, Zhu Hanzhang saw an acquaintance. In desperation, she suddenly called out to a scholar who was closest to her, and said eagerly: "Draw, why don't you draw. Not only that..."

She directly took Ma Wencai's arm, pulled him and followed the scholar to the scholar's art booth, "Please draw a picture for the two of us."

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The turning point was too fast, and before Marvin could react, he was pulled to a booth by a force.

The scholar was frightened by this experience, blushed, and stammered: "That, that, I, my portrait is, no, not good."

The scholar seemed to be coerced, and looked a little pitiful. Zhu Hanzhang felt somewhat guilty, calmed down, and comforted him gently: "Don't worry, I just want a picture of me and him together."

Rationality prevailed at a certain moment, and one second before the scholar wrote, Ma Wencai accidentally grabbed Zhu Hanzhang's shoulders to create an intimacy beyond the normal distance between men and women.

The scholar's pen stopped in the air for a moment, he tried to test Zhu Hanzhang's meaning, and when he saw that Zhu Hanzhang didn't respond, he wrote slowly.He started writing with a gust of breeze, and the paper was blurred with an extraordinary gesture.

The scholar did not replace the paper for his own sake, but added a peach tree behind the couple before writing.

The human face peach blossoms each other.

This scholar's painting is really not good, and there is a kind of rigidity in the past.If it is used in calligraphy, it may be a masterpiece, but it is a bit strange when used in painting.

Zhu Hanzhang was about to pay the bill, but Ma Wen was one step ahead of her. He handed the scholar a few pieces of silver, then tied the scroll and put it in his arms, and asked the scholar casually, "What's your name?"

The scholar clasped his fists together: "Guo Shen."

Marvin nodded to indicate that he knew.

"Do you like this painting so much?" Zhu Hanzhang asked curiously as he watched Ma Wencai carefully hide the painting in front of his chest.

"So-so," Marvin murmured stiffly, "The portrait of this person is really ugly, but fortunately, he is good-looking, so we are just so-so in the painting."

Zhu Hanzhang took a quick look at Ma Wen, and she almost believed this man's nonsense.This man clearly had a smile on his lips, the joy in his eyes was overflowing, and he said "so-so".

What an awkward person.

She praised in cooperation: "You have some truths in what you say, and the paintings are so-so, but the person is really good-looking."

This is not only a compliment to Ma Wencai, but also to herself.

After leaving the temple, the two went down the mountain.

It was a rare festival, and the mountain was naturally full of excitement.

After Ma Wencai went down the mountain, the first thing he did was to buy a wooden box and put the paintings in his arms into it.I found a few more young men and sent them to send the paintings to the academy lightly.

It was just a painting, and he hired four or five men to escort him. He was really overqualified, and had money but no place to use it.

Okay, okay, who made his whole family have awkward personalities?

The merchants at the foot of the mountain rely on their eyesight to see their business. Anyone who sees the right one just makes a lot of hype, making those young masters, ladies, masters and wives so happy that they can't shut their mouths.

Among them is Ma Wencai, the young master of a rich family, who probably has a problem with his mind.There was a little old man occupying an open space, fiddling with the Hu hou, glanced at Ma Wencai's arm, and on a whim, uttered compliments he had heard from somewhere, and sang in the language of the Hu people. , "In the south there is the eucalyptus tree, and Ge Heli is tired of it. If you are a gentleman, you will be happy. If you are only a gentleman, you will be blessed."

When Ma Wencai was happy, he waved his hand and rewarded the little old man with a penny.

That rise was very similar to the actions of the boss when he gave the check to his little wife. It turned out that it was not because the boss was too shady, but because the boss had a predecessor.

Bully is hereditary.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Hanzhang was startled by the way Ma Wencai gave the money, and asked dumbly.

Ma Wencai answered her rather disdainfully: "Usually you are asked to study hard, but you just don't listen. Now it's all right, and you can't even understand a line of poetry! You are illiterate."

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Zhu Hanzhang restrained the urge to curse, turned his head angrily and ignored him.

Just as dazed as Zhu Hanzhang, there were other traders. After all, being uneducated was the norm.

"Praise you for looking good!"

"what."

Only then did Marvin repeat, "I praise you for looking good."

Believe in you.

"By the way," Ma Wencai caught a glimpse of a rouge booth and asked Zhu Hanzhang nonsensically, "Do you want some rouge?"

"No need," after all, it is an academy, too many feminine products will increase the risk of exposure.

"Oh," Ma Wencai nodded indifferently, then walked to the rouge booth on his own, and began to choose by himself.

Zhu Hanzhang was puzzled, "I said, I don't want it."

Ma Wencai rubbed a little rouge with his fingers, drew it on the back of his own hand, and compared the colors, "I didn't say I would buy it for you."

Who was it for?Congratulations... Yingtai?

The rouge and gouache from the girl's house, he picked left and right, but he couldn't pick one. In the end, his temper was almost worn out and he said casually: "Wrap everything up."

It stands to reason that all of Ma Wencai's actions should have nothing to do with her, but Zhu Hanzhang felt a little unexplainable in his heart, and asked uncontrollably: "Who did you buy it for?"

The man casually said: "No one, I just like beautiful things."

Although it was a lie, the reason was not what she had guessed, and it was a pretty good thing.

According to the contingency of the plot, Ma Wencai couldn't avoid Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo.

The four of them ran into each other. At that time, Zhu Hanzhang was holding a candied haws in his mouth and a glass of peach blossom juice in his arms, while Ma Wencai was carrying a few large bags of pastries, and stuffed a piece of candied fruit into her mouth with disgust.The proper lady and her little follower.

"You?" Zhu Yingtai said hesitantly, curling her fingers.

"No, we... cough, cough—" Zhu Hanzhang was about to speak, but he choked on the food in his mouth.

"You're so stupid," Ma Wencai freed one hand in disgust, and punched her lightly on the back. His tone was obviously impatient, but in the ears of others, there was a surprisingly gentle tone, "eat When you're here, don't talk."

His movements were tense and gentle, and when he spoke, his brows were tightened and he was extremely nervous.

Liang Shanbo held Zhu Yingtai's fingers stretched in the air, and silently shook his head.

It's so obvious, so there's no need to ask.

The food that was choked into the throat was spat out, and Zhu Hanzhang felt much better.

Just now, she suddenly remembered that she is a girl now, if, if she followed Zhu Yingtai's old path, would it be possible not to be exposed?

Thinking of this, Zhu Hanzhang became imposing, "I..."