Daoist Lin sister [Red House]

Yongyu walked towards the inner hall with his head raised and his chest held high, just like a crowing rooster.The asparagus bamboo is really invisible behind the scenes, the posture of the orchid orchid and the jade tree and the gait of the dragon and the tiger that his son has cultivated since he was a child are thrown out of the sky in an instant.Fortunately, his master is not here, so he is out of sight, otherwise he would have to vomit blood.

However, Yong Yu still didn't realize it, and thought he was suave and romantic, so he walked into the inner room dangling.I thought I could see the beautiful woman's face, but I didn't know that there was a huge four-fold landscape screen in front of me, which separated the inner room into two rooms.

Yongyu's expectant face froze suddenly, and he was so tired that he almost tripped his left foot and fell over his right foot.

Sitting behind the screen, Daiyu couldn't see Yongyu's face clearly, but felt that his walking posture was very strange, as if his back was injured and his neck was stuck, so she hurriedly asked the waiter to move up the seat, and said thoughtfully: "Give it to Mr. Meng." Give me a cushion." On the other side, Xue Yan brought tea up.

Yongyu took it, and hearing Daiyu's voice, his mind was a little wandering again.After all, the screen is not a wooden board, and Daiyu can be seen sitting behind it.Yongyu lifted the lid of the tea, without breathing, he took a big gulp.

Daiyu and Xueyan on the opposite side were startled.Especially Daiyu has seen Yong Yu twice, and thinks he is handsome and noble—but why can't he even drink tea, could it be that the gold and jade have lost their luster?

Wen Zhu was even more busy, in this weather, hot tea must be served, and he knelt down to look at Yong Yu's mouth. "Grandpa, are you okay? Is it burning? Hurry up and—"

Yong Yu's face was flushed red, and his mouth was burning with pain.As soon as the tea was in his mouth, he felt something was wrong. He wanted to spit it out but... finally swallowed it. He only felt that it was burning from the jaw to the bottom of the throat, all the way to the stomach.

At first he gritted his teeth and held back, but asparagus asked repeatedly while lying in front of him, but he didn't say a word, the fool knew he was burned.Yongyu gave Wenzhu a hard look.

But Wenzhu was full of grievances, and said in a crying voice: "Master, you are injured, what can I do when I go back—" After realizing that the place was wrong, he swallowed the following words.

On the other side, Daiyu ordered Lin Xiu to bring high-quality scald medicine.

Yongyu looked at the medicine bottle, but he was unwilling to take it, so Wenzhu snatched it and wanted to give Yongyu the medicine.

Naturally Yongyu refused, cleared his throat, and said in a hoarse voice: "Call, the girl is laughing. Now, Meng Yu, do you dare to ask if the girl is the owner of this shop?" Afraid that Daiyu would only answer yes, she added, "I have also inquired about it, and I heard that this shop is owned by Master Xunyan Censor Lin."

Daiyu remained calm, it turned out that she had come prepared.Since he publicly begged to see his father, he came to the shop to do this trick today, and he didn't know what he wanted.Daiyu decided to remain unchanged in response to all changes, and signaled Xueyan to answer.

"It's my girl. I went to inspect the shop today, and I dare to ask if this young master wants to do business with us." Xue Yan replied.

As soon as Xueyan answered, Yongyu regretted it.It's broken, wouldn't it be exposed like this!It's a pity that it's too late to regret it, so I can only bite the bullet and say: "There is a big business and I want to talk to your store."

"Uncle Xiu can make the decisions about buying and selling. Young Master Meng can just discuss with Uncle Xiu." Daiyu already wanted to chase away customers.

Yong Yu hurriedly said: "Just now I said that I want to take over all the inventory in your store, so the shopkeeper can't make the decision. And what I value is not your silk and satin materials, but the patterns and embroidery on this silk and satin."

Yo, he's a smart guy!Daiyu thought to herself.The Lin family is close to the water and has a tailor shop under its name. The embroiderers they invite are all the best in Gusu, and the craftsmanship of the tribute is no more than that.Before Yongyu came, Daiyu was discussing with Lin Xiu that she would bring some embroiderers with her when she went to Beijing.

"This pattern and embroidery work are secrets that are not passed on in every shop. I'm afraid Mr. Meng will return empty-handed." Daiyu said bluntly.

"Of course I don't dare to snatch other people's hearts and minds. It's just that I have seen it briefly today. Although the silk and satin patterns on the counters of your store are considered to be one of the few in Jinling, but—" Seeing that the situation is not right, Yong Yu deliberately dragged on for a long time The ending sound, turn to say.

Sure enough, Daiyu couldn't help being curious, and asked, "But what?"

"But the pattern is still a bit clichéd. The pine is curious, the plum must be cold, and it loses its natural charm. Not to mention the richness and splendor of the flowers, it is either stereotyped or too gorgeous." Yongyu said, stealing eyes to look at Daiyu's expression, Seeing that she didn't look annoyed, she nodded secretly, secretly delighted in her heart, and said, "It's really a good material, good embroidery work, good dyeing, but the artist's level is limited, and he is reckless!"

After hearing this, Daiyu looked at Lin Xiu.Lin Xiu is a vulgar person who doesn't understand these things, but she also heard Daiyu mention that the materials, patterns and styles of silk and satin they are currently selling are all clichéd, and if they can find a good painter, they will definitely be able to reach a higher level.

This boy coincides with the girl.

Daiyu couldn't help looking carefully at Yongyu's clothes again.It is said that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.Yongyu's clothes today, at first glance, look no different from ordinary wealthy sons.

Take a closer look at the colorful and gorgeous clothes on his body, like flowers and butterflies, but the color matching is just right, gorgeous and not vulgar.The dark embroidered patterns look like a picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers when viewed against the light.The brushwork is changeable and the weather is myriad. It is definitely not something that people who work behind closed doors can draw.

Clothes, shoes and socks are all made of silk, which is too frivolous, so they are decorated with thick and warm jade pendants.And the fan pendant that swayed as he lightly tapped his palm turned out to be a small iron pen.Yongyu's whole body is full of thoughts.

"Mr. Meng is a good idea. It's just that the embroiderer is very kind, but the painter is hard to find. May I ask if there is a good painter to recommend?" Daiyu asked happily.

Yong Yu said without changing his face: "Miss Lin said so, so it can be seen that she is also a person who understands painting. I am just a little bit proficient in writing and ink. I dare not compare myself to Kai, but—" Pointing to the outside counter, he said proudly, "Far away It’s no problem to win these.”

What an arrogant person!Li's mother served Lin Ruhai since she was a child, and she had heard the name of Gu Kaizhi, a saint of painting. When she saw this brat, she compared herself to Gu Kaizhi, and she became even more displeased with him.

What an arrogant person!Daiyu's inexplicable admiration for him increased.The literati are so proud, so why doesn't she think highly of herself?As long as you really have the ability, although it is not as good as Gu Kaizhi, there are talented people from generation to generation. There is no one before, and there may not be no one in the future.

"My lord, you are joking! How can you be a person who condescends and sells your skills?" The difference between a painter and a painter is like a world.

The trembling asparagus behind him nodded his head like a pounding garlic.God, his son Feizhao doesn't write easily.Now that he has agreed to be a painter for this small shop, it is said that everyone in the old Meng family will be thrown away!

Yongyu didn't care, "How can it be considered betrayal with gold? If you make friends with calligraphy and painting, it will be a great story."

Yongyu went around the boss in a circle, and only then did he speak his mind.In this room, isn't Daiyu the one who can exchange calligraphy with him?It turned out that he wanted Daiyu's calligraphy, and he wanted to exchange one thing for another.

Daiyu immediately understood what he meant, so she stopped talking.In a good way, this matter is about making friends with calligraphy and painting, but in a bad way, it's just giving and receiving in private.

But they didn't say it clearly, they only talked about exchange.Whom to change, how to change, are all unfinished words.

Daiyu's painting skills are also good, but her pen and ink can't be passed on to the outside world.What's more, she has seen too little, although there are hills and valleys in her chest, the writing is distorted in the end.

However, Lin Xiu also had a sharp eye. He had already seen that Yongyu was not an ordinary person, and he also knew that what he said was reasonable.Seeing that Daiyu didn't answer, she interjected, "I don't know Mr. Meng, how do you want to exchange it?"

Yongyu took a deep look at Daiyu behind the screen, and saw that she was holding up the teacup, sipping tea as if nothing had happened, whether it was to see off the guests or——

He also knew that he shouldn't be too eager, so he waved his folding fan and said, "I'm looking for bosom friends in the mountains and rivers, so if we agree on how to exchange them, wouldn't it be boring?"

Yongyu pretended to be sorry.Seeing Lin Xiuyi's expression of regret, but Daiyu still not moving like a mountain, she paused and said: "By the way, I heard that Mr. Lin will go to Beijing soon. It just so happens that I am also from the capital, and I am coming back to the south. The family has bought a lot of good things and they have already been shipped back to the capital. Now only I and this little book boy are left alone on the road. But the fortune has been revealed again, and I am afraid that something will happen on the way."

Yong Yu said slowly: "I am willing to paint ten ink paintings and oil paintings for the four seasons of plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, birds, insects, fish, spring, summer, autumn and winter in your mansion, so as to pay for the two of us. I don't know if I can take Master Lin by then. The official ship goes back to Beijing together?"