Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Feng Youwei, painting!"

Feng Youwei meticulously finished the painting of flowers and birds, and then came to the Hou Mansion without telling Feng Lin that he was coming to send the painting.

"This is it!"

Feng Youwei took out the painting and handed it to Chen Zhong's staff, and said, "This painting is the best one in the next few years. Please correct me."

The staff casually took over the picture scroll, just like taking over a piece of paper for wiping buttocks.

This attitude caused Feng Youwei's heart to fall to the bottom.

Sure enough, after just taking a look, this staff member threw the picture scroll over and said angrily: "This is a flower and bird? Look at it for yourself, the bird is dead, the flower and the ugliest in the Hou Mansion The maid smiled, Feng Youwei, you are trying to deceive Lord Hou!"

The painting fell on the ground, and Feng Youwei reached out and fished it in vain.

He watched the deformed picture scrolling on the ground a few times, and slowly squatted down.

He opened the picture scroll, and a picture of springtime came into view.

A lake is like water with the breath of spring, a wild duck with more than ten ducklings foraging on it, the ducklings are so cute that people can't help but want to raise a few.

There is a terrace by the lake, and there are people drinking and having fun in the terrace, with a chic posture.

On a big tree in front of the terrace, two birds are entangled with each other, and the branch spores are half exposed, full of vitality.

The sky is clear, and everything is inseparable from a spring character.

It is indeed a good painting, even if it has more craftsmanship, but there is no problem with the technique, and the feelings are also poured. Today, even if the emperor comes in person, Feng Youwei thinks he can't blame himself any more.

It is not news that the emperor is good at painting, so many people who want to find their own shortcut to learn painting change their course and indirectly make Feng Youwei's life much easier for such painters.

So Feng Youwei is grateful for this era, but he does not allow others to degrade his work.

"This painting is not bad!"

Feng Youwei raised his head and said, "If your mansion is not satisfied, let's stop here."

The staff sneered: "This is how you dare to let go after being perfunctory. You are so courageous. Feng Youwei, according to our rules, today is the last time to hand over paintings. What about your paintings?"

Feng Youwei squatted there, held up the painting, and said stubbornly, "Here."

The staff thought he would beg for mercy, so he became annoyed at once, so he kicked Feng Youwei and cursed: "Feng Youwei, if you want to die, don't bring your family!"

Feng Youwei fell to the ground but guarded the painting stubbornly. He rolled over, then sat up with difficulty, rolled up the picture, and said: "Even in front of your Majesty, I dare to say that this is a good painting. !"

A sharp look flashed in the eyes of the staff and said, "Want to use your Majesty to excuse me? Feng Youwei, you must do your best when you take over the business. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you can't draw today, no one can save you!"

Feng Youwei knew that he was afraid of being stared at. He smiled miserably: "What exactly does Hou Ye want to do? I beg you to be frank, and you can weigh one or two."

The staff took back the feet they wanted to kick out, and stroked their beards: "Your girl is ignorant. She took the wild boy outside and injured the people in the Hou Mansion. Your daughter went to jail."

Feng Youwei's face appeared in a daze, and his staff said contentedly: "Master Hou is kind, I have never met Zhou Dong when I go north and south, so I willingly voted in the Hou Mansion."

Zhou Dong has a dark skin and is round and round, like a wall of flesh.

He suddenly showed compassion and said, "You must learn to be considerate of Lord Hou's difficulties, and learn to be smart, so that you can end well."

Feng Youwei laughed suddenly, with a stern laugh.

Zhou Dong's expression turned cold, "What are you laughing at?"

Feng Youwei’s laughter was frantic: "Does Hou Ye want to be a slave in the next house? Hahahaha!"

Zhou Dong's eyes moved slightly, and he said coldly: "Why, you don't want to?"

Feng Youwei gasped and said, "Is this because I am afraid that I will leak out the fact that those paintings are not Hou Ye? I vowed to keep it secret. If it is leaked, I would like to die by Ling Chi."

"Ling Chi?"

Zhou Dong said grimly: "Weird and weird, Feng Youwei, I just blame your paintings for being so good. Lord Hou took more than ten paintings, and those powerful and powerful all said yes. If it is leaked in the future, the face of Lord Hou Where is it?"

Feng Youwei raised his hand and said: "Xia Xia vowed not to disclose it, and I will also come down to send paintings in the future, without using others."

"late!"

Zhou Dong looked up to the sky and smiled, very frantically.

This matter was casually ordered by Chen Zhong to let him do it. The purpose was simple, and that was to bring Feng Youwei's family to the Hou Mansion.

"Master Hou said, give it to you in accordance with the rules of worship, don't you dare to push three or four?"

This treatment is pretty good, but Feng Youwei just refused: "In the next generations, they are all good people, and I never dare to insult my ancestors."

Good people become slaves, and they will even be given a surname by the master's family, so that even the ancestor's tablet will not stand up.

The ancestor is probably the most sincere belief of the Chinese people. From the common people to the emperor, the deceased ancestors seem to live by everyone's side, lifelike.

So Feng Youwei was naturally unwilling. He pleaded: "Mr. Zhou, Dogzi is expected to be an imperial examination!"

Zhou Dong sneered and said, "Just take advantage of it now, understand? If you don't know the interest, your sons and daughters are afraid..."

"slow!"

Feng Youwei couldn't hold it when he heard that the other party was about to move his children.

"Xia Xia is willing to come to live in Hou's Mansion, but he can't leave."

This is the minimum requirement. I am willing to continue painting for Master Hou, and I am willing to be imprisoned in the Hou Mansion.

"It's really a loving father!"

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "But you don't want to think about it. Will Hou Ye keep the handle outside?"

Feng Youwei was startled. When he was about to curse and swear, Zhou Dong took out a contract from his arms and said: "You recently lost your family property in the gambling house, and finally owed a debt. Lord Hou is here."

"Not underneath!"

Feng Youwei hissed: "I never gamble down!"

Zhou Dong glanced at him in amazement ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and walked over and said, "After all, there is some friendship, so Lord Hou is kind. As long as you sign this contract, Lord Hou will be responsible for you. Paid it back."

Behind him were two family members who spoke with a magnificent voice. If it weren't for being dark and fat, it would probably win the eyes of those big girls and little wives.

Feng Youwei just shook his head. He knew it was a set, "I don't gamble, Mr. Zhou, the people at the gambling shop don't know me, you are framed!"

"The casino will know you."

Zhou Dong walked up to him, handed over the contract, and said, "Sign it."

Feng Youwei tremblingly stretched out his hand, and when he first touched the contract, he shrank back like an electric shock.

As a former talent, he didn't need to look at this contract to know that his family was in desperation.

If you don't sign, then the Hou Mansion will naturally find someone from the gambling shop to collect the debt.

But this Feng Youwei is not afraid, he is afraid that the people of the Hou Mansion will attack his pair of children.

But if the contract is signed, the price is that the whole family has become a slave of the Hou Mansion.

For some people, it is a good thing to be a slave of the Hou Mansion, and it is a good thing for the whole family to celebrate.

But as far as Feng Youwei is concerned, the eldest son Feng Xiang is studying and he is quite hopeful. How can this make him reconciled!

"Mr. Zhou!"

Feng Youwei hissed: "I am a talented person. How can a talented person be a slave? Isn't Lord Hou afraid of your majesty's thunder?"

Zhou Dong said with disdain: "Wait until you become a Juren! Xiu Cai? Xiu Cai has a fart! You gambled and lost all the family property and family, such a talent can do? I will naturally go there later. Tell the academy of your misdeeds."

This is to get rid of his fame as a talent.

"You! You are so cruel!"

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