You are unlucky and I am tough

Yuemanxilou is the most famous gathering place for literati in Chengdong Water Street. It is elegantly decorated and has superb scenery.

Zhu Shaoyuan posted a message inviting people to come and appreciate his paintings, and more than twenty people came early in the morning.

The largest riverside wing in the building was quiet. Two paintings hung on the rosewood shelf in the room, one of which was about pine and cranes, and the other was about bamboo, rocks and orchids. Both were paintings by famous artists.

Today's main purpose is to appreciate paintings, copy and discuss painting skills. The tables arranged around the two paintings are all placed with the best brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

A group of scholars stood behind the table, quietly copying with their pens.

Today's final winner was a pair of exquisitely crafted white porcelain dragon and phoenix vases.

Zhao Xiuwen recognized it at a glance. It was the housewarming gift that Wei Qinglang gave to the old scholar's family on the day of moving. He didn't expect that the pair of bottles was now in Zhu Shaoyuan's hands.

With Zhu Shaoyuan's style of doing things, it is impossible for him to accept benefits from Cheng Wanpeng. Everyone knows that Mrs. Zhu's dowry is generous, and he has been living a life of luxury since he was a child, so he doesn't look down on these things.

It should be the gift that Cheng Wanpeng presented when he attended the banquet hosted by the prefect, hoping to leave an impression in front of the prefect.

If he knew that this pair of bottles was being used as a prize, he would probably be furious.

The breeze blows gently, ruffling the scholar's clothes and rice paper. The fragrance of ink and wine interweaves in the elegant environment, with a faint fragrance of ylang-ylang flowers.

That was the smell of Lin Zelan's hair.

A few days ago, Zhu Shaoyuan gave Lin Zelan many things, including ylang-ylang flower dew bought from Fu Ya Zhai. He poured some into the water when combing his hair in the morning.

Zhu Shaoyuan had given him many things, but he never returned them, and they were of no use.

Even those precious paintings that are rarely seen by others were not hung when they were sent there, but were all hidden in the bottom of the box.

So when Zhu Shaoyuan took a detour to Baixiyuan to pick someone up this morning, he was surprised to smell the scent of ylang-ylang on him.

This is his favorite flavor. He bought it and gave it to Lin Zelan just because he liked it. He didn't expect Lin Zelan to actually use it.

But he actually used it. I wish the eldest master a very good mood.

In the silence, the sound of wine slowly being poured into the glass could be heard.

Zhao Xiuwen looked up at the sound and saw Lin Zelan leaning lazily on the couch with one leg bent.

Lin Zelan attended the party as a close friend of Mr. Zhu, at least that was what she told others.

At this time, the close friend was occupying the main seat of Master Zhu, and Zhu Shaoyuan was standing beside him, pouring him wine.

After filling the glass, he raised it to his lips.

Lin Zelan reached out to take it, but the other party dodged it and stubbornly put it to his lips again.

Zhao Xiuwen couldn't see the expression on the face of the person with his back to him, but it was obvious that the other person wanted Lin Zelan to drink from his hand.

He lowered his head and continued painting. After a few strokes, he couldn't help but look up again.

There seemed to be a stalemate over there, and Lin Zelan's face showed a bit of displeasure.

Then he saw a hand pinching Lin Zelan's chin.

Lin Zelan turned his head away and knocked the wine glass away with a wave of his hand.

The cup was made of fine white porcelain, and the sound it made when it hit the ground was crisp and pleasant, attracting many people to look up.

Zhu Shaoyuan turned around and smiled at everyone, "Sorry, my hand slipped. Please continue."

The maid serving upstairs came up to pick up the broken pieces and wiped the floor clean with a towel, as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Shao Yuan walked away with a calm expression to watch other people painting, and chatted and laughed easily with those who wanted to show off or curry favor with him.

Zhao Xiuwen observed him calmly. Does this guy really have no temper at all? How can he not be angry even if this happens?

He raised his eyes again and looked up, meeting a pair of beautiful eyes as indifferent as water.

Lin Zelan curled the corners of her lips at him, playing with the hairband she had just taken off her hair, and gestured with her eyes at the colorful narrow-mouthed vase next to her.

Zhao Xiuwen understood and lowered his head to continue painting.

The above message was sent directly to Lin Zelan, and there was no other contact between them except each other.

Now one of them has won the first prize in the case and made a big name for himself, while the other is being haunted by a ghost. The two dare not contact each other privately, and can only find opportunities to exchange information in such public occasions.

At some point, the hairband in Lin Zelan's hand disappeared. He stood up, walked around, and then stopped in front of Zhao Xiu. "Young Master Zhao is a brilliant writer, winning first place in the college entrance examination, but his painting skills are... really average."

"I'm ashamed." Zhao Xiuwen smiled. "This painting shows extraordinary skill from previous generations. I can't even begin to compare. I'm already content to have the honor of copying it."

A scholar nearby heard this and said, "Brother Ziqi writes excellent articles and even turns his words into poetry. If he were also a master painter, wouldn't we be far behind?"

The other scholars also agreed, and seemed happy that Zhao Xiuwen was not very good at painting.

Zhu Shaoyuan also came over and said, "Brother Ziqi, if you like this painting of bamboo, rocks and orchids, I will give it to you today. You can take it back and practice copying it anytime."

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, do you like this painting?" Lin Zelan suddenly spoke.

Zhao Xiuwen swallowed the refusal that was about to come out of his mouth and nodded as if possessed by a force. "I like the bamboo in the painting. The brushstrokes are simple, yet they reveal the artist's character."

"What a coincidence, I like it too."

Lin Zelan smiled and looked at Zhu Shaoyuan, "Master Zhu, are you giving this painting to me or to him?"

The people in the room had different expressions. Some were smiling, some were disdainful, and some were whispering.

How could an actor snatch things from these scholars? He really doesn't know his place.

Lin Zelan ignored others and just looked at Zhu Shaoyuan, as if she was stubborn and wanted him to make a choice in public.

Zhu Shaoyuan's breathing became heavier when he saw him, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "This is for you."

The scholars looked at each other in confusion and shut up. Zhao Xiuwen, on the other hand, looked indifferent and even wanted to laugh.

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Cheng Shuang and Wei Qinglang went into the city and first took the manuscript to Moxiang Bookstore. Unsurprisingly, the owner of the bookstore regarded this story as a treasure.

The manuscript was sold for twenty taels, and both parties were settled.

Then the two went to the Baixi Garden, but were told that Master Lan was not there.

After coming out of the theater, Cheng Shuang, who was full of confidence just now, felt a little depressed.

"How could he be gone? It's not even noon yet, how could he be gone?" She kept muttering, "And that guy's attitude just now was so awful. Do you think he saw that we were dressed so casually that he didn't even bother to pass on the message and just sent us away?"

"Look at the guy's impatient look, it doesn't sound like he's telling the truth."

"I'm the one who has my own handwritten inscription. Do I have to dress like a nouveau riche to be able to meet people?"

"Why don't we just book the whole place and use the money to beat them to death."

The street was bustling with activity. Wei Qinglang pulled Cheng Shuang carefully away from the pedestrians. "Maybe he's really not here. Let's come back another day. Let's go get something to eat first, and then I'll take you somewhere."

"Oh, where are you going?" Cheng Shuang was not interested.

"You're so unhappy because you can't see your Master Lan, right?"

Wei Qinglang stopped and reached out to pinch her cheek, "Can you please consider the feelings of your boyfriend for a moment."

He didn't pay attention to the strength of his hand, and when he let go of it, Cheng Shuang's fair cheek was pinched red.

Cheng Shuang covered her face in shock and cried out, "It hurts so much, Wei Qinglang, you're domestic violence, aren't you?"

The next second she raised her fist to hit him to death, but Wei Qinglang dodged sideways. Being beaten by his wife in the street was a loss of dignity for a man, so he turned and ran, and the two chased each other on the street.