I have the beauty of the villain's love

In the next few days, Xie Yinghuai's father urged him several times, but Xie Yinghuai shied away to the end, and went to see Linghurou again.

Perhaps Linghu's family taught Linghurou something, the second time they met, Linghurou's words were not so blunt.But even so, it is not as considerate and understanding as those women around Xie Yinghuai.

The two were listening to excerpts in the theater building. Excerpts, aren't they all about gifted scholars and beauties?Usually women and husbands come to listen to it. Xie Yinghuai listened to it a few times and then sneered.

But today is really boring, Xie Yinghuai sat down and listened to a few words, he didn't expect that today's excerpt was different from the past, which made him a little bit interested.

A wit is still a wit, and a beautiful woman is still a beautiful woman.It's just that the beautiful woman joined the army on behalf of her father since she was a child, and then she was rewarded and dared not reveal her gender. The talented man is a piano player in the palace. By chance, she met this female general and fell in love with her so much that she pretended to be a woman and married her.It's a bit absurd, but the libretto is very well written.

One word, one sentence, one rhyme.

Xie Yinghuai found it strange when he saw halfway through. The excerpts he usually sang were plain and straightforward, but today's excerpts seemed to have been polished and modified by some literati.And this excerpt is like...

Xie Yinghuai turned her head, seeing that Linghu Rou was also listening very seriously, she had a vague understanding in her heart.

After the excerpts were sung, someone handed over Dahong's playlist. This is the rule of singing excerpts, and it is used to ask for rewards from the audience.

As Xie Yinghuai said, Linghurou is a woman after all, she took the playlist, her eyelashes drooping, "The play is well written."

The play talker grinned and bowed, "Young Master Zhou's play is written by a coincidence. Today is the first scene."

Xie Yinghuai immediately understood what kind of trick this was.

Linghu Rou's heart moved slightly, "Young Master Zhou?"

"Yes, does the girl want to see him?" the play teller asked.

Linghu Rou shook her head, "No need."

Xie Yinghuai understood, took out an ingot of silver from her sleeve, and pressed it on the playlist.The narrator took the silver with a smile, "Thank you, Young Master, for the reward."

Xie Yinghuai waved his hand, "Back off."

After hearing this play, Linghu Rou seemed to be worried, Xie Ying knew it in her heart, but didn't say anything.After Linghurou left, Xie Yinghuai walked around to the back of the stage and saw Zhou Lang who was playing with the little magpie in the birdcage with his head up.

"Why didn't I know, you still have the ability to write excerpts." Xie Yinghuai leaned on the pillar next to him and looked at Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang pressed the cyan bird feathers between his fingers like flower buds, looking very pretty, "Don't you know now?"

"She didn't see you, and your play was for nothing."

Zhou Lang, "Master Xie, do you know why there are more women who like me than women who like you?"

Xie Ying raised her eyebrows.

What Zhou Lang said was the truth, in terms of status and power, he was no better than Zhou Lang, but unfortunately, the women around him were far less than those around Zhou Lang.

"You don't understand a woman's heart." Zhou Lang said.

Xie Yinghuai couldn't deny it.

……

It has been more than two months, and Zhou Lang has not met Linghurou yet.

Xie Yinghuai felt a little anxious in her heart, the wedding dates of the two families had already been set, and it was only a matter of time before they got married.

But on Zhou Lang's side, there was no movement at all.

When Xie Yinghuai saw Zhou Lang, what he saw was him bending over the desk and painting.

Zhou Lang is very talented. Xie Yinghuai knew it a long time ago. Born in a merchant's family, he has profound talents and knowledge.He has a sloppy temperament, and has no interest in fame or fame.

Xie Yinghuai approached, only to realize that Zhou Lang was drawing that person's hair, the charcoal pencil was cut very finely, and every stroke was drawn extremely carefully.

Zhou Lang heard the movement and looked up at him, "Here we come."

Xie Yinghuai bent down to look at the half-finished painting. Unlike other painters, the people drawn by Zhou Lang were so lifelike that they could walk out of the painting in the blink of an eye.

"You don't really like that Linghurou, do you?" Even though he knew how bad Zhou Lang's personality was, Xie Yinghuai couldn't help asking when he saw that he devoted so much effort to painting a portrait of a person. .

Zhou Lang's long black hair was scattered on the rice paper, and he didn't deny Xie Yinghuai's words, "Probably fell in love at first sight."

Xie Yinghuai couldn't help but sneered.

Zhou Lang didn't make another sound.

Xie Yinghuai watched Zhou Lang bow his head and paint from the side.

Zhou Lang usually has a gentle and jade-like appearance in front of others, but in private, he is very arrogant and conceited, but now, he is lying on the white paper, his handsome face is very charming because of his concentration.Xie Yinghuai couldn't bear to look away.

Why, it looks so good-looking...

Zhou Lang felt that someone was approaching his temples, and he turned his head to avoid it, just as a joke, "Don't bother me."

Xie Yinghuai sighed and stood up straight.

"How long do you want?" Xie Yinghuai asked the time of this painting.

Zhou Lang didn't raise his head, "Tomorrow."

"tomorrow?"

"What is the meaning of your painting?"

Zhou Lang replied, "You will know tomorrow."

The next day, Xie Yinghuai asked Linghurou out according to Zhou Lang's intention.It's just that the place to go made Xie Yinghuai frown, "Why do you want to go to Pudu Temple?"

Zhou Lang hugged the scroll and said, "You just take her there."

Xie Yinghuai didn't know what Zhou Lang was planning in his heart, but when he and Linghurou arrived at Pudu Temple as promised, there was no trace of Zhou Lang.

After entering the temple, Xie Yinghuai talked about Zen with the abbot and left. Linghurou stayed in this Buddhist gate for a while, and when he was very bored, he heard the sound of a flute.The melody of the flute was all too familiar.

Linghu Rou followed the sound and looked, as if she was on the mountainside.

After some hesitation, Linghurou walked up the mountain, and when she was about to reach the mountainside, the sound of the flute guiding her suddenly stopped.

Wandering around, he only saw a corner of the cornice, Linghurou walked over, and saw a dozing book boy and a bamboo flute pressed on the scroll.

It's just that the flute player doesn't know where he is now.

Linghurou walked in, the dozing boy rubbed his eyes, and called out vaguely, "Young Master Zhou."

Linghu Rou was stunned for a moment.She has heard the name many times, but has never seen the owner of the name.

It seems that I have been missing it.

The book boy woke up and saw that it was not his son, but a beautiful woman, "You, you are?"

Linghu Rou didn't answer, she came from the mountain following the sound of the flute, so that person couldn't possibly be going up the mountain.

So is it downhill?

The book boy looked at her with wide eyes, "You, why do you look exactly like the person in the painting?"

"painting?"

The book boy picked up the bamboo flute and unfolded the picture scroll for Linghurou to see.

Linghu Rou waited to see the whole picture scroll, and was suddenly speechless in a daze.

The person in the painting is her.

Why did you draw her?

Who painted her?

Who is Mr. Zhou?

The book boy quickly put away the scroll again.

"Wait." Linghurou raised her hand to stop him.

The book boy thought that Linghurou was coming to grab the painting, so he took a few steps back holding the scroll.

The two were confronting each other, but they saw the book boy exclaiming happily, "My lord!"

Linghu Rou turned around and saw the young man in plain clothes - Gu Langsheng was extremely handsome, he was used to brocade clothes and luxurious clothes on weekdays, but today he was suddenly dressed in white, which made him look even more pure and elegant.

This is Mr. Zhou.

Linghurou is not the kind of woman who is confused by her appearance, but at this moment she was also dazed for a moment.

Zhou Lang also looked dazed.

The book boy hid behind him holding the scroll, "Master, this girl—why is it exactly the same as your painting?"

A blush suddenly appeared on the fair skin, Zhou Lang turned his head and scolded the book boy.

"Master Zhou." Linghurou's heart skipped a beat.

Zhou Lang didn't look at her, as if he didn't dare.

It was the first time Linghu Rou saw Zhou Lang, but it seemed that he already had a shadow in his mind.

After standing for a long time, there was a thunderous sound in the sky, and the downpour came in an instant.

There is only one green bamboo umbrella in the pavilion.

"Where did the girl come from?" Zhou Lang took the initiative to ask.

"Purdue Temple."

"Where are you going?"

Linghurou shook his head, "I don't know."

Zhou Lang sighed, and opened the green bamboo umbrella, "I'll take the girl back to Pudu Temple."

Linghu Rou thinks about it, if she doesn't want to get her clothes wet, this is the only way.

Seeing Linghurou approaching, Zhou Lang winked at the Shutong from a corner she couldn't see, and the Shutong immediately answered, "My lord, the master urged us to go back to the mansion, you have to go and come back quickly."

Hearing this urging, Linghu Rou didn't even have the last trace of hesitation.

When Linghurou came closer, she realized that Zhou Lang, who looked thin, was much taller than her. Because of holding an umbrella, Linghurou seemed to be drawn into his arms.

What a woman Linghu Rou is, it has never been so intimacy with a man.

The two walked in silence for a while, Linghu Rou asked, "Why did you paint me?"

Zhou Lang didn't respond.

Linghurou looked up and saw Zhou Lang's fair cheeks and soft lips, "Have you seen me?"

"I have seen."

Linghurou asked, "Where is it?"

"When you went back to the city a few days ago, I saw you once."

Linghu Rou thought about it, it should be earlier than she heard about him.

She still wanted to say something, but Zhou Lang suddenly stopped, "Here we are."

Linghurou looked up and saw the big characters on the three plaques of Pudu Temple.

Zhou Lang sent Linghu Rou under the eaves, said his farewell, then turned and left.

Looking at Zhou Lang's back, Linghu Rou felt a little annoyed suddenly, why didn't he talk more to him just now?

"Young Master Zhou—" Linghurou looked at his leaving back, and suddenly called him again.

Zhou Lang was holding an umbrella in the heavy rain, but he didn't look back. He only stopped for a moment, then lifted his feet and left.

Her mind was hard to understand, but Zhou Lang, who had turned around on the other side, showed a smile. Seeing his posture, others felt that he was handsome and reserved. This smile was indeed full of treachery and complacency.