Ink Burns

Chapter 34 Similar Portraits

The servant who was searching was overjoyed. He hoisted the drawing paper high up like a sail of victory and said, "What is this? How come there are portraits of two men?"

Miss Wang Er rushed forward and slapped the boy on the forehead several times: "You are so arrogant! I think these are the two mountains in the painting!"

The servant protected his head while retreating in embarrassment, and fought back fiercely to save face: "When I hand the painting over to the master, you women will be in trouble! You will all be kicked out of the embroidery building!"

Zhou Liniang peeked at the door frame with a tearful look on her face, and subconsciously turned to Shanyue for help - somehow, no matter how critical the situation was, she would definitely find a way to turn it around.

But Shan Yue just folded his arms indifferently, leaning against the window frame, watching coldly.

Zhou Liniang's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked anxiously at the drawing paper in the servant's hand.

Yes Yes Yes!
They are indeed two men, and only the ups and downs of their bones were drawn from the side!
One has the appearance of a young man, and the other has obvious signs of aging!
But the bone structure of the two is very similar, and it is clearly a comparison between young and old!

This is definitely not a painting of a loved one!

This is a frame-up! This is slander! They are slandering Shanyue!
After Zhou Liniang figured it out, she wanted to rush out immediately, but the timidity that had been suppressed for a long time made her unable to move. Zhou Liniang collapsed and cried on her back.

Shan Yue stepped forward, handed out a piece of hemp silk with one hand, and said coldly: "Don't cry, everything will be fine"

After a pause, Shan Yue pursed his lips impatiently and said, "I promise."

But she couldn't guarantee that anything would happen to anyone tonight.

Zhou Liniang clenched the silk handkerchief tightly in her palm, and a strange warmth rose in her heart.

With tearful eyes, she looked out the window and saw the servant happily waving his painting to seek credit.

The drawing paper was rolled into several scrolls, and the young man in the painting looked somewhat familiar with his relaxed brows and eyes.
Zhou Liniang unconsciously narrowed her eyes in tears.

Looking at his features, he looks a bit like a young master.

The young man is the eldest son, so who is the old man in the painting?

Zhou Liniang pursed her lips and said, "If we are kicked out, we will leave together."

Shan Yue raised her head slightly, her jaw angle folded delicately, revealing her pointed and delicate nose and slightly red lips. She looked at the crescent moon at the end of the sky, like a sickle taking life, and smiled: "Leave? Why leave? Let's stay here and see whether it is patricide or cannibalism."

***
Less than half an hour later, hurried footsteps creaked on the wooden planks on the second floor, and the door was pushed open. Huang Zhi rushed in, panting: "The master has gone crazy! The master has gone crazy! Yue Niang, you are in big trouble! Run quickly, there is a dog at the side door--"

Huang Zhi faithfully revealed the secret of the hidden dog hole.

Before he could even utter the word "hole", a familiar-looking woman kicked the door open. Without giving Shanyue a chance to speak, she grabbed Shanyue's arm and dragged him out, causing Huang Zhi to scream.

The old woman frowned: "What are you doing here!"

Huang Zhi stepped forward and said, "I'll catch Miss Yue in advance!"

Miss Wang Er: There is a little loyalty, but not much.

Shanyue was dragged all the way from the embroidery building to the main hall. Everyone in the main hall was shrugging their shoulders and trembling. The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground could be heard frequently from the inner room, and a few faint cries of Duan and the low, gentle voice of Cheng Xinghe's persuasion could be heard.

The old woman lifted the bamboo curtain and entered the main hall, then pulled Shanyue to the ground.

The ground was littered with broken porcelain.

Most of the things that can be broken have been broken.

Duan covered her sleeves and cried, with five fingers and palm marks clearly visible on her face. Cheng Xinghe sat beside Duan and held his mother in his arms.

"Bitch! You bitch! Zhou's previous experience is a lesson. The maidservant beside you also has ulterior motives. Even this He has tricked you! - He has already registered. Why are you making such a mistake at this time? What about the future of the Cheng family? What about your son's future? If you don't manage your family well, my Cheng family has you. We really bought the wrong mountain and burned the wrong incense for our ancestors!"

Master Cheng was fat but strong. He leaned forward and grabbed Duan's collar. "How are you going to compensate for these losses? Are you going to compensate for your sluttiness in someone else's bed? Or are you going to compensate for your moaning?"

Shan Yue also covered her eyes with her sleeves and cried.

Master Cheng's rage had been built up since Duan came home late in the afternoon, and he had been holding it in until now.

The fire was ignited by Huangqi who left the house secretly, and now it has been pushed to the critical point of explosion by this painting.

How could he be so angry because he failed to manage his household properly?
It was obvious that he was furious and helpless because the hat on his head was getting greener and greener.

Unfortunately, this statement cannot be expressed in words.

When the slingshot is pulled to its strongest point, the force launched must be the greatest.

Master Cheng’s anger continued to build up.

What Shanyue has to do is to add fuel to the fire diligently.

Shan Yue cried out, "It's not love! It's not love! I don't have a lover! I am pure and innocent! This is in the painting... This is in the painting..."

Shan Yue patiently stopped talking, but continued to cry, "It's unfair! It's unfair! The person in the painting is not my lover!"

Master Cheng raised his foot and kicked Shanyue's shoulder!

The back of Shanyue's hand was scratched by the broken porcelain pieces, and blood immediately spurted out!

Cheng Xinghe immediately said, "Dad! Be careful! A disfigured, inferior product won't sell for a good price!"

Shanyue crawled on the ground and cried bitterly.

Cheng Xinghe seemed to be inspired. He reached out and took the painting. He frowned and looked at it for a long time before he slowly exhaled a long breath. His expression was somewhat relaxed. "Dad, look, does the person on the left side of the painting look a bit like me?"

Master Cheng took the painting with a half-believing and half-doubting look, shook it to look at it carefully, looked up at Cheng Xinghe, then looked down at the painting, the flesh on his face trembled three times, slapped the drawing paper to his side, and cleared his throat: "The person on the left is my son, who is the elderly person on the right?"

Cheng Xinghe said confidently with a smile: "I wish to find a person who loves me and stay with me till old age. Why do you have to ask about the girl's secret feelings——"

"It's the old prefect, Lord Liu." Shanyue prostrated herself on the ground and cried bitterly. As soon as she opened her mouth, she cut off Cheng Xinghe's next words: "Last time, I was so bold that I secretly peeked at the side of Old Lord Liu through the screen. The old man had a straight back and was wearing a crane fur coat. I had never seen such a high-ranking official, so I secretly drew it."

Master Cheng clenched his hands, held up the painting with both hands, and looked at it carefully again with frowns.

Duan's crying gradually became quieter.

Cheng Xinghe felt an inexplicable panic from behind. Before he could open his mouth, he heard the voice of Master Cheng, which was so low that it could penetrate the bricks. It was not as furious as before, but rather a cold voice that penetrated into his bones and cracks.

"You said, the one on the left is Dalang, and the one on the right is Lord Liu?"

Master Cheng laughed instead: "Why do I see that the brow arches, nose bridges, chins, and eye corners of the portraits on both sides are very similar?"

　One more update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)