A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 68 Xia Shuangshuang

The woman had two buns on her head, a shiny golden hairpin, and a white skirt with a watercolor outer layer. When she saw Duan Rong coming out, she walked a few steps forward, pulled up her skirt and bowed, and asked, "Are you Master Duan?"

"My surname is Duan!" Duan Rong's eyes lit up when he saw the woman.

"Is it the one who paints on West Street?" The woman stared at Duan Rong and continued to ask.

Duan Rong smiled and nodded.

After the woman confirmed her identity, her expression obviously relaxed, and she smiled lightly, "I am a maid in the Xia Mansion, my name is Xueqing. My young master would like to ask for a painting from you, sir!"

I'm afraid the maid in the Xia mansion is not as good as the young ladies from ordinary families.

The maid's name is Xueqing, which is a very appropriate name. She is as fair and bright as she is.

"A street artisan cannot afford to ask for a pen! Since your young master is interested, I will follow you." Duan Rong said in a casual manner. It is better to ask for a painting than to perform on the street.

Xue Qing's eyes moved slightly. Although Mr. Duan was not good-looking, he spoke in a humble and measured manner, giving people a feeling of being in the easy-going mood like a spring breeze.

Xue Qing couldn't help but smile and said, "Sir, please!"

Xue Qing lifted the cotton curtain of the carriage, Duan Rong stepped into the car, and sat down on the one-piece horizontal bench on the right side by the window.

The one-piece horizontal bench was quite large, with soft cushions on it and a beautifully patterned carpet underfoot!
Xue Qing sat down opposite Duan Rong and said in a tender voice, "Old Qin, let's go!"

The driver loosened the reins and shouted, "Go!"

The chestnut horse acted as if it had received an order. It padded its hooves and trotted forward, pulling the cart slowly forward!

West Street is paved with bluestone slabs, the street surface is clean and flat, and the carriages are moving at a steady pace, obviously showing that the drivers are well-trained.

Duan Rong was slightly surprised. "Although the carriage is small, it is used for welcoming and seeing off guests, and every detail is taken into consideration. This Xia Zhongyang is really an amazing person! The work of the God of Wealth is indeed extraordinary!"

As Xue Qing got in the car, she couldn't help but look at Duan Rong a few times, but Duan Rong just sat there quietly, with a calm light flashing in his eyes!
During the rest of the journey, neither of them spoke a word. Their eyes were looking out the window at the street scene, but their minds were on the person opposite them.

Although I didn't see it with my eyes, I have seen it countless times in my heart!

Although Duan Rong is slick, he knows his limits. It is best not to joke around in such a confined and narrow space. Girls usually feel less secure in such an environment, and making jokes around will make people feel disgusted.

About half an incense stick of time later, the driver let out a "whoa" and tightened the reins. The clattering of the chestnut horse's hooves died down and the carriage slowly stopped.

Duan Rong and Xue Qing got off the carriage one after another.

The driver jumped off the carriage, leading the chestnut horse, and pulled the carriage through a corner gate that was an arrow's distance away from the main gate, and went to find the manager to register the carriage.

Xue Qing and Duan Rong walked in from the main gate of Xia Mansion. The doorman and two guards with swords glanced at Duan Rong vaguely.

Xue Qing led Duan Rong along the corridor, turning here and there, and suddenly they met a few women in gorgeous clothes playing with birds in a pavilion across a corridor.

Xue Qing was in the corridor. She knelt down and bowed across the aisle, then quickly left with Duan Rong.

Duan Rong followed Xue Qing out of the corridor, walked past a white courtyard wall and a bamboo forest, and finally stopped in front of a pavilion beside a pond.

Although the pond is not big, it is surrounded by rockery and shaded by bamboos, and the layout is quite methodical.

A woman in lavender clothes was sitting by the pavilion, throwing fish food into the pond. The koi in the pond moved with the food, rolling in red waves. Isn't it beautiful?

Xue Qing took a few quick steps, ran into the pavilion, and said, "Miss, someone is coming!"

The woman put down the fish food, stood up, walked out of the pavilion and looked at Duan Rong.

Duan Rong was slightly surprised. Xue Qing was talking about the young master, but he didn't expect it to be a young lady!
The young lady was wearing a lavender dress and standing by the pavilion, her skirt swaying in the breeze. In the sunlight behind her, the pavilion, pond and bamboos added a touch of interest!

Duan Rong smiled slightly, which was considered a greeting. No matter whether it was the young master or the young lady, they were all little gods of wealth and should not be neglected!

This little god of wealth in a purple skirt had fair skin with a rosy glow. Although he only walked a short distance out of the pavilion, he walked lively and gracefully.

There are two faint dimples on her face, so even before she smiles, you can already feel the smile on her face.

When Duan Rong saw the faint smile, he couldn't help but feel a little moved, but then he calmed down!
This little purple-clad God of Wealth was born in a wealthy family, and his every move exudes an aura of wealth, but because of this, he lacks a certain kind of simple and simple charm that Duan Rong has always found familiar!

The woman in front of him was probably even better than Xiao Baiqiao in terms of temperament and appearance, but when he saw her, he felt a sense of alienation in his heart. He did not have the same uncontrollable throbbing feeling he had when he saw Xiao Baiqiao!
Perhaps this is what it means to be rich and powerful...

Xia Shuangshuang has always been good friends with Shen Mizhi, and their personalities are quite similar!

A few days ago, Shen Mizhi had been sulking, and when asked what was wrong, she remained silent.

Later, Xia Shuangshuang found an opportunity to ask Qiu Hen privately, only to find out that it was because of street painting that he almost caused a death.

From then on, she became quite curious about this painter named Duan Rong!
That day, Shen Mizhi came to visit her, and she took the opportunity to tell Shen Mizhi that she wanted to invite Duan Rong to her house to paint for them.

Unexpectedly, Shen Mizhi turned hostile on the spot and left! She went to look for her again the next day, but was turned away!
The more Shen Mizhi acted like this, the more curious Xia Shuangshuang became!

Therefore, today, while Shen Mizhi is away, let Xue Qing go and invite Duan Rong over!

Xia Shuangshuang saw Duan Rong. Although he was strong and modest, he had a square and dark face and was not handsome at all. Apart from a pair of eyes that shone with a peaceful light and looked at you as if they could speak, there was nothing special about him.

Xia Shuangshuang suddenly felt a little disappointed and thought to herself: How could such a person make Sister Shen so angry?

Although Xia Shuangshuang was disappointed, she had been brought up in a strict family, so she still had a faint smile on her face and said, "Mr. Duan has become more and more famous recently! Shuangshuang had long wanted to invite him to her house for a chat, but something else delayed it, so it was only today!"

Duan Rong heard this and smiled, "I am just a street craftsman. I am afraid I will disappoint you, young lady."

Duan Rong is not being modest. Xia Shuangshuang grew up in a wealthy family and her vision and knowledge must be good. If he raises his expectations further, he will be courting death.

"Sir, there's no need to be so modest." As Xia Shuangshuang spoke, Xue Qing had already brought the painting supplies and placed them on the stone table in the pavilion.

Xia Shuangshuang stepped aside and said, "Sir, please enter the pavilion to paint."

Duan Rong walked slowly into the pavilion and sat down in front of the stone table. Xue Qing and two maids stood beside him, washing their brushes and grinding ink.

Duan Rong sat in front of the stone table, looked at Xia Shuangshuang with a smile, and said, "Excuse me, young lady, what do you want to put into the painting?"

Xia Shuangshuang stood outside the pavilion and said, "Dancing with the spear!"

(End of this chapter)