Fairies, please don't talk to me about love

"The Second Emperor, Fusu, had no merits but committed many mistakes. He saw evil and did not eliminate them, causing chaos and disorder in the court and the world."

If the previous person who left a comment gave her a little face because she was the sister of Qin Shi Huang, then this Meng Ziming could be said to have given her no face at all.

She pointed out Huang Fusu's mistakes very sharply, and later criticized her for deliberately avoiding the court and choosing to conquer Qianzhou.

Was she really thinking at that time that she was eager to make achievements and gain fame for the benefit of the country?

Yes, but not entirely.

She was really afraid at that time, afraid that she would not be able to handle the affairs of the family and would be blamed by her sister.

"Sister Fusu, why are you crying?"

"Where did I cry?"

Huang Fusu wiped the water off his face and changed the subject:

"Let's watch this... The Legend of Painting River Snow."

"Painting Jiang Xue?"

Huang Fusu picked up a book from the bookshelf that contained biographies of famous people and handed it to Zhang Ruyi.

"Let me see......"

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Outside the wall of Chunyuan, a young girl holding a scroll was standing on tiptoe to see what the talented men and beautiful women inside were doing.

"Where did this little beggar come from? Go away!"

Before she could see clearly, the patrolling guards drove her away.

"mean!"

Hua Jiangxue, dressed in cloth, holding the scroll, returned to her shabby courtyard. This was her home.

In fact, it is not her home, she is just a parasite.

No one had lived here since the previous owner's house was ransacked, so naturally, she, a young painter who had come to Zhongzhou, ended up staying here temporarily.

"I have no inspiration. I have already painted everything in this courtyard. What else can I paint?"

Hua Jiangxue sat in front of the stone table in the center of the courtyard, hesitating to start writing.

She had originally wanted to sneak into the places where high-end people hang out to see if it was really that delicate, but she was sent back before she could see clearly.

“Are you good at drawing?”

"Ok?"

A sudden voice came into her ears.

When she looked up, she saw a mysterious man in black standing in front of her.

"No! Sir, I'm just staying here for a while! Tomorrow, I'll leave tomorrow!"

"..."

It seems that this girl mistook me for those black-clad soldiers?

Seeing her put away the scroll and leave this place, Meng Wan quickly continued:

"I'm not here to chase you away. There's no need to panic."

"Aren't you here to chase me away?"

"of course."

Hua Jiangxue sat back on the small stone bench.

However, the vigilance in her heart was still not eliminated, as the strength of this man in black seemed to be very powerful.

Stronger than anyone she had ever met, and even though she couldn't feel it, she trusted her instincts.

"I want you to draw something for me. If you can draw it, I will create something for you."

"Fortune! Is that a lot of money?"

Hua Jiangxue was starving because no one bought her paintings, so she had hardly eaten any normal food since she came to Zhongzhou.

For example, when she got up this morning, she drank a few drops of dew and ate a few grasses, then ran outside the rich family's compound to look for inspiration.

"You want money?"

"Well, I haven't had a full meal for a long, long time..."

"Then why do you look so happy? Why do you still want to paint? When it rains, you can obviously use the scroll to block the rain, but you still hold it tightly in your arms."

It is easy to find a job in Zhongzhou.

Even if you just wash the dishes, as long as you are diligent enough, it will not be a problem to support yourself.

“Because I like painting.”

"Well, if you can do what I ask, I will give you a lot of money."

Meng Wan did not ask the poor child why he did not do other jobs.

When a person likes something so much that he cannot help himself, it is indeed difficult for him to distract himself and do other things.

"Okay! Sir, what do you want me to draw? As long as you show me that thing, I will definitely be able to draw it!"

"What if I asked you to draw something that you can't even see right now?"

"Forehead......"

Hua Jiangxue was suddenly in trouble.

How is it possible to draw something that you don't even know what it looks like?

"Don't go, don't go! Sir, how about you change one? Or how about I draw a portrait for you?"

Hua Jiangxue's small hand grabbed the corner of Meng Wan's clothes and made her stop.

"Are you sure."

Meng Wan's voice at this moment was like the whisper of a demon, destroying Hua Jiangxue's already fragile mind.

She couldn't let anyone see her current appearance, so she definitely wouldn't let this little girl draw her.

"Sure--"

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Hua Jiangxue almost thought she was going to die.

Just now she felt that her soul was about to be torn apart, but in the end the man in black did not continue to attack her and scare her to death. Instead, he agreed to her request.

"Sir, please take off your cloak. I will not make your painting too ugly."

Meng Wan took off the outermost cloak and revealed her current appearance to the mortals.

At the same time, a barrier composed of black gas completely blocked this place.

"Come on, draw me as a human being."

Chapter 75: The Growth of a Young Painter

Is this a human being?

Hua Jiangxue had never seen any evil spirits, but when she was observing some paintings in the countryside, she had seen paintings related to evil spirits.

Things like animal horns and tails.

It's really scary for a person to grow something like this.

The man in black in front of her now was the one with horns on his head, strange lines all over his face, and those eyes——

Pure black with a hint of blood red, just looking at it feels like being in purgatory.

"White-haired sword demon?"

"That's it."

'thump! ’

"My lord, I don't want to die yet! Please spare my life!"

Hua Jiangxue knelt down in front of Meng Wan and begged for mercy.

The name of the White-haired Sword Demon has been gradually forgotten by the world, and he himself is likely dead somewhere.

After all, he went through a tribulation seventeen or eight hundred years ago, so even if he lived longer, he should be dead now, right?

So why isn't she dead yet?

"Don't be afraid of me - you want to paint me? If you can paint me when I'm not a demon, I will give you wealth."

Hua Jiangxue raised her head from the ground and took a closer look at the white-haired sword demon.

She suddenly discovered that this white-haired sword demon was not as ugly as the rumors said.

On the contrary, this white-haired sword demon is very beautiful. If her face didn't have wrinkles all over it, she would definitely be one of the most beautiful women.

"This is your last chance. If you can't draw it, you will really die here."

"I'll draw! Sir, please stand here and remember not to move."

Seeing that the young painter inexplicably developed fighting spirit, Meng Wan smiled very rarely.

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"..."

Hua Jiangxue stood obediently in front of Meng Wan with her head lowered, waiting for her evaluation.

She really tried her best this time, drawing a demon as a human or something.

"Yes, it's exactly what I thought."

It can even be said that what is recorded in this scroll is her original appearance.

Such painting skills were buried in this dilapidated courtyard... If she hadn't discovered it, this young painter might have starved to death in this imperial city.

Although her paintings are indeed very good, she is not as famous as the great painters. How many spiritual silvers can the paintings of an unknown person be worth?

If you give it to so-called connoisseurs, they will simply reject it because it was painted by an unknown person.

"This is your reward. It contains five thousand spirit silvers, which is enough for you to gain a foothold in this place."

"How many?"

Originally Hua Jiangxue thought that ten pieces of spiritual silver would be enough, but it turned out to be five hundred times more.

Five thousand spiritual silvers are enough to buy a small house on the outskirts of the empire and live there!

"Your painting skills are worthy of so much spiritual silver. If I need anything in the future, I might come to you again."

Meng Wan untied the barrier and left the courtyard, leaving behind only a dazed Hua Jiang Xue and a scroll.

She did not take her portrait away, but chose to leave it to Hua Jiangxue.

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"Jiang Xue, I heard there's a garden out there, aren't you going?"

A group of rich young ladies came to a small house and called out to its owner.

"coming!"

Hua Jiangxue quickly put on her clothes and went outside, walking side by side with the other ladies towards the place where the garden party was being held.