Chapter 2407

"Feng Youwei, painting!"

Feng Youwei carefully drew the flower and bird picture, and then came to Hou's house without telling Feng Lin who wanted to send the picture.

"Here it is!"

Feng Youwei took out the painting and handed it to Chen Zhong's staff. He said, "this painting is the best one in the next few years. Please correct it."

The staff took the scroll casually, just like taking a piece of ass wiping paper.

This attitude made Feng Youwei's heart fall to the bottom.

Sure enough, after just looking at it, the staff threw the scroll over and said angrily, "is this a flower and bird? Look at it yourself. The bird is dead. The flower and the ugliest servant girl in the Marquis house smile like each other. Feng Youwei, you want to deceive the Marquis!"

The painting fell to the ground. Feng Youwei reached out in vain and didn't catch it.

He looked at the deformed picture scroll bouncing on the ground and squatted down slowly.

He opened the scroll and a picture of spring came into view.

A lake seems to be on the water with the smell of spring. A wild duck and more than ten ducklings are foraging on it. The ducklings are lovely and people can't help but want to raise a few.

There is a building by the lake. Someone in the building is drinking and having fun, with a natural and unrestrained posture.

On a big tree in front of the building, two birds entangle each other, and the branches are full of spores.

The sky is clear, everything is inseparable from a word of spring.

It's really a good painting. Even if the craftsman is more angry, there is no problem in his skills and his feelings are poured. Today, even if the emperor comes personally, Feng Youwei thinks he can't blame himself more.

The emperor's good painting is not news, so many people who want to find their own shortcut change their ways to learn painting, which indirectly makes the life of painters such as Feng Youwei much easier.

Therefore, Feng Youwei appreciates this era, but he does not allow others to belittle his works.

"The picture is not bad!"

Feng Youwei looked up and said, "if your house is not satisfied, I'll stop here."

The staff sneered and said, "this is perfunctory. Hou Ye dares to give up. How dare you. Feng Youwei, according to our rules, today is the last time to hand in the painting. Where's your painting?"

Feng Youwei squatted there, raised the painting and said stubbornly, "here."

The staff thought he would beg for mercy, so they were angry. They went over and kicked over Feng Youwei and scolded, "Feng Youwei, don't bring your family if you want to die!"

Feng Youwei fell to the ground but protected the painting. He rolled over, then sat up hard, rolled up the painting and said, "even in front of your majesty, I dare say it's a good painting!"

The aide flashed a stern look in his eyes and said, "do you want to take off your responsibility with your majesty? Feng Youwei, you should do your best when you take over the business. Don't blame me for not reminding you that if you can't draw today, no one can save you!"

Feng Youwei knew that he was afraid of being watched. He said with a tragic smile, "what exactly does the Marquis want to do? Please speak frankly. I can weigh it."

The aide took back the foot he wanted to kick out and stroked his beard and said, "your daughter is not sensible. She wounded the people in the Hou house with wild boys outside. Feng Youwei, if it was before, any charge could put your daughter in prison."

Feng Youwei's face showed a sudden color, and his staff said contentedly, "Lord Hou is kind. I've never met Zhou Dong when I travel south and North, so I'm willing to invest in the Hou house."

Zhou Dong's skin is dark and round, just like a meat wall.

He suddenly looked compassionate and said, "we should learn to understand the difficulties of the Marquis, and learn to be smarter, so that we can end well."

Feng Youwei suddenly laughed, with a sad laugh.

Zhou Dong's face was cold. "What are you laughing at?"

Feng Youwei laughed with some madness: "do you want to be a slave in the next house? Ha ha!"

Zhou Dong's eyes moved and said coldly, "why, don't you want to?"

Feng Youwei gasped: "I'm afraid I'll divulge those paintings that aren't Hou Ye's paintings. I swear to keep them secret. If there is any disclosure, I'm willing to die late."

"Lingchi?"

Zhou Dong said ferociously, "there are thousands of strange people. Feng Youwei blames your paintings for being so good. The Marquis took more than ten paintings out, and those dignitaries agreed. If they leak in the future, what is the Marquis's face?"

Feng Youwei raised his hand and said, "I swear I won't reveal it. In the future, I'll send the paintings down and don't fake hands."

"It's late!"

Zhou Dong looked up at the sky and smiled. He was very rampant.

Chen Zhong asked him to do it at random. The purpose is very simple, that is to bring Feng Youwei's family to the Hou house.

"The Marquis said to give it to you according to the rules of worship. Do you dare to push three or four?"

This treatment is also good, but Feng Youwei just refused: "my grandparents are good people. I dare not insult my ancestors."

Good people become slaves, and even be given a surname by their master's family, which makes it shameless to stand the ancestral tablet.

Ancestry is probably the most sincere belief of Chinese people. From the people to the emperor, the deceased ancestors seem to live around us.

Therefore, Feng Youwei was naturally unwilling. He begged: "Mr. Zhou, the dog is expected to take the imperial examination!"

Zhou Dong sneered, "just take advantage of now, okay? If you don't know what's interesting, your children are afraid..."

"Slow!"

As soon as he heard that the other party was going to move his children, Feng Youwei couldn't hold on.

"I'm willing to live in Hou's house until I die."

This is the minimum requirement. I am willing to continue painting for the Marquis, and I am willing to be imprisoned in the Marquis house.

"It's really a kind father!"

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "but you don't think about it. Will the Marquis keep a handle outside?"

Feng Youwei was stunned. When he was about to curse and swear, Zhou Dong took out a contract from his arms and said, "you recently lost your family property in the gambling house and finally owed a lot of debt. You had to ask the Lord to come here."

"I didn't!"

Feng Youwei hissed, "I never gamble!"

Zhou Dong looked at him in amazement, then came over and said, "after all, there is some friendship, so Hou Ye is kind. As long as you sign this contract, Hou ye will pay off the debts of the gambling house for you."

He was followed by two servants. He had a dignified appearance. If he wasn't black and fat, he would probably win the eyes of those big girls and little daughters-in-law.

Feng Youwei just shook his head. He knew it was a set. "I don't gamble. Mr. Zhou, the people in the gambling house don't know me. You're a frame up!"

"The gambling house will know you."

Zhou Dong went up to him, handed over the contract and said, "sign it."

Feng Youwei trembled and stretched out his hand. When he first touched the contract, he shrank back like an electric shock.

As a former scholar, he knew that his family had fallen into a desperate situation without looking at this contract.

If you don't sign, the Hou house can naturally find people from the gambling house to collect debts.

But Feng Youwei was not afraid. What he was afraid of was that the people of the Hou house attacked his two children.

But if you sign this contract, the price is that the whole family has become slaves of the Hou house.

For some people, it's a good thing to be a slave of the Marquis, and it's a good thing for the whole family to celebrate.

But for Feng Youwei, his eldest son Feng Xiang is reading and has great hope, which makes him how willing he is!

"Mr. Zhou!"

Feng Youwei hissed, "I'm a scholar. How can a scholar be a slave? Aren't you afraid of your Majesty's thunder and anger?"

Zhou Dong disdained and said, "wait until you become a scholar! Scholar? Scholar is useless! You gambled and lost all your property and family. Such a scholar can still do it? I will naturally go later and tell the academic officer about your bad deeds."

This is to get rid of his reputation as a scholar.

"You! You are so cruel!"