Chapter 236： A Ginseng Painter

Chapter 236 A Ginseng Painter

Jiangshan beauty is what men love.

Besides, Tianming Fengnu is very beautiful, with a trace of innocence in her holiness, and she is full of poetic spirit. Few people can resist such a woman. Ying Zheming is fascinated by her, and he does not rule out the identity of Feng Nu, but there is also an element of being moved by her temperament and charm.

Pei Yuanxian pinched her waist, the beauty half-lyed on the mat, like a beautiful peony.

Shen Li's clear eyes were kind, and he extended an invitation to him. "Regent, let me see your sincerity."

"You're just playing around, how can there be any sincerity?" His jade-like fingers were between Yingying's grasps, and with a slight pick, the silk thread split open.

A picture flashed in my mind.

He got five wontons and sighed helplessly, "Does she think I'm a girl with a thin waist?"

Shen Liqing is no better than a thin-waisted girl who can fascinate a subjugated king, but at this moment, Pei Yuanxian lacks interest.

"Is the regent unwilling, or can't?" Shen Liqing's vermilion lips lightly tapped, and his words were full of aggressiveness and sarcasm. In this world, no man can despise her, ignore her, or care about her like this.

Sitting upright again with a leaning body, Pei Yuanxian still looks like that toga with big sleeves flowing freely, but he doesn't care about Shen Liqing in the slightest.

"I thought I could act on the occasion, but I really can't do it. When you have seen the most beautiful flower, no, it may not be the most beautiful, but it must be the most special one, which you will always desire and cannot achieve. , looking at the others, it’s just floating clouds. Feng Nu should fasten her buttons, if Dayan Wanmin sees your appearance today, I’m afraid I’m going to go crazy.”

Shen Liqing: "..."

Unbearably ashamed and indignant, blazing with fire, Destiny Feng Nu has always been an existence that looks down upon all things and is envied by all women in the world. She is not a floating cloud, she can only be a high cloud.

"who is she?"

Pei Yuanxian ignored it, and stood up without even looking at her, "My promise to the Shen family has always been valid, and this is also the bottom line of my business for many years. Don't think too much about other things."

As he spoke, he took a step and walked away.

Leaving Shen Liqing alone, his teeth were about to crack.

**

Li Jianping brought news of Duan Shaoyi. He lives in a private house in Tongjifang, and the house is rented. The poor great painter has no tiles on his head, no space under his feet, and his life is like a weed.

Baicaoshi went there in men's clothing and brought a sharp sword. It was the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Li Jianping went to knock on the door, but no one answered for a long time. "Perhaps not at home?"

Baicaoshi didn't want to make the trip in vain, "Go and ask your neighbors about Mr. Duan's daily routine?"

Li Jianping went, but the neighbors said they didn’t know about it. Only one family had seen Duan Shaoyi. This guy was used to going in and out of the fireworks alleys.

"Forget it, bad luck, come again next time."

Just as they turned around, the door creaked and opened from the inside, revealing a small head. His hair was black, but a little messy, and he was much thinner.

Baicaoshi took a closer look, and it turned out to be... the number one oiran who disappeared in the raid.

"Green song?" Baicaoshi called out.

Green Song was probably overly frightened, her whole body was submissive, without the aura of the day when she danced all over the city, she closed the door with a swish.

"Lu Ge, please open the door, we have something to find Mr. Duan." Baicaoshi knocked on the door a few more times.

At this moment, a loud shout came from behind, "Who are you and what are you doing around my house?"

Duan Shaoyi came back, holding a piece of pork belly and a small medicine bag in his hand.

Okay, the Lord is back. "Young Master Duan, we meet again. We came here specially to find you."

Duan Shaoyi looked Baicao Poetry up and down to confirm that he had never seen it. "I don't know you, strangers are not welcome here, please go back."

It can be seen that Duan Shaoyi is very repulsive to outsiders, and Baicaoshi noticed that he looked into the courtyard when he spoke, so in the final analysis, maybe he is still a green song, afraid of meeting strangers?

"I admire Mr. Duan's painting skills very much. I want to chat with Mr. Duan and buy out the painting business."

Sure enough, Duan Shaoyi paused when he opened and closed the door. How many people are there in this world who don't bend their waists for five buckets of rice? At least at this moment, Duan Shaoyi is shy.

While he was hesitating, Li Jianping had already spoken, "My master wants to discuss business with you, don't you invite anyone in?"

"Who knows if you are really in business or have other plans? Let's go." With the mentality that one thing more is worse than one thing less, Duan Shaoyi has lost patience.

Baicaoshi stared at the medicine bag in his hand, "To be honest with Mr. Duan, I will learn a little bit about the art of Qi and Huang. Is this young master decocting medicine to treat diseases? Maybe I can offer some advice."

This touched Duan Shaoyi's sore spot, even though he didn't want to, he still invited someone in.

The room is also very simple, divided into two rooms. There is a window in the hall outside, and the door inside is locked. Baicaoshi can imagine that because of the arrival of Luge, Duan Shaoyi gave her the room and lived in the hall by herself.

Duan Shaoyi entered the inner room first, and stayed with Lu Ge for a while before coming out.

"You do what you want, I still need to decoct the medicine." Duan Shaoyi said coldly, and Duan Shaoyi had already opened the medicine bag, but when she saw those medicine ingredients, she could only stare.

What the pharmacy owner said, he could forget it after memorizing it for a long time along the way, what a pig.

He had no choice but to take out the prescription in his arms. He had the name, but he couldn't check the number.

Baicaoshi glanced at it and understood it clearly. "Mr. Duan, if I'm not mistaken, what the doctor prescribed for you is a prescription for calming the nerves and calming the mind, which was first seen in the "Medical Notes Series"." She tapped various medicines with her fingers, "Poria, Fushen, Polygala, Shichangpu, Longtooth, no, you are missing the most important medicine - ginseng."

Every time Baicaoshi said a word, Duan Shaoyi's mouth opened wide. He didn't know what "Medical Banknote Classification" was, but the doctor did tell him that it was a medicine for calming the nerves and calming the mind, and it was mainly used to treat epilepsy and confusion. The doctor also mentioned ginseng, which is the king drug of the whole prescription. At that moment, Duan Shaoyi only hated herself for spending money like water on weekdays. How much silver and money passed by in his hands like running water. As long as he saves a little, he won't be so depressed.

"Young master, you...whatever painting you want to draw, I can draw it right now, just ask... just blind ginseng."

Baicaoshi looked at Duan Shaoyi intently, feeling his helplessness, urgency and fear. "Mr. Duan, ginseng is not an ordinary medicinal material. Ginseng is very expensive. High price is one thing, and authenticity is another. Even if you buy ginseng on the market, it may be fake."

Duan Shaoyi naturally knows, but what can he do? He urgently needs ginseng to cure diseases and save lives, and now he is an ant on a hot pot.

"Two paintings, five... Can five paintings be completed? I will draw whatever you ask me to draw, even if it is a picture of a beautiful woman coming out of the bath, or a picture of an autopsy, I can draw it for you."

Baicaoshi burst into laughter, this great painter is really cute.

"A piece of ginseng, buy you the rest of your life, and only paint for me in your life, would you like it?" Baicao Shishi opened his mouth.

From hope to disappointment, and then to anger, Duan Shaoyi's gaze turned cold inch by inch, "My lord, are you entertaining me? Although I am not talented, I also have my pride. If you want to help, you can help. If you don't want me, I won't force it. The sky and the earth are big, there are always people who appreciate me and appreciate my paintings, and I can always buy ginseng."

(end of this chapter)