Ever since Ji Fusheng left that day, Jiang Ling had been alone in deep thought for a long time.

That night, she mustered up the courage to tell Zhan Zhan that she wanted to learn painting from Ji Zheng.

The man was just surprised and nodded in agreement.

This was a reaction Jiang Ling didn't expect at all.

She felt uneasy and couldn't help but look at her husband. The clear light was draped over his cold clothes. He had been extremely busy recently. His eyes only moved away from the file for a moment, and then he started to make notes without changing his expression. .

He doesn't seem to care much about his wife and getting along with her foreign husband.

In Jiang Ling's impression, nothing seems to affect Bu Zhan's mood. His eyebrows are always light, and from that slowness, one can see a bit of indifference. His whole person seems to be soaked in The jade at the bottom of the water is cold and clean. It is more like the moonlight falling into the lake. No matter how hard she fishes, she can't fish it out.

For no reason, the girl's eyes darkened slightly.

It was only for a moment that she covered her eyes with thoughts, walked obediently to the table, and ground the thick ink for him.

Bu Zhan liked to ask her to be by his side when dealing with official duties.

She usually had nothing to do. After polishing the ink, she would stand by the table boredly, bringing him water and tea from time to time, and occasionally organizing documents for him.

Bu Zhan knew that she was literate, but he did not shy away from her when copying files.

He doesn't need to avoid her.

"What else?"

Seeing her standing there in a trance, Bu Zhan raised his eyelids slightly and asked.

Jiang Ling bit her lip nervously: "No, no more."

The man's eyes were extremely deep and fell on her for a moment. Then, he straightened up slightly and put away his pen and ink.

"I've been busy with official duties these days. If I don't return to the prime minister's house, you don't have to wait for me."

Jiang Ling lowered his head and said politely: "Okay."

…

The next day, she came to Danqing Tower as promised.

The waiter in the shop still recognized her and warmly welcomed her upstairs. When she pushed the door open, she was greeted by the aroma of tea. Ji Zheng was sitting at the low table warming tea and had been waiting for her for some time.

Seeing her arriving as promised, a happy smile appeared on the corner of the man's lips.

When we met for the second time, Jiang Lingshang was still a little cautious.

Ji Fusheng, however, was not at all restrained and generously poured her a full cup of tea, then slowly spread out the rice paper.

Jiang Ling hasn't used a paintbrush in some time.

When she started writing again, she was not unfamiliar at all. She dipped the tip of the pen into ink, and when she made a stroke, the ink flowed very smoothly.

Ji Zheng, who was sitting on the opposite side, raised his chin slightly.

Being stared at by the other party like this, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The hand holding the pen trembled, and she suddenly dropped an ink bean. At the same time, a very patient voice came from above her head: "No hurry."

His voice was gentle and he said slowly:

"Madam, you haven't used a paintbrush for some time. Let's get familiar with controlling the brush first and get back the feeling of using the brush before."

Jiang Ling tightened her grip on the pen and nodded solemnly.

Ji Fusheng is good at painting landscapes, and is especially fond of the water flow of rivers. What Jiang Ling will paint today is a splash-ink landscape painting. She closes her eyes, feels the shape of the landscape in her chest, and starts writing.

After just a few strokes, she suddenly heard a voice:

"Did you study under Ning Hengshan before?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ling's eyes widened in surprise.

"Exactly."

With just a few strokes, how could he recognize at a glance who he had studied under before?

Seeing the shock on her face, Ji Fusheng curled his lips proudly.

"That old man from Ning Hengshan challenged me every day and criticized me for being heretical. When he saw me on the street, he wanted to tear me to pieces. But having said that, although the old man scolded me every day, his painting skills were still very good. He was the one who went up As I get older, some things in my paintings are too rigid, such as the brushwork here..."

In just one morning, Jiang Ling harvested many novel things.

Ji Zheng's teaching was very different from that of teachers such as Ning and Sun. When she was attending classes in the palace when she was a child, those teachers usually taught a lot of theoretical knowledge, but here at Ji Zheng, there were no such complicated theoretical points, only Such a simple thing as drawing.

In the afternoon, Ji Fusheng went out for a trip.

When she came back, the painting she had written was seventy-eight percent completed.

She thought she would get some judgment from the other party, but unexpectedly, he just picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, and then put it back on the table.

There is no affirmation and no negation.

He let Jiang Ling follow his heart.

Before I knew it, dusk had fallen.

The autumn day in Kyoto was approaching dusk, and the sky had become gray very early. Jiang Ling put away the pen and paper without finishing her thoughts, stood up and bowed respectfully to the man.

Just when she was about to leave, she suddenly heard the other party say: "Wait a minute."

The girl paused, turned around and looked over.

Ji Fusheng thought for a while and took out something from his sleeve.

"Here, I'll give this to you."

She took it curiously and found that it was actually a box of rouge.

Jiang Ling hurriedly took half a step back.

Fang was about to refuse, but the other party laughed and said: "Madam, don't be alarmed, I don't mean anything else. It's just that although the makeup on Madam's face is beautiful, it seems to be the makeup used in the palace in the early years. This is the latest trend in Kyoto. This rouge is extremely popular in Beijing, would you like to try it, madam?"

Ji Zheng speaks sincerely.

If the other party had given him something else, Jiang Lingjian would not have refused his kindness, but what he had in front of him was a box of rouge.

When a man gives a woman rouge, it is usually to show his affection and love. Although she knows that Ji Zheng is upright and upright, she would never dare to accept such an ambiguous thing.

When I was struggling, I heard the other party slowly say:

"The paint on Madam's face is pure red. Even though it is dispersed with peach blossom powder, the color is still a bit dull. It would be better to use a pinker rouge to match Madam's skin tone. Not only that, the clothes you are wearing are also from earlier years. Popular style. Although the fabric of the clothes is of high quality, the style is a bit old, and this bun..."

Ji Fusheng was eloquent and Jiang Ling was dumbfounded.

After a long while, she came back to her senses and swallowed.

"I never thought you would choose these."

He smiled without hiding it at all, "I've been picked on by others before."

"What about her? Where is that girl? Why haven't I seen her with you?"

The other party suddenly fell silent.

At this moment, Jiang Ling saw extremely sad emotions in his eyes. After a moment, he lowered his thick eyelashes and said in a very soft voice:

"She died."

Jiang Ling was stunned for a moment and looked apologetic.

Ji Fusheng waved his hand and forced a smile. A pair of dimples appeared at the corners of his lips, and he shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "I won't mention the past anymore. Keep this rouge. Tomorrow will be the same time and place." "

"Thank you, Mr. Ji."

The other party gently tapped her head with a fan.

"Why do you still call me Mr. Ji?"

Jiang Ling was startled at first, then smiled brightly when he realized what he was doing.

The little girl's tone was more lively than ever:

"Thank you, Teacher Ji."

…

In the days that followed, as soon as Jiang Ling opened her eyes, she headed towards Danqing Tower.

Ji Zhengtong told her that flowing water would not be bound by the scroll, and so should human nature.

In the first few days, she didn't quite understand what Ji Zheng meant.

Starting from the third day, she would leave the Danqing Building half an hour early and go to the market.

On the fourth day, she tried to use the box of rouge given to her by Ji Zheng.

On the sixth day, she put on the latest style of dress in Kyoto.

On the eighth day, she learned to do the most popular bun among girls in the capital.

The tenth day.

She finally completed a relatively satisfactory painting and exchanged the painting for silver at the Danqing Building.

Taking the banknote, Jiang Ling first bought two jugs of good wine and gave them to Ji Fusheng, and then asked Lu Wu to secretly give some money to Ayan. Although she often came to Danqing Building, she did not dare to meet Ayan directly for fear that she would Implicating him also caused his father to scold him.
To be continued...