Uncle Hong Lou Rong

Chapter 37 Sister Feng is really pregnant
"Look at his stupidity!" Daiyu and Tanchun laughed.

Jia Rong's movements are really embarrassing. He sits on a huanghuali wooden cross, with a small board between his legs and knees, and he supports it with his left hand.A piece of white paper was pasted on the board, and Brother Rong was scribbling on it with a charcoal pencil in his right hand.

Keqing, Daiyu, and Tanchun watched from the sidelines, and the maids behind couldn't help laughing too.

Everyone knows that Uncle Rong has changed his temperament, and now he doesn't like to use his hands and feet to do shameful things.Seeing his actions now, I can't help thinking about it.

"What is this painting? Could it be the loach in the field?" Daiyu pointed to the black lines on Brother Rong's paper and said, "Loach is not like that either."

Brother Rong was also speechless. These papers can be used for ink painting and writing, but the coloring effect of charcoal pens is not good.

Miscalculated.

After practicing arranging the cables for a while, I also found the feeling of the past.

Brother Rong asked the maids to replace the paper with new ones, and said, "You guys have a good look at it now."

Everyone saw him lightly sketching with charcoal on the paper, and after a while a face gradually took shape.Brother Rong painted shadows and highlights, outlined the hair, and the people in the painting actually had some shadows of Qin Keqing.

Everyone looked at the person on the paper in disbelief, Xue Yan exclaimed: "This is Grandma Rong."

Everyone has seen the whole painting process with their own eyes. With just a few strokes, the combination of thin lines has become what it is now.It's just amazing.

Jia Rong's painting skills are not high, but they are enough to amaze everyone present.The main reason is that everyone has never seen such a painting, and was amazed by its novel way.

Goodbye, he put down the charcoal pencil, stretched out his palm and daubed on the paper.This was not enough, so the servant girl brought a cloth and continued to wipe.

Gradually……

Ruizhu said excitedly: "The grandma in the painting is alive."

Qin Keqing in the painting is shy, looking at the people outside the painting with her eyes as if alive.Everyone's eyes were wide open, even Daiyu who didn't believe that Jia Rong could paint was also shocked, looking at the people in the painting with fascination.

Keqing knows how to paint, and is also good at painting.She couldn't imagine that she didn't need any color, just used a charcoal pencil, drew simple lines, and smeared with her hands, it became a subtle and warped painting.

When they saw the sketch for the first time, they obviously received a lot of shock in their hearts.

Jia Rong was very satisfied with everyone's expressions, and was thinking about how to pretend to say a few big words.

His dear Aunt Lin refused to give up the chance, and said with pouted lips: "My father once said that this kind of painting belongs to Western people's painting method. Things are far from it."

amount……

Brother Rong didn't expect Lin Daiyu to understand these things at such a young age, so he was almost bluffed by her for a while.On second thought, no!I'm not going to compete with Western monks in painting skills, I'm proving that I can paint.

It's just that now I asked Brother Rong to ask "Aunt Lin, how does my painting look?", I always felt that something was wrong, and I was speechless for a while.

Jia Rong was a little sad. Lin Daiyu had such a sharp mouth at a young age, and she would have to wait a few years to get married.Whoever wants to take her into the room, because of her temperament, she is not only unforgiving but also jealous, so she will have to bear it in the future.

Suddenly felt sad for Lin Daiyu's husband in the future.

Goodbye, Lin Daiyu dragged Keqing and Tanchun to paint on the table, leaving Brother Rong alone in a daze.Didn't they say that women in ancient times were very magnanimous?Why do I meet people like this.

Jia Rong couldn't help but think of another vinegar pot. Sister Feng is more jealous than anyone else.

At this time, Que'er hurried up and said with a shy face, "Master, can you draw a picture for Que'er."

"Shameless little hoof." Rui Zhu cursed softly, and ran over and said, "Master, please draw a picture for Rui Zhu."

After a while, when the maids saw grandma go to the hall, they all followed Que'er Ruizhu and surrounded her.

Jia Rong was stunned.

A few scheming maids pretended to ask questions about painting, and intentionally or unintentionally leaned on him. The faint smell of gouache and rouge made Brother Rong feel dazed for a while.

These people are horrible.

Brother Rong condemned in his heart, he was too ignorant of etiquette.He also thought about the young maids in the inner house who waited on their wives and grandmas, and they rarely went out once a year, and they waited in the yard every day, let alone seeing men.So with the intention of sacrificing the small self to achieve the big self, I patiently explained painting techniques to them.

"Humph!"

A cold snort when he got up suddenly, scared all the maids to scatter.

Brother Rong was puzzled, why did they all leave?Seeing that the three of Rui Jewelry and Zhuque'er also walked a few steps away from him, he turned his head and saw that it was Lin Daiyu and Aunt Lin who had come over.

Lin Daiyu said to the snow geese and Zijuan behind her: "People in each courtyard have their own thoughts, and you will follow their example in the future. I am not as good-tempered as Brother Rong's wife. Sooner or later, I will be kicked out one by one."

Aunt Lin's words were obviously pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, Ruizhu and the others also blushed and did not dare to look up.

Brother Rong also came to his senses, and before he could say anything, he saw Lin Daiyu go back to the building to chat and laugh with Qin Keqing.It turned out that she was giving Keqing a lesson.

At this time, Rui Zhuzhu also knew that he had made a mistake, so he went back to the building to serve Keqing.

For the next few days, Lin Daiyu would come to Ningguo Mansion every afternoon to chat and paint with Keqing, sometimes accompanied by Jia Rong.Until this day, it was not Tanchun or Yingchun who accompanied Lin Daiyu, but Sister Feng.

"How can a busy person like aunt be willing to come to the East Mansion." Sister Feng has not been to Ningguo Mansion for several days. Although Qin Keqing and Jia Rong will meet each other when they go to the West Mansion, they will not chat for too long.

Lin Daiyu said happily: "My sister is happy, my wife gave my sister a holiday, so we came together."

Are you happy?
As soon as these words came out, not only Jia Rong was stunned, but Qin Keqing's expression also changed slightly.Seeing Keqing's suspicious eyes, Brother Rong cried out in his heart that he was wronged.I have never had anything with Sister Feng, the only intimate contact is to give her shoulders.

Oh, and the last time she was drunk was hugged once.

Hug it and you won't get pregnant!

Jia Rong took the lead and said, "Congratulations, auntie, how many months has it been?"

There was no trace on Sister Feng's stomach, she gave Jia Rong a blank look, and said with Keqing: "I feel unwell today, and the imperial doctor Wang Jiren of the Imperial Hospital took care of me, saying that I am pregnant, and it will be your family's turn next time." .”

"Auntie was joking, my niece and daughter-in-law just got married, how could it be so fast." Qin Keqing returned with a blushing face.Although in her heart she was somewhat resentful towards the rumors about Aunt Feng and Uncle Feng, she never revealed anything in person.

Sister Feng was not too polite, and said to Brother Rong: "Two days ago, I heard from the maids of the two prefectures that Rong'er can draw people in a western way, and I can draw people delicately. Today, I came here to ask you to draw mine. .”

"This……"

"Not willing?" Sister Feng asked.

"How can you not want to!" It's just that Brother Rong doesn't know what she means by this?Came here specifically to find a portrait of myself?

(End of this chapter)