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Chapter 95 A Woman's Jealousy

###095 Women’s Jealousy

Although he didn't dare to look at Ye Xiaolou's calligraphy and paintings affectionately on weekdays, the sadness in the past few days and the feelings buried in his heart for many years have deepened day by day. Ye Ling held the book that Ye Xiaolou had read and refused to put it down for a long time.

Finally, this feeling of knowing alone turned into peach blossom syrup. Ye Ling unfolded Ye Xiaolou's paintings one by one and looked at them again and again, unwilling to look away.

The mountains are green and the water is beautiful, even those who have never learned landscape brush and ink can feel pleasing to the eye when they look at Ye Xiaolou's paintings.What's more, she is a woman with a lot of emotions in her heart.

However, once the painting in front of him unfolded, Ye Ling's fate seemed destined to have no room for relaxation and twists and turns.

She was stunned there. If she could summon thunderstorms, she would definitely let them come in full force and sweep away all the jealousy and anger in her heart.

In the painting, a woman in apricot-colored clothes, with ice-clear jade bones, is sitting beside the Xichi Lake, with a slight smile in her eyes, and finely painted hair on her forehead, which contrasts with the water waves of the Xichi Pool. Although the painting is a night scene, It was another woman, but she couldn't hide the brilliance of the sun and the moon.

Looking at this painting again, I can't help but frown.

The woman in the painting implies a monarch, which is unlucky.

It's obviously very evil, but the painting depicts a graceful fairy. If I don't like it, what else can it be?
While thinking about it, a gust of wind and flying shadows fell behind him.

Ye Ling knew who the visitor was, but pretended not to know.He also knew that this person could hear but not see, so he began to sing poems affectionately.

Donate the remaining pieces to the river, and leave the remaining pieces to Lipu.Come to Caifangzhou, and Du Ruo will leave it to her daughter; if the time is out of date, come again, and chat with you at ease.

The reading was bumpy and blunt, but it was still sincere.After reading it, I only heard the faint duet sound coming from behind.

There are orchids in the valley and there are orchids in the river. I miss the young master but dare not speak.Looking into the distance from the desolate landscape, I can see the murmuring water.

Ye Ling seemed to have his throat blocked, but he had to pretend to be innocent and pitiful.She didn't need to add any decorations at this time. She was just feeling sad, filled with hatred and hurt.

He turned around and saluted respectfully, and said, "I don't know that Madam is here. Ye Ling was just reciting poems and didn't notice Madam that you are here. Please punish Madam."

After saying that, he knelt on the ground with a bang and kowtowed.

"Why should I punish you? It's just a poem, what's wrong with it? If I'm wrong, it's just that the poet didn't expect that future generations would read his poem, which would have wasted a lot of time and lost a few inches of his soul."

"Madam, do you know what this poem is about? Ye Ling hasn't read any books. Just reading these words correctly is already a great effort. But if you want to understand the meaning of the poem, you really don't have this ability. If Madam Ye Ling is very grateful for your willingness to inform."

Madam didn't respond for a while, and Ye Ling still lowered her head and didn't dare to raise it. It wasn't until Madam's gentle and sad voice sounded that the corner of her mouth slightly raised with a subtle smile.

"Dahurica grows in the Yuan River, and orchids grow in the Lishui River. I miss the young master but dare not say it. I am confused and look into the distance, but I can only see the water flowing slowly. I can only see the water flowing slowly."

There are complaints and sorrows, time has passed and the situation has changed, and the fallen flowers are still new sorrows.

Yeling frowned, and then said timidly: "It sounds like a sad story, but what Madam sang is from the same poet as what Yeling sang before?"

"The part you sang is about throwing the jade ring into the river, and leaving the jade pendant on the shore of the Lishui River. Pick Du Ruo on the water island where the grass is overgrown, and prepare to give it to her. It's a pity that the beautiful scenery on a good day is hard to come by. I can only take a leisurely stroll."

"It sounds like a story about two people who are in love but are not allowed to meet each other."

Ye Ling turned around and quickly rolled up the painting, as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

Hearing the whispering sound, Madam became alert and noticed it immediately.Whispered: "What are you doing?"

With a shake of his hand, the scroll fell to the ground and unfolded suddenly. "What is it? A painting?"

Ye Ling suddenly knelt down again, "No, no, it's just an ordinary painting. I'm sorting out the Guize Pavilion. It rained heavily yesterday. The Guize Pavilion was in disrepair for a long time. One of the beams collapsed and some of it was messed up. Books and calligraphy and painting.”

"Shut up, you are all trying to protect the original poster, but you know there is no benefit at all from doing so."

"Ma'am, please calm down. Ye Ling didn't mean that. Now the original poster is nowhere to be found. I'm just worried because I'm afraid you'll get angry and hurt your body."

Ye Ling apologized repeatedly and hurriedly packed up the paintings on the ground with his hands.

"This piece of Xiangjun's poem is about lovers who have a close life-and-death bond but never meet. They always wait for no one to come, and express their deep resentment to each other in desperation. But the relationship between the two is sincere and deep, despite a slight setback. , but they have not given up their pursuit and expectations, and they are unswervingly loyal, which makes people resentful."

"Resent? It sounds like a touching love story, deeply affectionate, long-lasting, and touching. How can it make people resentful? Ye Ling just sounds like it makes people sigh and yearn for it."

"What do you know about the relationship between men and women? It doesn't matter if you don't understand this kind of thing. Tell me, what kind of painting is it?"

A gust of wind like a knife slashed across the face. "If you don't talk about it, you don't want to see people with this face."

"Ma'am, I can't say."

There was another fragrant wind like a needle. Although the wound was small, it was bitingly cold. No blood was visible, but it penetrated deep into the flesh.

Yeling bit her lip and shook her head stubbornly.

"No man is worthy of you doing this, and the same goes for your poster. No man is worthy of a woman using her life to protect her. If you can't even remember this, you will accomplish nothing in the future."

A tough smile appeared on his biting lips.But he said: "I can't, madam, don't force me."

"Do you think I can't know what's on the painting because I can't see it?"

"Madam, please, no, don't force me, madam."

"This is your poster's painting. It depicts a woman, a woman who makes you heartbroken but still wants to protect her, right?"

Yeling was silent, at this moment, silence speaks louder than words.

A wise man knows that silence is sometimes more useful than words.

Ye Ling is not stupid, and when he is calm, his mind is more delicate than ordinary people.

If such a person has developed a patience that ordinary people don't have, no one will get any advantage if they become her enemy.

"Yes." He cried and cried.

"No wonder his behavior has become more abnormal than usual during the recent period. People say that the owner of Jingxiang Building has weird thoughts and is impossible to guess. I think now, anyone with a discerning eye can see his thoughts."

"Madam, I don't blame the host. Miss Xiaoyu is naturally charming. The host is indeed of age to consider marriage."

"Marriage? How can he be the master of his marriage?"

"Madam, the host has never been happy. Maybe this girl really makes the host feel happy from the bottom of his heart."

(End of this chapter)