Madam, let's steam buns together

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Zhang Xieyi and Prime Minister Zhang are indeed a beautiful man with amazing talents, but Zhang Huaruo's reputation outside has been too loud for so many years. When people talk about Zhang Xieyi, the first thing they think is the prime minister. The second cognition is Zhang Huaruo's father, so it ignores that Zhang Xieyi's appearance is already a handsome man.

Since the current emperor was still the prince, Zhang Xieyi has been taking care of him. At that time, the former emperor was still there. Zhang Xieyi often went in and out of the harem, and had a close relationship with the prince. It is human that the prince has some different feelings for him over time. common sense.

The more this guest thought about it, the more he felt that his analysis was well-founded, and he almost had to stamp it for authentication.

There were more and more people coming and going on the street, and a small queue began to line up in front of the steamed stuffed bun stand. The customer left quietly after getting the three steamed stuffed buns he had ordered, leaving Yang Dabao busy with his business. Think about it.

Yang Dabao has increased the quantity of egg heart quicksand buns today, but the supply is still in short supply. Many people who don't eat buns on weekdays come here to try it.

There were a lot of people coming here. Some bought buns and felt that they should eat with other foods. Some saw that the queue was too long and gave up buying buns for the time being. They turned around and went to the nearby porridge stalls and cake stalls to buy breakfast. The business is very good, and other stall owners are smiling and entertaining customers warmly.

Liu Qingsu just came to Chang'an City yesterday, and from now on he will be able to have a place in the world-famous Qingyifang. It's hard work, so he must seize this hard-won opportunity so that he can settle in Chang'an City smoothly and make a name for himself , in the next five years, earn enough money to spend for a lifetime, and you will be comfortable in the future.

It was only the second day after arriving in Chang'an City, and he couldn't wait to ask the most famous painter in Chang'an City to give him a portrait. Hanging it out in Qingyifang, the sooner he can implement his plan.

Painter Lu Zhiyou is well-known in the world of painters, just because he is somewhat aloof by nature, and he also learned from Qin Buyi, a painter who specializes in pornographic paintings. Although his painting skills are superb, he has never been on the stage. In the nobleman's private room, he is the favorite to hire him to paint.

He is good at figure portraits, especially good at pornography. He has learned ten percent of his master's craft, and he has reached the point where he is better than blue. To such an extent that people look at the portraits in the portraits and their hearts are moved, but when they see the real people, they find that they are just plausible portraits.

Let’s say it’s not like me, but it’s true that you can still find out who is in the portrait through the portrait.

Let’s say it looks like me, it’s really against my will, the difference between a portrait and a real person is simply the difference between a butterfly and a moth.

Lu Zhiyou is a portrait of a person who can draw such a realm.

From Qingyifang to Lu Zhiyou's residence, the nearest road is to pass the street where Yang Dabao lives. Liu Qingsu got up early in the morning to freshen up. His face is more refined.

He wanted to present his best state in front of Lu Zhiyou, so after getting into the carriage, he quickly closed his eyes and took a light sleep.

It was very early, and logically speaking, the street should be very quiet. Hearing the increasingly lively voices in front of him, Liu Qingsu couldn't help raising the curtain to look at it curiously, and asked Azhan beside him: "Everyone in Chang'an is so early?" Are you starting to get busy?"

Azhan is the entourage that Qing Yifang arranged for him just last night, and he also looks at a loss knowing nothing at the moment: "I don't know, it doesn't seem to be so early on weekdays."

When the carriage arrived near the steamed stuffed bun stall, Azhan saw the largest crowd gathered in one place, and immediately understood everything: "So it's because of him."

Liu Qingsu looked at Azhan curiously, and motioned for Azhan to speak clearly.

Azhan explained: "I heard from Ah Wen that they said that Mr. Zhang Huaruo's steamed stuffed bun stand sold a super delicious steamed stuffed bun yesterday, and they said they would continue to sell it today. They said that the steamed stuffed bun was delicious. People are here today to buy that steamed stuffed bun, no wonder there are so many people on this street so early, I heard that dozens of steamed stuffed buns were sold yesterday, the quantity is very small, everyone wants to try it, naturally That’s why I’m willing to get up so early.”

... It was Zhang Huaruo again.

Liu Qingsu was in a bad mood when she heard this name, she put away her original expression of interest, sat back to her original position indifferently and continued to rest.

Lu Zhiyou's residence is not too far away, and within three minutes of burning incense, Liu Qingsu got his wish and became the first guest Lu Zhiyou received today. The three paintings were all for pornography.

Wearing only hazy tulle, Liu Qingsu posed seductively on the soft couch, staring at the quiet painting road over there.

He only heard that Lu Zhiyou's Yanhua painting skills are superb, but he never knew that Lu Zhiyou had such a handsome face, a slender figure, and an image of a modest gentleman. It is attractive and makes this boring painting time more interesting.

From time to time, Lu Zhiyou raised his eyes to see Liu Qingsu's state, and lowered his head to paint silently. Even if Liu Qingsu was trying to seduce him at this moment, he was unmoved, as if in front of him was not a nearly naked beauty, but a strangely shaped potted plant , in his pen is nothing more than a pile of inkblots.

After Lu Zhiyou put down the brush and rested it on the pen pillow, Liu Qingsu realized that the first painting was finished, moved his stiff body, and couldn't wait to run over to admire the portrait that Lu Zhiyou had painted for him.

With just one glance, Liu Qingsu was stunned. As expected, he is indeed a well-known painter in the world of pornographic paintings. He painted seven points of his three points of seductiveness, and the remaining three points were ambiguous, even he himself did not like it. I can't believe he is as charming as in the picture.

If the guests in the building took a look at this painting, how could those people still hold on to it.

Liu Qingsu was very satisfied with the effect, and leaned against Lu Zhiyou. He liked Lu Zhiyou's handsome appearance, and he liked Lu Zhiyou's painting skills even more, so it was not wrong to recruit him as a guest under the curtain.

What he didn't expect was that before he actually leaned on Lu Zhiyou, Lu Zhiyou had already stepped back half a step, and then said indifferently: "My lord, respect yourself."

Liu Qingsu

I was amused all of a sudden, this Lu Zhiyou clearly knew what he was doing, and the customers he met on weekdays must not be serious people, but now Lu Zhiyou put on a serious look and refused him to approach, but it was called Liu Qingsu was more interested in him.

This man's prudishness is cuter than his serious painting.

Lu Zhiyou finished a painting very quickly, but no one could stand the time of putting two sticks of incense in the same pose. Liu Qingsu took a short break and discussed with Lu Zhiyou what should be done for the second painting. What.

As he was talking, Liu Qingsu thought that he had never seen Zhang Huaruo in person. He felt that there should be a portrait of Zhang Huaruo here by Lu Zhiyou, and wanted to see Zhang Huaruo in Lu Zhiyou's pen and compare it with his own painting.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhiyou replied: "No."

Liu Qingsu didn't believe it: "He is the most famous beauty in the world. There must be many people who want to collect his portraits. How can you not draw them? If it's about money, I'm willing to bid for one of his paintings, and you can take it Come let me take a look and see how amazing he looks, so that everyone can unanimously say that he is the number one beauty."

Lu Zhiyou glanced at the newly painted painting on the table, and insisted: "If you don't have it, you don't have it. If you really know me well, you should know that I never draw Zhang Huaruo."

Lu Zhi said seriously, not as if he was lying, Liu Qingsu was half convinced: "Why don't you draw him, is it because you haven't seen him with your own eyes yet?"

If Lu Zhiyou didn't draw Zhang Huaruo, then the reason could only be because Lu Zhiyou didn't know what Zhang Huaruo looked like and had never seen Zhang Huaruo with his own eyes, Liu Qingsu thought so.

Lu Zhiyou was very calm, and told the real reason: "I don't draw, because I can't draw."

It took Liu Qingsu a long time to understand the meaning of Lu Zhiyou's words. He stood up excitedly, looked at his lifelike portrait, and couldn't believe it: "With your painting skills, you said you couldn't draw Him? What are you kidding!"

"I'm not kidding. There are two people in this world. No matter how I paint, I can't paint their looks and demeanor. Zhang Huaruo is one of them. If I could paint, I would have done it long ago. When it comes to figure painting, there are still people in this world. Who dares to say that it can draw better than me."

Lu Zhiyou said quietly, with a trace of natural arrogance, he regretted that he couldn't draw Zhang Huaruo, but he didn't take it too seriously.

"I don't believe it, you can definitely draw it."

What a joke, how can there be people in the world who cannot be drawn with a brush.

"Even if I draw a work that doesn't satisfy me, I will not admit that it was mine, let alone let it spread. If you can't draw, you can't draw." Lu Zhiyou stood up calmly and made an invitation Poses, "Young master, we've come to this point in the chatter, and it's time for us to start drawing the second picture."

Liu Qingsu stared at Lu Zhiyou, clenched his hands tightly, unwilling to believe it was true.

Lu Zhiyou can draw him on paper with ease, but he can't draw Zhang Huaruo's demeanor, how big is the gap during this period, can he not know?How can this be!

A desire to compete for power surged from the bottom of my heart, Liu Qingsu leaned on the soft couch, and actually made a bold move, a broken voice overflowed from her throat, adding to the ambiguity in the already lively and fragrant room.

Lu Zhiyou's pen-holding hand paused slightly, and he still calmly painted this picture of a fragrant beauty.

Near noon, the three erotic pictures were completed, Lu Zhiyou collected the money, handed the paintings to Azhan, and sent the two of them out of the yard without leaving Liu Qingsu for a moment.

Because the guests in the afternoon had agreed that Lu Zhiyou would come to paint, so Lu Zhiyou returned to the studio where he was painting just now, and began to pack his most convenient set of painting tools.

There was a translucent screen behind the soft couch where Liu Qingsu had been lying. At this moment, there was a sound of chains dragging and colliding on the ground, and the dull clanging sound came to Lu Zhiyou's ears, and he obviously slowed down. The act of tidying up the painting utensils seemed to be waiting for someone to appear.

A figure appeared behind the screen, but did not come out, just stood there through the screen, making fun of Lu Zhiyou: "Such a beauty is clearly seducing you, but you are still so puzzled and indifferent, aren't you a man?"

Lu Zhiyou ignored him, the expression on his face became sullen after the person appeared behind the screen compared to the indifferent expression on his face when he faced Liu Qingsu before, he packed up his painting utensils, turned around and left the studio.

The person behind the screen obviously didn't expect him to treat him like this, he was stunned for a while, and then he was guilty and complained: "It's getting more and more disrespectful."

It's a pity that Lu Zhiyou could no longer hear his words.

Liu Qingsu originally wanted to go directly back to Qingyifang, admiring the three portraits of himself in the carriage, seeing that he was very bright and moving in the portraits, he should have been very happy, but he kept thinking about Lu Zhiyou's indifference towards him His attitude, as well as the words about Zhang Huaruo, became more and more frustrated, and the more he looked at his portrait, the more unpleasant he was, so he threw it aside.

Opening the curtains to look outside is also to get some air so that I don't feel so stuffy.

Seeing the street ahead, Liu Qingsu remembered what Azhan had said to her, and suddenly had an idea in her heart.

"Azhan."

"My lord, what do you want to order?" Azhan quickly popped a head from the outside and got into the carriage.

"Stop by that so-and-so's steamed stuffed bun stand later, I'm going to get out of the car and buy some steamed stuffed buns."

Azhan couldn't help laughing: "My lord is talking about Yang Dabao's steamed stuffed bun stall?"

Liu Qingsu didn't know if it was true, he was taking a deep breath to try to calm himself down, so as not to show annoying emotions later: "It's the steamed stuffed bun that married Zhang Huaruo."

There was no beginning or end of the sentence, but Azhan still understood it, and turned to talk to the driver, while Liu Qingsu hurriedly adjusted his state and dressed himself in the carriage.

Not long after the carriage stopped, Azhan reminded Liu Qingsu outside: "Master, the steamed stuffed bun stand is here, what flavor do you want to eat? Azhan will buy it for you."

Liu Qingsu stopped him: "No need!"

Azhan was puzzled, Liu Qingsu lifted the curtain at this time, with a confident and arrogant attitude in the corner of his eyes: "I will go down and buy it myself."