Xiangshuai is coming to the painting!

Xiangshuai is coming to the painting!

Author: You Huan

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Yuan Ye was an illustrator who accidentally traveled through time. In order to make a living, he began to draw erotic palaces.

I thought that I would just live the days of counting money and get cramps in my hands, and reach the pinnacle of life, but...

Nima!Who can tell him why there is Chu Liuxiang in this world!

Chu Liuxiang: "Since I met a erotic painter, my [beep──] technique has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, so I decided to repay him personally.

Yuan Ye: "...=mouth=!"

Content tags: Jianghu grievances, three teachings, nine favorites, martial arts

Search keywords: Protagonist: Yuan Ye, Chu Liuxiang┃Supporting roles: Xie Yunqing, Yuan Suiyun, Wuhua┃Others: Legend of Chu Liuxiang

erotic painter

The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung tree, shedding a soft brilliance lightly.At this time, everything should be quiet, but in some places, the real noise has just begun.

Zuichunlou is one of the most famous brothels in the south of the Yangtze River. It is built next to the lake, with three floors and gorgeous decoration.The women who greeted and sent off at the door were all charming and lovely, and they just stood there with a smile on their lips, and they hooked people's souls away.

Chun Niang, the old bustard of Zuichunlou, is a shrewd and capable woman. Since she took over Zuichunlou, she has managed it prosperously and her reputation has greatly increased.At this time, she did not entertain guests in the building, but stood at the door, paced and looked anxiously into the distance, as if she was waiting for someone.

The servant at the side asked: "Mom, is Mr. Ye not coming?"

Chun Niang glared at him, "Don't talk nonsense! How could Mr. Ye break his promise? You go and clean up first, and don't neglect the distinguished guests."

"Hey, good."

After a while, a young man in green shirt walked slowly towards here.He has a slender figure, rather thin like a literati, with a wooden box on his back.This flower street is full of people coming and going, but he does not look aside, walking steadily, like a scholar who is going to Beijing to rush for an exam, out of tune with the noise around him.

Seeing this person, Chunniang's eyes lit up immediately, and she quickly walked up to him.

This young man is about 20 years old, with a peach blossom face, warm and delicate eyebrows.There was a faint smile on his face, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face, which made people feel very comfortable.

Chun Niang bowed to him and asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Ye Shisan Ye?"

The young man smiled faintly, and said: "It's just coming down. The carriage broke down on the road, and the time was delayed. Please forgive me, Mom."

"It's okay, it's okay," Chunniang shook her head again and again, "It's an honor to invite you to my house, sir, but what you say is a disgrace to my house. Please come in quickly, sir."

The young man called Mr. Ye nodded, and followed Chun Niang into Zuichun Tower.

Chun Niang said: "Sir, I know that this time, I invite you to take a portrait of Lian Yue and prepare for a month later."

Yuan Ye nodded, and said: "I have heard about Miss Lianyue's reputation for a long time, now I have a chance to paint, forget it but make a wish."

Chun Niang said: "Sir, what else do you need? Feel free to ask."

Yuan Ye said: "Without him, I can start writing tomorrow."

Chunniang greeted him again, led him to an elegant and quiet room at the end of the third floor, and left.

As soon as Yuan Ye entered the room, he put down the painting box on his back and flung himself onto the soft couch in the inner room.

"My God, I can finally have a good rest." He hugged the quilt, rolled lazily, and murmured: "The service industry in ancient times was really developed, even a painter was paid so well. It’s definitely worth it this time.”

That's right, he is not from this world, he just caught the tail of the trend and crossed bloodily.

In the 21st century, he was an illustrator, but he died suddenly because he stayed up late to catch up on his work, and he came here as soon as he opened his eyes.The original owner is a down and out scholar, with no relatives and no reason, and can only make a living by selling paintings.It's a pity that he didn't have much fame. Even if he had good painting skills, he could barely make ends meet. Later, he caught a cold and died.

This body has been deprived of nutrition for many years and is emaciated, worse than his original homeboy.After coming here, Yuan Ye spent his savings in a few days, picked up the scholar's pen, and resumed his old business.

Later, he accidentally discovered that in the gallery, a copy of Erotic Palace was more expensive than ten of his paintings, but when he opened it, it was not satisfactory and had no aesthetic feeling.This ancient brothel is full of houses, far from being comparable to the modern red light district, but there are few painters who paint erotic palaces, so he found a business opportunity.

Thinking back then, he was also a painter who had painted countless erotica, so the little erotic palace is naturally not a problem.He gritted his teeth and took out all his savings, and went to the brothel to broaden his horizons. After knowing it well, he drew a set of erotic pictures according to the style that the people here liked.

When the gallery owner saw it, his eyes lit up immediately, and he immediately signed a contract with him.This "Thirty-six Erotic Styles" was successfully published, and it set off a wave of enthusiasm in the market with its novel style of painting and eclectic images. "Ye Shisan" was his pen name in his previous life, and he became popular because of this.Yuan Ye took this opportunity to paint several picture albums such as "The Secret Opera of Mandarin Duck" and "Treasure of the Wind and Moon" in a row, earning a fortune.

After traveling for three years, he has firmly secured the throne as the number one painter in the Fengyue world, and his value has been rising steadily.

Of course, he not only painted erotic palaces, but also made portraits of some courtesan and famous prostitutes. Although the asking price was high, it could increase their social status.Originally, a series of erotic palaces were sold, and he was planning to take a break for a while, travel or something, and it happened that the oiran Lianyue of Zuichunlou was bidding on the first night of next month. The plan is to wait until this ticket is finished before taking a good look around Jiangnan.

Yuan Ye was an orphan in the 21st century and had nothing to worry about. When he came here, his life didn't change much.The only unbearable thing is the absence of mobile phones and computers, which are the natal treasures of nerds.

In short, no matter how you say it, now you don’t have to worry about eating and drinking.Close your eyes, and Yuan Ye will fall asleep with the pillow on her head—tomorrow I will see a beautiful woman, and the dark circles under my eyes must fade away!

In the early morning, Yuan Ye woke up to the sound of birdsong. After eating a hearty breakfast, he started his painting career.

Lian Yue was wearing a white gauze dress, the soft fabric stuck to her smooth white jade-like skin, outlining a graceful figure.

She sat quietly in front of a guqin, with her hands resting on the strings, and with slight movements of her hands, a string of light, crisp and pleasant piano sounds came out.

Yuan Ye stood quietly in front of the table, first closed his eyes, listened to the rare piano sound for a while, and after a stick of incense, he picked up a wolf hair on the table, concentrated and calmed down, and sketched it on the rice paper.

There was a faint blush on Lianyue's beautiful face, and her charming eyes looked at him from time to time.Although the young man who is writing is a little thin and thin, his waist is straight, like a green bamboo.There was a strange smile on his handsome face, his movements were smooth and flowing, and he exuded an indescribable demeanor.

The soft and graceful piano music is lingering in the heart, accompanied by the elegant incense lit in the room, dyeing the atmosphere a little bit charming.

The scene of one person playing the piano and one person painting is really quiet and harmonious, just like a pair of talented and beautiful couples, playing the piano and playing harmoniously.

Yuan Ye is a little excited now.Not only because he saw a rare beauty in this world, but also because this beauty is slowly blooming under his pen.

People who engage in art are more or less fanatical. People like Yuan Ye, who were once dubbed art ruffians, have a special obsession with painting beauties.His slightly fiery eyes even made Lianyue feel a little hot on her cheeks.

The beauty under the brush gradually takes shape, like a girl who is still holding a pipa half-hidden, slowly revealing her delicate and beautiful face.

After a long while, Yuan Ye put down the wolf hair, changed a pen and wrote: Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon.

The qin music gradually faded away, and Chun Niang opened the door and came in, admiring again and again: "Young master's paintings are really wonderful in the world, look at our moon girl is three points beautiful!"

Lianyue's eyes were condensed with watery tenderness, she looked at him wanting to speak, and said softly: "Mr. Thank you."

Yuan Ye waved his hand, rolled up the dried painting, looked up and saw Lian Yue's shy face.

Fuck!This girl must have taken a fancy to me!

However, Yuan Ye is no longer a fledgling boy, and this kind of scene has happened countless times, so he calmly handed the painting to Chun Niang, as if he didn't see the beautiful eyes full of affection, and ran out quickly.

To marry a wife or something, you have to be as cold and noble as his goddess Liu Yifei, who does not eat fireworks!In the past, Yuan Ye's computer desktop was Liu Yifei's version of Little Dragon Girl, and the version of the goddess was his favorite!

But if he is spotted by a beauty, he is still very attractive →_→

Chatting up in a restaurant

Yuan Ye is a person who loves to enjoy himself, not to mention he is also considered a rich man now.

At this moment, he ordered a large table of dishes and was working hard.

Yixiangju is well-known for its exquisite and delicious dishes, and has attracted many people from all walks of life who are not so financially strapped.

Chinese people have a dinner table culture, eat and drink enough, and talk nonsense, so restaurants have always been a gathering place for big and small news.

His subordinates kept working, and when he was filling his stomach, Yuan Ye stuffed a lot of news into his ears, ranging from the latest edict issued by the emperor to the small thing that the owner's dog ate the west's chicken...

"Hey, have you heard? In half a month, Lianyue, the oiran of Zuichunlou, will be bidding for the first night auction!" A diner not far away seemed to lower his voice, but his voice spread throughout the restaurant.

"Of course, I heard that Miss Lianyue is both talented and beautiful! I don't know why the bustard of Zuichunlou is going to make a fuss for this upright official."

This kind of conversation always attracts the attention of men, and seeing the diners around have looked over, the man who spoke first proudly said: "But there is still one more thing to do."