true identity

"No! You can't like Jiang Yanyi!" Pei Lingyu got up suddenly like a corpse, and walked back and forth in front of Zhao Ci like a headless chicken: "I can't like Yang Rui either."

Why can't I like - wait, who is Yang Rui?

Zhao Ci's ears perked up, and he raised his head to look at the ants on the hot pot.

He heard a lot of things about my uncle from the mouth of the servant girl, and they all clearly said that his name is Wen Renxian, why did he suddenly become Yang Rui?Could it be——

He stared at Pei Lingyu seeing through the truth, and the latter turned to look at him when she noticed something: "What are you looking at me for?"

Zhao Ci stared at her speechlessly.The indescribable expression made her suddenly realize: "Did I say it?" Seeing him nodding, Pei Lingyu stood upright in astonishment.

"You are not allowed to speak out!"

"I won't say it!"

Two voices sounded together.

The secret was revealed, and Pei Lingyu angrily walked to Zhao Ci's side, raising her hand to vent her anger on him.Seeing her gestures, Zhao Ciyuan wanted to dodge, but out of good intentions, he felt that it would be okay to let her slap her, so he closed his eyes and reminded: "Don't slap people in the face."

Pei Lingyu couldn't do anything with his beating and scolding appearance, she laughed angrily: "You don't hide, what if I hurt you?"

Zhao Ciqian took a sneak peek, and Pei Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and he opened his eyes with a look of helplessness: "You have revealed such a big secret to me, it must be very Angry, just hit it once, it hurts as much as it hurts. And I believe that the eldest lady will have a sense of proportion." After talking about it, he still did not forget to praise her.

It was self-sacrificing for others, and flattering, a hooligan turned into a real man. This change made Pei Lingyu a little puzzled: "Are you so kind?"

"If I can, I don't want to." Being beaten for no reason, and no one would be happy, Zhao Ci said helplessly: "But I, a big man, can't fight with you, what does it look like?"

The sincerity of these words changed Pei Lingyu's view of Zhao Ci. She laughed out loud and reached out to give him a heavy blow on the shoulder: "That's right." When Zhao Ci grinned and rubbed his shoulders, she lifted the hem of her skirt and sat down beside him.

The two sat quietly for a while, Zhao Ci took out a candle from behind and handed it to Pei Lingyu: "Don't you want to sleep yet? If you stay any longer, your maid will come to you."

His kind reminder made Pei Lingyu's heart inexplicably warm, and in the dead of night, her mood was like fireflies in summer, flickering so hard to ignore.

Ying Wu is her personal maid, she knows everything about her, except for this matter, neither can nor is it easy for her to know.And Zhao Ci in front of him was a stranger.He is Jiang Yanyi's friend, and people like to flock like a group, so naturally he will not be a mean person, but before I had preconceived ideas and a strong subjective will to regard him as a villain, his performance tonight changed her greatly.Like her, he is confused and hesitant about his feelings, and he is a sympathetic person.

Under the light, his expression was gentle and friendly, and his caring eyes made her heart warm. She couldn't help it, and she really wanted to have a chat with him.

Pei Lingyu took the candle, and said slowly: "I married him because of the enviable words of a bosom friend, but after we got married, I found that Yang Rui understood me better than him. He is my husband-in-law's friend."

Green willows dance with silk ribbons, and cicadas sing about hot summer.

He was dressed in plain cloth, and the corners of the old clothes were worn out with threads. His thin shoulders propped up his white clothes. He held a pen, and the ink was stained on the robe along the tip of the pen, creating a winding river map.Without realizing it, he just stared at He Xin.

There is nothing to see in the river, but a few remnants of lotuses that have been hit by boats. The river is deep and narrow, and the two banks are close to each other. If you want to paint, you can hardly draw any artistic conception.Pei Lingyu came here to make an enviable promise, he asked her to come over and change by himself when his clothes were soiled by a clumsy servant.

Wen Renxian said that he wanted to show her his paintings, and Pei Lingyu, who went to the riverside first, waited left and right, getting restless and impatient, and wanted to leave now, at this moment, the man leaned over to paint.

It's so strange, although he was just painting, his demeanor changed drastically in an instant.He was still concentrating in a daze a moment ago, but now his aura has increased greatly. Even if it's just a low back, even if it's just a little bit of movement, Pei Lingyu is deeply attracted.

After a while, she realized that he didn't look up during the whole process of painting!

When painting with scenery, you usually paint while looking at it. How can there be such a person who concentrates on painting without looking at the scenery.

Pei Lingyu raised her skirt strangely and stepped forward to take a peek.

With just one glance, she sank completely.

She thought he was painting the remnant lotus, although the petals were knocked off by the coming and going boats, the buds were also drooping, and the green lotus leaves made it helpless, but the decadent color seemed to be its last struggle, still Try to make a midsummer momentum.However, she made a huge guess wrong, what he painted was neither a lotus nor a river, and the one with the most ink was actually an insect sitting on it.

A dragonfly with a yellow body and black wings landed on the border of the stamen and petals. One of the four-leaf venation network wings was damaged, and nearly half of the wing on the left tail was missing. flower.

When the pen is drawn on the drawing paper, the dragonfly with broken wings flies out of the flower center strangely.The dragonfly is swaying, as if it can be blown away by a gust of wind, but it spreads its wings and stands firm and fearless against the wind.

"Since what you are painting is not a real scene at all, why come here, you can just imagine at home." Pei Lingyu sneered at his unrealistic.

The man was startled, turned his head and saw Pei Lingyu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, seemed a little shy.

Pei Lingyu:?

When did she look so shy as a man?

The man pulled out a piece of paper from his sleeve, half of which was filled with words, he folded the words at the bottom, and wrote neatly on the paper: It will succeed.

"Miss, he doesn't seem to be able to speak." Ying Wu reminded Pei Lingyu.

Of course Pei Lingyu could see it too, she subconsciously felt sorry for him.

The man saw her embarrassment, smiled kindly at her and shook his hand to express that it was okay.He looked into the river and pointed it to Pei Lingyu happily and proudly. When she was surprised that the dragonfly spread its wings and flew far away, he buried himself in the paper and explained the whole story.

It turned out that the dragonfly rested on the flowers and leaves, and was almost dragged into the river by the fish in the river biting its wings.Fortunately, the dragonfly grabbed hold of all six legs tightly, and the fish didn't bite deeply, only tearing off its wings and saving its life.The buds crooked and dejected, it moved step by step to the middle of the stamen to catch its breath, and practiced flying when the water droplets on its wings were dry.

"You think it is alert and persistent, so it will definitely be able to fly away." Pei Lingyu looked at the dragonfly in the painting thoughtfully, and her posture was exactly the same as what she saw just now.It's not that he was whimsical, but that he had already expected it.

His confidence made her look at him with admiration, and just as he was about to ask, Wen Renxian rushed to him in time and shouted: "Yang Rui, why are you here?"

Wen Renxian pushed Pei Lingyu behind with a look of vigilance, and looked at the two of them with a frank and cheerful expression: "I took Lingyu to see the painting, but you came anyway." He seemed to deliberately pass the introduction, and smiled and took Pei Lingyu Pointing down at the wooden table, his complexion suddenly changed: "Where are you painting?"

"Yang Rui, where did you get the painting?" Wen Renxian poured his anger on Yang Rui.Yang Rui tried to defend himself, but Wen Renxian threw away the yellow paper he picked up.

"Husband, what's going on, why do you ask him for your painting, and who is he?" Pei Lingyu was at a loss.

Wen Renxian didn't explain, and angrily led Pei Lingyu away from the river as if avoiding disaster.After Pei Lingyu asked, he left in a bad mood, and when he got annoyed with the question, he used "friend" as a perfunctory excuse.Pei Lingyu obviously felt that her husband's attitude towards her had changed since that day.He was sensitive and suspicious, and even arbitrarily put her pen and ink on the shelf.

Although Pei Lingyu was dissatisfied, she still wanted to reconcile. After she showed weakness first, she finally restored her husband's smile.

One day, Yang Rui came to visit with a painting, and it happened that Wenrenxian was not there. Pei Lingyu was impressed by his painting skills and treated him like a friend.He took out the scroll and expressed that Wen Renxian liked his painting before, bought it with a lot of money, and let him put it on the shore.Yang Rui felt that the painting was not good, so he wanted to buy it that day, but he saw the scene of fish eating dragonflies by the river.

He didn't expect Wen Renxian to bring his wife to see the painting, and he didn't expect him to be so angry, so he brought his own painting today to apologize.

Pei Lingyu was annoyed that her husband lied to her. She originally said that she saw that her paintings were actually other people's works. When she opened the scroll, the anger in her stomach disappeared, and she was instantly startled by Yang Rui's masterpiece.

It's a picture of a beauty.

And, it seems to be herself.

Yang Rui felt bad after sending out the picture. Before Pei Lingyu finished savoring it carefully, she took back the scroll, turned around and left with a flushed face, before walking a few steps, hurriedly lowered her head and wrote a few words, turned to Pei Lingyu, bowed her head again and rushed out.

Madam's works are famous, how dare I make a mistake.

So he wrote.

He knew her and knew her work!

He is obviously better than her in skills, yet he has no name so far. She feels reckless at the loss of his talent, and it is ridiculous that she is complacent about taking advantage of her father's name and power to achieve something.

Thinking of the lifelike picture of a beauty who was more vivid and beautiful than herself just now, Pei Lingyu's heartstrings were plucked by invisible hands, and her chest seemed to be filled and hollowed out by something all of a sudden.