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Of course the eldest sister's young lady wants to arrange the young master's marriage, but she is unmarried herself, so she can only ask me to find out in many ways.Moreover, the young master seemed to be aware of the young lady's thoughts this time, and he attended several banquets with a cold face, completely disregarding the young lady's wishes and mediation efforts.

The silent barrier between siblings has not been eliminated because of the long-term calm, and the relationship has even become more rigid.

I shook my head helplessly and said no.The young lady's look of anticipation went completely cold.

My lady and I both understand that having an amazingly beautiful elder sister may be a great test for Young Master Jingfeng's marriage, but we always feel that he should understand when he matures.However, the time now seems a bit too late.The young lady couldn't wait to finalize the young master's marriage so that he wouldn't go further down the wrong path.

An event from long ago came to my mind.

When the master was alive, he once punished the young master for a month, so he could only stay in his study and recite some classics about morality and shame and love for fellow countrymen every day.Because that time, Young Master Jingfeng actually went to peek at his eldest sister, Miss Shen Kong, taking a bath. At that time, Young Master had just started to learn about western painting, and had even painted many women's body paintings.The young master who chanted the slogan of the liberation of humanity had already annoyed the master, let alone the fact that the young master would be so bold as to peek at his sister taking a bath.

On weekdays, the gentle and gentle master rarely hits people, but after he slapped the young master a few times that day, he fell ill and laid the groundwork for his later death from heart disease.

I still remember the eyes of the young master when I went to deliver food to the young master in those few days.

Everyone in Qingkong's family has beautiful black eyes without exception. The young master who was grounded suddenly lost a lot of weight, and his eyes protruded, cursing everything he saw with deep-seated hatred for no reason.It's really hard to describe the eyes, but the emotion in those eyes is too intuitive, it's hatred, pure hatred.The blackness that devours the pure hatred.

I shook my head to dispel the shock brought by those eyes, and reported to the lady with the draft I had already typed.

"The young master usually hides in the room and paints when he comes back this time. It seems to be a painting of a woman, but I can't get close to see it. The young master is very wary of our whole family. Miss, you should go and talk to him. Talk, he only listens to you, and you know that only you can persuade him."

The young lady showed a determined expression: "This kind of thing can't be left to him. It would be great if you could know whose daughter the person in the painting is. There is no other way, contact the parents of these families for me."

"Miss." I called out in a low voice, hoping that the lady would think again.

"Happy Spring Rain." The young lady's voice became majestic, and I looked up at her. The vermilion round animal pattern on the center of her eyebrows had a cruel feeling.Her black eyes glanced at me flickeringly, and I lowered my head in fear.

The young lady's voice was a little harsh: "You can pay attention to the young master's situation these few days. As his elder sister, I have specially ordered you. What can you do, what can you listen to, what can you know and remember? I think I don't need to say more. Now you have to obey my words completely, there is only one sentence, you are responsible to me. "

"But miss," I didn't know why I suddenly asked rebelliously, and I didn't care about slapping my mouth to punish my teeth for being lax, so I rushed to say: "You are too sensitive about the young master's affairs, recently you It’s not as stable as usual. You should know better than me how the young master’s affairs are, and you should have more say than me. However, as your loyal housekeeper, I should also remind you that there have been too many banquets at home recently. There have been discussions among the ladies for a long time, which is not a very good signal."

My young lady seemed to have expected me to say this long ago. The head, like an exquisite ancient Greek work of art, remained motionless gracefully, and the black hair swaying under the blowing of the fan at home was like an abyss without any bright feeling.On that flawless face, there was only a suspicious expression that was obviously intentional.The young lady bit her bright red lips, she looked like an ordinary girl who was thinking about herself, she just blinked her black eyes and looked at me.

"Here," the lady handed me a bunch of keys, "you can go and see the old notes in Xiaofeng's room. I don't want to hide anything from you, because I can't let curiosity kill my most loyal assistant, You have to be careful, don't let Xiaofeng find out. But you have to promise to help me after you know the truth."

"Miss."

When I yelled this, I couldn't control the trembling of my voice, and I took it with both hands respectfully.But the young lady stopped looking at me and picked up the paintbrush by herself.

In front of her was the unfinished painting of a woman that day, and the painting and easel were moved to the young lady's own room.She was naturally busy when she was busy with banquets and entertainment, and she didn't have time to paint, so now she just sits there whenever she has time.However, I remember that the painting was roughly completed a few days ago, and the young lady would sit there and paint whenever she had free time, but I couldn't see any changes in the woman in the painting at all.

The current young lady is also holding a paintbrush, close to the painting, as if she is sketching something very seriously.Because of the uneven light and shade in the design of this room, the lady who stood out from my side had a feathered feeling all over her body.Her glamorous face, which is difficult to express in words, is even more unreal. The strong contrast between the transparent white skin and black eyebrows highlights a mysterious, almost religious, and fanatical flavor.

I stretched my neck and finally imprinted the image of that painting in my head, a naked Japanese woman with dyed blonde hair.The young lady's hand naturally blocked the eyes that she was drawing repeatedly.

After one last look, I bowed my head and left, closing the door of Miss's room lightly before I dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

I found the notebook in the young master's room as I said. I don't know how long I haven't read it, and there is some dust on the cover.I turned to the last page first to confirm the most recent date of use, which probably marks the eve of the young master's departure abroad.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and then I looked through the note carefully with a little excitement.

The young master's previous notes were still written in notebooks with not-so-good paper, but for some reason, they were hung with delicate silver locks, and the yellowed pages had an old and secret smell.

The first few pages are the experience of the young master who just started to learn body painting at that time, but in the middle, he also mentioned the intention of wanting to draw his sister's body, at least the language is still implicit.After that, there was a blank page without writing. It seems that it has been a while, and even the handwriting has become different, very sharp.Correspondingly, the language has also become explicit, from a simple obsession with art to a possessive desire for her sister.

"...Beautiful elder sister is the best work of art bestowed on me by the gods. It makes all the women in the world lose their color. She is so mysterious and beautiful. Why not let her show me her beauty completely and naturally..."

"...they're looking at her, I know they're all looking at my sister, she's so beautiful, what are they thinking? It must be what I'm thinking, kissing her, touching her, they love her lips, her Her eyes, her waist, her legs, maybe they are far more unbearable than I thought. How I wish it was a waist that only swings for me, and her legs are wrapped around my body..."

"...Why would she allow that man to look at her like that. With that look, so close. I'm going to tell my father. Yes, she is so close to my blood. She should be mine. Such similar blood , should have converged together..."

All of a sudden, the young lady's body parts corresponding to the master's simple hint appeared in front of me.Swallowing uncontrollably, my Adam's apple rolled.The lady's, like the dewy rose's crystal lips, exudes fragrance, and makes a beautiful and moving moan... And, there are hands, the lady's slender and nimble fingers like onions, like a lover, gentle half-bent, stroking the parched body lingeringly...

My breathing accelerated, and I closed the book at once, fearing that I would also fall into such hopeless fantasies.

So many times, obviously I have also noticed how abnormal the way the young master looks at the young lady.How can the eyes with black emotions be used to look up to his sister.

I looked around the young master's room with trepidation. After the young master went abroad, he left only simple furnishings, and only refurbished when he came back recently.Right in front of the desk is a photo frame, the color image on it clearly shows two people who are not close to each other, the generous lady is standing and smiling under the cherry tree of Qingkong's house, and the one sitting on the side is used as a view The young master on the stone looked at the young lady.

I don't know exactly when that young master was, but it was always him before going abroad.

The young master has black eyes.

I felt my heart beating a few times.It just so happened that at this time, footsteps came from far and near in the corridor.It can be heard that it is the kind of confident stride that only young men have.

While my heart was beating wildly, take it away, such a voice came to my mind.I thought curiosity was going to kill me, but I picked up the young master's notebook and hid it behind my back.

In the shadow caused by the opened door, it was the young master's black eyes that fell into the dim natural light of the room.

The young master, who never thought that there would be someone in his room, first opened his eyes slightly, and then a hint of displeasure flashed in those eyes that were as shrewd as the lady, and then the young master was unruly but quite friendly.