PFC Chapter 211: Still dreaming
Chapter 211: Still dreaming
The three people in the Bu Yue Tower raised their glasses and drank. Ran Qianxi repeated what had happened over the past six months from beginning to end, and the other two listened to him and praised him again and again.
The three of them were drinking happily and went out for a boat ride while feeling tipsy.
It was not yet midnight and the three of them were sleeping soundly in the pleasure boat. Sikong Qian and Li Zhengzhong came over and saw this scene and were instantly furious.
Ran Qianxi was woken up and carried away while she was half asleep. When she returned home, she collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
A few days passed like a log of events. Ran Qiongxi went off to fight and the Double Ninth Festival came. Xiahou Jin's highlight moment arrived. The ladies who came to his house to admire the chrysanthemums were all amazed by the beautiful picture.
"Oh my! Look how well written this poem is. Miss Ran is so lucky."
On the street, Ran Qianxi was walking around with the green gardenia bamboo folding fan, and no one knew that Li Zhengzhong was right next to her.
Qian Jingyang exclaimed as he looked at the fan.
"This is Li Zhengzhong's handwriting, right? I can't bear to use the one you gave me."
"Haha, I respect Brother Yang for his good eyesight. I saw Li Zhengzhong stamp this with my own eyes. Isn't that arrogant?"
"Did you see Li Zhengzhong cover it with his own hands?"
Ran Qianxi glanced at Li Zhengzhong beside her, and instantly felt arrogant, as if the whole person was enveloped by holy light.
"That's right, Li Zhengzhong's identity is so great, but in fact, he is just like that. He is still my little follower."
Li Zhengzhong sneered, not knowing where her complacency came from.
Qian Jingyang: "I'll go. Can you ask for a picture for me? I want to give it to my grandfather on his birthday. He will definitely be happy."
"So what picture do you want?"
"The price of the Hundred Longevity Painting is negotiable. I'll give you whatever you want."
Ran Qianxi quietly approached Li Zhengzhong and asked, "How much?"
Li Zhengzhong gently made the number three.
"Three hundred taels of gold."
Qian Jingyang looked at him in confusion.
"So expensive? Didn't Master Xi spend three hundred taels of silver last time?"
Ran Qianxi was stunned and immediately broke out in a sweat. In order to show how powerful she was, she deliberately said three hundred taels instead of three thousand taels.
Li Zhengzhong sneered.
"Hahaha, Ah Qian once boasted about this?"
"I admit that there is a little bit of pretense in it..."
She turned to Qian Jingyang and said, "I spent three thousand taels last time."
"Three thousand taels is only thirty gold."
Li Zhengzhong smiled again.
"Because of Ah Qian's favor, Zhong Ben wanted to refuse the money, but the university scholar's kindness was hard to refuse. If anyone other than Ah Qian's friend asks for a painting, 500 gold."
"and many more……"
Hearing the unusual answer, Qian Jingyang was stunned for a moment and began to think, but after a moment he came to his senses.
"Are you the master of literature?!"
"My name is Li Zhengzhong. Please don't blame me for not introducing myself."
Qian Jingyang almost lost his balance, and so did Shang Zilai.
The two of them bowed together and said, "Mr. Li, thank you for your courtesy."
Li Zhengzhong smiled faintly.
"Since you want the longevity painting, why not let Zhengzhong come to your house to paint it, and then treat it as a meeting gift from Zhong."
Qian Jingyang looked at Ran Qianxi flattered. She was looking at him with a proud expression.
"How is it? Isn't it very impressive?"
"That's enough. Please come in, Mr. Li."
Qianfu
Li Zhengzhong was painting in Qian Youren's study. Ran Qianxi looked at her with admiration and was completely absorbed in it.
"Excellent."
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door. Qian Youren came in with his hands behind his back and saw Ran Qianxi at first sight. He was immediately filled with thoughts of her.
"A-Qian..."
Hearing the voice, Ran Qianxi looked back and saw that Qian Youren had finally returned to the imperial city, and seemed a lot more handsome.
"Aren?"
Hearing the unusual address, Li Zhengzhong raised his head. A man who made him feel amazing was looking at his woman with deep affection in his eyes.
"Aren, did you just come back?"
Qian Youren strode forward and held Ran Qianxi in his arms. The brush in Li Zhengzhong's hand paused for a moment but did not destroy the entire composition.
He put down his pen and continued to paint, and Ran Qianxi actually hugged Qian Youren.
Qian Jingyang noticed his discomfort, so he kicked the two out of the study and closed the door, allowing him to concentrate on painting.
Pavilion -
Qian Youren kept staring at her, which made her feel guilty.
"what happened?"
"What does the wrong love in the letter mean? Do you want to separate from me?"
"I mean thank you for your concern."
"I've heard your long conversation with the eldest son of the Shang family. Am I going to become the next Shang Zijun?"
She had never thought of marrying Shang Zijun at first, nor did she want to marry Qian Youren, but she still tried to comfort him with kind words.
"No matter what the ending is between you and the eldest son of the Shang family, I don't want to force it between us. I just hope you don't let me wake up from my dream too quickly."
The last sentence successfully moved Ran Qianxi, and she smiled and agreed to him again.
"Okay, but dreams are ultimately illusory."
Qian Youren hugged Ran Qianxi, lifted her chin and kissed her.
"At least it's real at this moment."
The two people in the room were inseparable, and every movement was filled with enjoyment. In their drunken dreams, all they could hear were Ran Qianxi's coquettish pouting and Qian Youren's heavy breathing.
Half an hour later, their lovemaking ended, but Li Zhengzhong had not yet finished painting.
Ran Qianxi walked into the study room carrying pastries. He immediately looked up to check, but could not see any marks on her body.
"Take a break from painting and have some cakes first."
Li Zhengzhong put down his brush and walked over. His first question was to ask where he had been and what he had done.
Ran Qianxi smiled and handed a piece of cake to his mouth.
"Chatting and making pastries. Come and try it. I made it according to the way you taught me. Is it done?"
Li Zhengzhong slowly took a bite and smiled sadly. This was clearly made by the cook. The texture and taste were completely different from what he taught him.
"good."
"Haha."
Ran Qianxi smiled and picked up another piece and handed it over.
"You can't taste it either, this is what I made."
After hearing this answer, Li Zhengzhong finally breathed a sigh of relief and dispelled any bad doubts.
"I told you, Qian likes me."
"Pfft, what are you imagining now? You were imagining it the last time I had tea with Brother Fan."
Li Zhengzhong took the pastries and was obviously a little aggrieved.
"Drinking tea in bed, he was dishevelled, and you were full of attachment?"
"Oh no, we really didn't do anything that day, don't worry."
So far, Hong Fan is the only one among her male friends who is clean with her. Qian Jingyang and Shang Zilai can only be considered brothers.
"I don't want you to lie to me, but I have to accept your fickleness."
The atmosphere was moving and subtle, and Qian Youren walked over with his hands behind his back.
After the lovemaking, the smile on his face made him look even more elegant and peaceful.
Ran Qianxi immediately came to her senses and looked at Li Zhengzhong, and sure enough, he was puffing up his face as expected.
"I heard that Master Li is still painting with splashed ink, so I came here to watch. It is hard to get a single drop of ink from a great literary master, so even if he is at home, how can a fool like me miss it?"
"Mr. Qian's words are full of exaggerations, which I cannot accept."
"Qian really admires Mr. Li."
The strange atmosphere between the two seemed like a bomb to Ran Qianxi, but they did not show it and did not seem to be confronting each other.