Chapter 36 Masters of Abstract Art

"You mean, there's a black bird?"

Cheng Jiao brought Li Wu back to the courtyard, and Jing Wei told Cheng Jiao that someone was spying on them.

"I can sense it in the attic not far from here."

Jingwei pointed in a direction, but since the other party had no intention of killing her, she did not take action.

"It should be Mo Ya, he is the only one dressed in black. It seems that Ji Wuye doesn't trust me, hehe."

Cheng Jiao stroked his chin with great interest.

"Do you need me to kill him? Apart from his speed, his strength is average."

A cold light flashed in Jingwei's eyes.

"No need. I wonder if the released bird will say it's safe here, and the hunter will think everything is under control."

"speak English!"

"Oh, don't alert them."

At night, Cheng Jiao tried hard and, after some sweet talk, successfully got him to sleep in the same bed with Li Wu Jingwei again. As for Xiao Yaner, she was placed on another small bed.

Cheng Jiao thought that if he tried harder, he might be able to sleep with her and start living a shameless life.

In the General's Mansion, Ji Wuye held a wine glass, leaned on the bed, and listened to Mo Ya's report.

There are three different girls around him, but Emerald Tiger took a lot of effort to select them.

"A maid, a woman with a baby, and a woman whose kung fu is no less than yours. Very good! I hope that Lord Chang'an will cooperate with this general, otherwise, haha."

Ji Wuye drank it all in one gulp, and Mo Ya remained silent.

Sometimes, the cruelest things are said unsaid.

As soon as the day broke, Cheng Jiao had to get up.

As the saying goes, one must accept defeat if one is willing to gamble. There were too many sweet words yesterday, but who knew that Jingwei had such a good memory that he actually remembered clearly that he said he would buy soup dumplings and meat porridge early tomorrow morning.

Jingwei pulled the quilt, feeling so comfortable. Finally, he didn’t have to get up early in the morning.

The early morning in March was similar to winter. Li Wu was hugging a big chubby pillow, but she felt uncomfortable when Cheng Jiao left.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his claws towards Jingwei, which was much more comfortable than Chengjiao.

Jingwei, who was held by Liwu, felt a little depressed. He had just sent Chengjiao away from holding him to sleep, and now he was
Cheng Qiu was carrying a lunch box when he passed by a carpenter's shop. Looking at the various twisted wooden strips, he suddenly had an idea and bought more than a dozen of them. He also asked the young apprentice carpenter for some strong ropes.

The sun came out and dispelled the cold. After enduring the beatings from Li Wu with tree branches, Cheng Jiao finally had a good meal.

How abominable! I bought the meal myself, but it was served last!
Seeing Li Wu waving the branch in front of him, he couldn't help but look at Jingwei, his eyes full of help.

"Tomorrow, I will teach you the basic sword techniques."

Jingwei put down the meat porridge he had finished drinking.

Li Wu was somewhat unhappy: "I need to let you realize the difference first before I teach you. I will practice with him for a few more days."

Cheng Jiao almost spit out his food: "No need! I know the difference!"

Jingwei was a little hesitant.

Cheng Jiao quickly settled the matter.

"Let Jingwei start teaching me swordsmanship tomorrow. That's all. I have something to do in the palace. Ahri! Drive!"

Only when Ali drove the carriage to the palace did Cheng Jiao breathe a sigh of relief.

These days, there is no one else. The agreed sparring is a one-sided crushing. It’s okay, who has a tendency to be masochistic!
"Ahri, give me the folding fan."

He planned to give the folding fan to Lady Hu to see if they could have a conversation.

Ali took out two folding fans from his arms: "Master, I just made them. Do you need me to make more? I can make one a day now."

At the end of her speech, Ahri couldn't help but smile happily.

Cheng Jiao was also very happy: "Very good, very good, Ah Li also makes one for himself and his two sisters, then we can form a team, um, let's call it the Four Young Masters of Xinzheng, how about it? Haha!"

Ahri touched his head and said, "Can girls use it too?"

Cheng Jiao patted Ahri on the shoulder and said, "It's okay. Just dress up as a man!"

Ali seemed to be thinking about something, and followed Cheng Jiao's instructions to come to the palace to pick him up in the afternoon.

Cheng Jiao entered the palace with the token given by Han Wangan.

I didn't expect to come face to face with Honglian.

He quickly hid a folding fan to prevent the clever girl from seeing the chicken feet. "Folding fan? For me?"

Cheng Jiao clapped his hands and the folding fan disappeared.

"Let's go to your territory and talk about it."

Honglian stared at the folding fan carefully this time, but still couldn't figure out how it disappeared.

He suppressed his curiosity and quickly pulled Cheng Jiao to his palace.

"How did you make the folding fan disappear?"

Cheng Jiao coughed lightly: "Let's start today's teaching."

Honglian held her head and lay weakly on the table.

"Can you not learn it? I drank too much yesterday and was seen by my father. He lectured me for a long time. He even sent an old maid to review the princess etiquette several times. So don't learn it today!"

"Oh? Who was the one who clamored to learn yesterday?"

"Huh? You're kidding me! Damn it!"

Honglian was so angry that she put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows, realizing that she had been tricked by Cheng Jiao's words.

You know what, Honglian looks pretty when she's angry and coquettish, and Cheng Jiao feels like he's punching a little loli.

"So are you still going to learn?"

"Of course I have to learn it! Otherwise, I will suffer a great loss!"

Cheng Jiao patiently taught Honglian the skills of this little magic trick, and Honglian quickly got the hang of it.

"What? It's too easy. I thought it was some kind of magic, but it turns out to be just a trick! I shouldn't have learned it if I had known!"

Honglian looked at Cheng Jiao with a bit of disdain, without any of the "humble request for advice online" that she had shown at the beginning.
Cheng Jiao smiled and said, "Really? Oh! What a pity, there could have been something more fun. Let's stop here today."

Cheng Jiao wanted to leave, but Hong Lian, being a girl, couldn't help but shout, "Wait, how can you be a teacher like this? You leave before you have finished teaching your skills?"

"I'm worried that you won't learn if you know this."

"No way!"

"Really?"

"Really do not have!"

Honglian endured the pain of being slapped in the face and kept her mouth shut.

"Well, before I teach you, I need to see if you have the ability."

"What do you think?"

"How is Danqing?"

"I'm not bragging, those old gentlemen who are good at painting all said it was good."

"In that case, first paint a piece of your favorite work on this folding fan."

Honglian was stunned at first.

"No problem, I've had this idea for a long time!"

Cheng Jiao quietly watched Honglian who was painting seriously, it was pleasing to the eye. The cool and gentle spring breeze of March blew through the pavilion, lifting a strand of Honglian's hair, making her feel a little itchy, but she still held the paintbrush tightly and painted carefully.

Soon, a linear portrait of Cheng Jiao appeared on the folding fan.

Because the words "Cheng Jiao" were written next to it, and I was afraid that Cheng Jiao would not be able to recognize it.

According to Cheng Jiao's artistic level, it has a very modernist art style and is a good item for hype collection.

"Well, not bad, very...impressive!"

In short, it is the style of a master of abstract art.

Cheng Jiao quietly hid his own folding fan and the one he was going to give to Lady Hu, making sure not to damage his image as a gentleman.

"Well! That's good. Here it is for you! Use this from now on!"

Honglian happily stuffed the folding fan into Cheng Jiao's arms.

"Ah this."

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