Chapter 63 Let’s Start Drawing

The fat shopkeeper realized that Cheng Jiao might have bad intentions.

"I wonder who your brother is?"

Cheng Jiao slammed the folding fan on the table with a snap.

"Even my brother didn't know! It seems that Tiger has been too low-key these days!"

The fat boss was a little angry at first, but when he heard the word "tiger", he calmed down immediately.

Who in Xinzheng City can call a tiger, who dares to call a tiger?

"Ha, I wonder who the young master is?"

Cheng Jiao pulled the maid to sit on his lap and played with her delicate hands, making her blush but she did not dare to resist.

The shopkeeper had to be careful with this person who was involved in both black and white affairs. She definitely couldn't afford to offend him.

"I didn't expect that even Chang'an Jun didn't recognize him. It seems that the shopkeeper should be replaced."

The shopkeeper's face turned pale. Chang'an Jun Chengjiao never expected that it would be him.

A few days ago, Feicuihu gave instructions to the shopkeepers that if Chang'an Jun came to the store, they should report to him no matter how big or small the matter was.

The thin boss of the restaurant was smart and reported the ambush of Chang'an Jun by Luowang's killers immediately. He successfully rose to the position and became Emerald Tiger's confidant.

Emerald Tiger is using his reputation to cheat people everywhere. He is here to get something for free, so of course he cannot be polite. If he is polite, he will get a lot of money.

"Sir, wait a moment. I'll get the gems right away. You can take whichever one you like. How do you think?"

Cheng Jiao smiled and said, "Of course you can."

The little maid opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth slightly.

She really wanted to say, Boss, don’t!

But looking at Cheng Jiao's smiling face, he wisely chose to keep silent.

The way for servants to survive is to not say what should not be said, and it is also best not to say what should be said.

Because you can't be sure whether this is what you should say. Only by keeping your mouth shut can you live longer.

The fat shopkeeper personally brought over a large treasure chest filled with colorful jade gems.

He did not let the guards follow him, for fear of offending Chang'an Jun, who asked Emerald Tiger to treat him with caution.

Cheng Jiao looked at the box full of gems with a dazzled look in his eyes.

Put the box in the little maid's arms.

Tell the fat shopkeeper your request, and he will come to get it two hours later.

The fat shopkeeper had a sad face and watched Cheng Jiao leave.

Dozens of gems were gone just like that.

The loss was at least hundreds of gold coins. Even if the Emerald Tiger would not pursue the matter, it would not compensate for the loss, so he had to bear it alone.

The fat boss gritted his teeth and prepared to continue to rip off the customers.

Even if the counterfeit is caught, no one dares to offend the Emerald Tiger.

He waved his hand and called all the jade craftsmen to polish the jade according to Cheng Jiao's requirements and inlay them one by one.

After Cheng Jiao had eaten and drunk his fill from the thin boss, he put the bill in the name of Emerald Tiger and slowly left the restaurant.

The thin boss canceled Cheng Jiao's order. If he dared to go to the Emerald Tiger to collect the debt, he would be a fool.

When the fat shopkeeper saw Cheng Jiao coming, he handed over the box respectfully.

Cheng Jiao was too lazy to pay attention to him and went to the palace with the box.

I haven't seen Princess Honglian for many days, and I miss this innocent little girl.

The King of Han’s palace was like another home to Cheng Jiao. He found Honglian’s bedroom with ease and met her.

Honglian supported her head with one hand and played with a strand of hair hanging down the side of her head with the other.

"So boring~"

Honglian yawned and looked at the kite she made. Compared with the rough one last time, it became much more exquisite.

She also painted patterns on the kites and dyed them with beautiful colors.

After playing alone for a while, I suddenly lost interest.

It made her miss the day when she flew kites with Cheng Jiao. Although the kite was a little ugly, they had a lot of fun playing with it.

Honglian was staring at the sky in a daze, when suddenly everything in front of her eyes went dark.

"Guess who I am?"

Honglian turned around in surprise, and then complained: "You are so old, and you still play this game."

Cheng Jiao placed the box on the wooden table under the pavilion, pressing it on the drawing paper. There was a familiar pattern on the drawing, wasn't it the one Hong Lian had deliberately drawn on the folding fan last time?

There was a big X on the abstract painting, and Honglian covered it with something as if nothing had happened. Cheng Jiao smiled and didn't point it out.

"What are you here for?"

"I am your teacher. Of course I am here to teach you knowledge."

“But I just want to play!”

"Who says you can't learn by playing?"

Honglian thought so too and said happily, "What are we going to play this time? Is there anything fun like playing with kites?"

Cheng Jiao opened the box and took out the dazzling treasure.

No woman would resist shiny things.

"What is this? It's beautiful."

Honglian played with it, unable to let it go.

"This is Shangtong Mofang, a gadget invented by Mozi, the founder of Mohism. In Mohism, to learn mechanical arts, disciples need to pass Mofang's test."

Cheng Jiao briefly introduced the origin of Shangtong Mofang.

Honglian looked at Mofang. It had six sides, and each side had nine diamond-shaped gems. Gems of different colors were interwoven on it. It looked very beautiful, but how to play with it?

Honglian frowned slightly, tried to fiddle with it, and found that Mo Fang could rotate, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Cheng Jiao saw Honglian fumbling with the ink square: "This ink square needs to have six sides of the same color to be successfully cracked. It is said that only the great masters of the Mohist School and the heads of the Ministry of Organs of all generations in the world can restore the ink square."

Honglian tried many times, rotating the ink square constantly, and finally made one side the same color, but the other sides were in pieces.

“Can you finish it?”

Honglian asked expectantly.

Cheng Jiao said confidently: "It's very simple!"

Honglian was a little skeptical: "Really? Didn't you say that only people from the Mohist School can recover?"

"You do not believe?"

Honglian shook her head slightly, expressing her disbelief with her big eyes.

"How about making a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"I will restore the ink square, and you will draw a picture for me?"

"What painting?"

“A painting that reflects my handsome appearance.”

Cheng Jiao smiled and asked you to draw me so abstractly.

Honglian knew that she had not concealed her little secret just now and Cheng Jiao had discovered it.

"Well, you do it."

Cheng Jiao held the inkstone and recalled the afternoon in high school when he was working on geometry and space problems. He gritted his teeth as he solved the equations and finally memorized the formulas by rote.

I twisted the ink square step by step according to the formula, and it took several minutes to restore it to its original state.

Honglian watched Cheng Jiao's movements, observing, analyzing and memorizing with a frown.

Cheng Jiao handed the Mo Fang, which had been disrupted again, to Honglian.

"Try?"

Honglian held the Mo Fang and recalled Cheng Jiao's actions just now.

Repeating the steps step by step, the result was still a mess.

"What's going on? Aren't I doing the same thing as you?"

Cheng Jiao smiled: "Come, I'll teach you."

He stood behind Honglian, holding her white and tender hands. Honglian clearly felt the hot breath from Cheng Jiao and her cheeks felt hot, but she did not resist. Instead, she felt sweetness in her heart.

Under Cheng Jiao's step-by-step teaching, he quickly mastered the skills and recovered even faster than Cheng Jiao.

He said proudly: "Nothing more than that!"

Cheng Jiao did not argue, and said with a smile: "Then start painting."

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