strictlysupreme Chapter 86 The Man in the Painting
Chapter 86 The Man in the Painting
Chapter 86 The Person in the Painting (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan was slightly taken aback and looked Zheng Ding up and down.
A bright red wedding dress?
This kid looks so refined, yet he actually likes this kind of thing.
Why not take the money that's offered to us?
Qin Chuan nodded: "Young Master Zheng, the wedding dress is no problem. I've given Xiaoxiao a few pointers, and I guarantee it will be even more alluring than the previous one, satisfying Young Master Zheng."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Ding's expression changed, and he hurriedly denied it, saying, "No, no! There's no need to be so revealing. Just wear a normal wedding dress and sit on the bed. A proper, dignified, and neatly dressed dress!"
Qin Chuan was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but ask again to confirm: "A normal wedding dress? The kind that doesn't show any skin at all? Sitting on the bed, not lying on the bed?"
Zheng Ding nodded and said, "Yes, a normal, dignified wedding dress. The appearance should be based on the woman in the previous painting—her eyebrows, eyes, and expression..."
Their figures must be exactly the same.
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan looked Zheng Ding up and down with some surprise.
He didn't understand why the kid had suddenly changed his taste, but he was too lazy to think about it. As long as he paid, that was fine.
Thinking of this, Qin Chuan said, "Young Master Zheng, there's nothing wrong with the painting, but the price will probably have to go up a bit. I won't hide it from you, many people are now asking Xiaoxiaosheng to paint for them. Previously, Master Wang from the south of the city..."
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Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Ding pulled out a twenty-tael silver ingot from his pocket and handed it over: "Have Xiaoxiaosheng paint it exquisitely: paint it carefully, and if it's well done, I can add more."
Qin Chuan put the silver into his sleeve and nodded: "Don't worry, Young Master Zheng, I will make sure to explain things clearly to Xiaoxiaosheng. I guarantee the painting will be exquisite and detailed, with no mistakes in the eyebrows, expressions, or figure. I promise you will be satisfied."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Ding's anxious expression subsided slightly, replaced by one tinged with anticipation. He asked, "How many days will it take to complete this painting?"
"Two days. Young Master Zheng can come and pick it up in two days," Qin Chuan gave the time.
After receiving the answer, Zheng Ding did not stay any longer and left the gambling den.
Back inside.
As he entered, a maidservant came forward to help Zheng Ding take off his clothes and pour him tea. He waved his hand and instructed, "I need to study in the room. No one is allowed to disturb me."
The maid curtsied to indicate that she understood, and then quietly withdrew.
Zheng Ding stood there for a moment, making sure the footsteps had faded away, before walking to the door and locking it. He then walked to the window and drew the curtains tightly shut.
Then he walked to the wooden box, opened it, and carefully took out the scroll.
Zheng Ding walked back to the table, slowly unrolled the scroll, and laid it on the table.
The woman in the painting has a smile in her eyes, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, her hair half-loose, and her clothes fluttering gently, as if she is looking at someone or has something to say.
A gentle breeze blew by, causing the candlelight to flicker and cast a soft glow around them, making the eyes of the person in the painting seem to move as well.
Zheng Ding looked at the figure in the painting, his eyes filled with longing.
He reached out, his fingertips gently touching the contours, moving slowly from the eyebrows to the corners of the eyes, from the bridge of the nose to the corners of the lips, over and over again.
He stared into the eyes of the woman in the painting: "Lian'er, in this lifetime, you are the only one in my heart."
In a daze, Zheng Ding felt the scene before him swaying slightly, the glow of the candlelight spreading out in circles, and the woman on the paper seemed to ripple slightly like a reflection in water.
When he finally saw the scene before him again, he found himself lying on the bed. Beside the bed stood a graceful figure in a thin dress, her back to him. Her figure was slender and beautiful, and the thin gauze dress was almost transparent in the candlelight, faintly revealing her exquisite curves.
Zheng Ding's breathing suddenly quickened, and he called out softly, "Lian'er!"
Upon hearing the voice, the figure slowly turned around.
It was the woman in the painting, with smiling eyes and a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.
She looked at Zheng Ding, and her lips parted slightly: "Zheng Lang."
She had barely finished speaking when she threw herself into Zheng Ding's arms.
Zheng Ding trembled, and instinctively tightened his arms, holding her tightly.
The two nestled together for a while. Zheng Ding held the woman's hand, then raised his head, his eyes filled with seriousness and determination, and said, word by word, "Lian'er, in two days, I will marry you here. There need be no one else to witness the ceremony, no need for a large gathering of guests. Just the two of us, facing these red candles, will bow to heaven and earth, and to our parents, and from this day forward, become husband and wife. Do you?"
Lian'er looked at the man before her, lowered her head shyly, and then slowly nodded, saying, "Zheng Lang, I am willing."
Zheng Ding felt a surge of joy welling up inside him. He wanted to say something, but he suddenly felt a gentle breeze on his face. Then he felt his eyelids suddenly become as heavy as a thousand pounds, and his body involuntarily fell backward. As soon as his back touched the quilt, he fell into a deep sleep.
Lian'er leaned down, her lips close to Zheng Ding's head, slightly parted, and a very thin and faint stream of air slowly rose from Zheng Ding's Baihui acupoint, swirling and drifting towards her lips.
Seeing Zheng Ding's increasingly haggard appearance, Lian'er frowned, a look of disgust appearing on her face. Then she turned around, her figure fading into a wisp of white mist, which swirled twice in the candlelight.
Most of the mist drifted back to the painting on the table like weary birds returning to their nests, and condensed again into the smiling woman leaning against the window on the paper.
The remaining wisp of mist quietly drifted toward the bed, slipped through Zheng Ding's slightly twitching nostrils, and silently entered his body, disappearing without a trace.
Two days later, Zheng Ding returned to the Heaven and Earth gambling den. Qin Chuan saw Zheng Ding and understood his purpose. He called him up to the second floor and then handed him the painting he had just finished in a secluded room.
Zheng Ding took the scroll and looked at it by the candlelight. He saw a woman in a bright red wedding dress sitting on the side of a bed.
A red veil covered her head, and the red gauze fell from her phoenix crown, obscuring her face.
But the red veil was painted so thin and transparent that the candlelight could be seen through it, and the outline of the woman behind the veil could be vaguely seen. Her eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. It was the face that Zheng Ding had been thinking about day and night.
"Young Master Zheng," Qin Chuan said, "are you satisfied with this painting?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Ding finally came to his senses: "Satisfied—very satisfied."
He took a silver ingot from his pocket and placed it on the table; it weighed about twenty taels. "The painting is excellent. Please thank Xiaoxiaosheng for me."
As they spoke, Zheng Ding also hurriedly and carefully put the scroll away.
At the same time, a very thin wisp of smoke emanated from his body and then silently entered Qin Chuan's body through his breath.
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