Fang Ziquan hugged him and said, "Cousin Mo, be sober!"
” Gong Wenjue squatted down, picked up and unfolded the messy paper balls on the ground one by one.
On those papers, most of them only hastily drew a few strokes, some were backs, some were eyebrows, and some were smiling......
Even, there are different ages: naughty when I was a child, and I was a young girl......
But without exception, it's all the same woman.
It turned out that it was because of love.
Gong Wenjue said secretly in his heart, but the more he looked at this woman, the more familiar he became.
Aren't these eyebrows the four girls of the Fang family?
He sorted out all the papers and put them on the bookcase, and put the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones that were lying haphazardly one by one.
On the drawing paper on the bookcase, Fang Jinshu is even more lifelike, even every strand of hair is fresh and smart.
These paintings are all made by Hao Junmo under deep thoughts, and each one is poured with his strong affection.
Fang Jinshu in the painting is light, playful, or quiet, like an elf falling from the sky, showing the most beautiful posture.
Fang Ziquan also saw these paintings, and his complexion changed greatly.
Such a painting, as long as it is seen by outsiders, can understand Hao Junmo's affection for Fang Jinshu.
But the Fang and Hao families are destined not to become in-laws.
First, the eldest uncle disagreed, and secondly, Fang Jinshu had no intention of Hao Junmo.
He knew that his mother was already looking at his sister's family affairs, and he seemed to have eyebrows recently.
It's just that it hasn't been decided yet, and it hasn't been revealed.
At this time, there must be no gossip.
Don't look at Hao Junmo as wishful thinking, but as long as this matter is revealed, outsiders will only say that the four girls of the Fang family acted inappropriately and inappropriately, but they will sympathize with the infatuated Hao Junmo.
This world is so unfair to women, and there is no room for mistakes.
Even if the woman herself is not wrong.
"Wake up!
Wake me up!
Fang Ziquan shook Hao Junmo's body vigorously, angry and annoyed.
He was angry with himself and Hao Junmo, angry that he didn't find out about him earlier, and angry at Hao Junmo for not caring for his body so much.
He was annoyed, annoyed that Hao Junmo let go of his emotions and willfully painted the appearance of the brocade book below.
Seeing Fang Ziquan's expression, Gong Wenjue knew that something was wrong.
Fang Jinshu was originally Hao Junmo's cousin, and it stands to reason that it is not difficult for the two families to get married.
But looking at the current situation, it is clear that this is not the case.
Well, these paintings are very inappropriate.
He pressed the paintings with a paperweight, strode to the door, and asked the little guy who had brought them, "Has anyone else come in this study?"
” "No," replied the little servant, "even the old lady sent people, but they were beaten out by the young master." ” "Has anyone touched anything in here?"
Gong Wenjue asked.
"It's always been guarded outside, and no one has touched."
As Hao Junmo's personal servant, he knows the young master's mind very well, and he also knows the seriousness of this matter.
Hao Junmo's mind was not clear at the moment, and as soon as they discussed, they all decided to hide the matter.
Not only did they keep a close eye on the study, but the people sent by the other party, Mu Qing and Hao Yunzhi, also blocked back on the grounds that the young master was studying in the study.
Fortunately, although this excuse is reluctant, it has not been revealed.
It wasn't until yesterday that there was a visitor in the house, and Hao Yunhe ordered someone to invite Hao Junmo to go out to meet the guest, that they really couldn't hide it, so they said that the young master was injured from studying and couldn't get up.
Hao Yunchrome ordered people to come and check, and they kept people out, but they also smelled the smell of wine in the room.
Hao Yunchrome became angry and ordered Hao Junmo to walk out of the study today.
The little guys understood that with their own strength alone, they couldn't persuade the young master to wake up no matter how much they couldn't hide it.
When Fang Ziquan's prayer post arrived yesterday, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
If Fang Ziquan didn't come today, they also planned to go to him for help.
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"Well done."
Gong Wenjue praised it and ordered, "Go and get a charcoal basin."
The little guy knew what he wanted to do, and he gratefully called a thousand and ran away as fast as he could.
After a few moments, the two servants carried a charcoal basin into the house.
Gong Wenjue picked up the stack of drawing papers, put them in one by one, and watched the paintings slowly turn to ashes.
"What are you doing?!"
Hao Junmo, who was originally as weak as a puddle of mud, suddenly opened his eyes and was about to jump up to stop it.
However, he has not slept these days, and his body has long run out of strength. was grabbed by Fang Ziquan and asked angrily, "No, what else do you want?"
” He sympathizes with Hao Junmo, but this does not mean that he has to pay for his sister's reputation.
"Do you want her to be accused by a thousand people?"
Fang Ziquan tugged at the placket of his clothes and asked in a low voice, "What about your sanity?"
Where have you gone!
” Hao Junmo's face was pale, and his lips were even more dry.
He didn't listen to Fang Ziquan's questioning, and only struggled, wanting to snatch the painting from Gong Wenjue's hand.
Such a beautiful woman gradually turned to ashes in the firelight.
"Nope!
Let me go!
Hao Junmo's voice was hoarse, and the despair in his eyes was palpitating.
Why, why?!
He didn't dare to disturb her, couldn't he even miss her quietly?
Gong Wenjue ignored it and methodically burned the painting in his hand.
He burned it so carefully that not even a dime of paper remained.
When it was all burned, he clapped his hands, stood up and instructed the servant: "Go and fetch a basin of cold water and bring another bowl of hot porridge." ” Although the master of these little guys is Hao Junmo, the young master obviously needs help right now.
Gong Wenjue is the one who came with the young master and handles things neatly.
At his command, he went away in a hurry.
Gong Wenjue squatted down, looked at Hao Junmo and said in a deep voice: "I know you are in pain, but what's the use of pain?"
” "The days will pass, and the sun will rise.
How long do you think you can hide here?
Days, weeks, months, can you hide for a lifetime?
” He didn't care whether Hao Junmo listened or not, and motioned for Fang Ziquan to join him and carry Hao Junmo to the Luohan bed in the study for a rest.
Fang Ziquan hated iron and said: "Look at you, what has become of you?"
You don't want to think about how sad your aunt will be for you to look like this. ” He has never experienced a love catastrophe, and he really doesn't understand why a good person can be decadent like this.
Gong Wenjue knows the pain of not being able to fall in love like this, and he also understands Hao Junmo.
Because of Fang Jinpei's design, he almost lost Fang Jinhui at the beginning.
He could understand that feeling.
But as a man, he doesn't allow himself to let go like this all the time.
So he knew that Hao Junmo couldn't listen to anything at this time.
The only thing that can cure him is time.
And all they can do as friends is to cheer him up.
The little guy brought water, and the towel soaked in cold water covered Hao Junmo's face, making him excited.
Although his mind was not yet awake, his body was activated, and a loud "grunt" of hunger came out of his abdomen.