Sexy photos exposed

  He was exposed by someone as the little pervert who peeked through the window, but Yang Zuo didn't show any shame and asked in surprise: "Sister Zhang, how did you know? When I was young, I didn't like taking baths, and when the servants washed me, I would make a big fuss. As a result, I often caught colds and got sick. Sister Fulin would coax me to get into the bathtub with her to take a bath together until I was eight years old. Some servants secretly said some unpleasant things about me and Sister Fulin, which reached Sister Fulin's ears. Although Sister Fulin beat them severely and drove them out of the house, from then on, she never wanted to bathe with me again..."

  Zhang's eyes widened as if she had just heard some extraordinary news from outside the sky, her small mouth slightly open, stunned in place.

  Yang Dang muttered to himself, his expression turning somewhat gloomy, and then he became angry again. "It must be that surnamed Zhen who told you all this! No wonder you sealed up the window. I even took him to listen to Frost Sister play the qin! I thought he would help me, but unexpectedly he was two-faced, with a different story in front of and behind my back! Don't think that just because he gave me some small benefits, I would be deceived by him. He stole Frost Sister's things and then told on me to Zhang Sister, and I still trusted him so much!"

  As she spoke, she pulled out a 4-inch color photo from her pocket and threw it on the ground in a huff.

  After a while, he picked it up again with a painful face, carefully wiped off the dust on it, and put it back in his pocket.

  "What...what is that?"

  Although it was just a glance out of the corner of her eye, she had already clearly seen what was painted on that painting.

  Yang Zong knew she had already seen it, and wanting to hide it was no longer possible. He could only take out the 4-inch color photo of Zhen Mingshu from his pocket and hand it over to Zhang's face, and told him about the condition he promised to bring Zhen Mingshu to Bai Hua Lou to listen to Mu Dan Xian Zi playing the melody.

  "I also just got this painting a few days ago, and it turns out that Zhen Ge is actually a master painter. I'm afraid even the most famous painters of our time would have to admit defeat when they see this painting by Zhen Ge. Although I don't have much interest in painting, my family has many famous paintings, but none of them can compare to this small painting, which makes people look like they're alive..."

  Zhang's words fell on deaf ears, as she stared blankly at the small painting, which depicted the scene of her bending down to wash soybeans in the courtyard. Every blade of grass and every object was arranged exactly like in her own courtyard. Especially the person in the painting, although only a few inches tall and shown in profile, could still be recognized as her at a glance.

  In the painting, she is in a bent position, and from the collar of her clothes, a charming spring light spills out, with snow-white and full breasts presenting a perfect teardrop shape, with two points of deep red appearing and disappearing, exuding a fragrant and seductive aura.

  The painting is so small, yet it depicts these details so vividly, showing that the painter observed them with great care and was able to paint them so realistically and vividly.

  Zhang's face had already turned red like a dawn cloud, and she hastily put away the painting.

  "Zhang sister, what are you doing?" Yang Cong suddenly became anxious, "This was given to me by Zhen brother, you can't take it away, quickly return it to me!"

  "Bring it up again and I'll throw you out right now!" Zhang shouted in annoyance.

  Yang Dang knew that letting Zhang Shi return the painting was already impossible, and he couldn't help but lower his head in despair, with tears almost falling.

  Seeing him like this, Zhang Shi couldn't help but feel some pity and said: "If you want to see me in the future, come find me, I'll cook something good for you, but it has to be when my father-in-law is not at home."

  Yang Cong's emotions recovered a bit after hearing the words, but he still felt somewhat disheartened. He lowered his head and said: "I won't be able to sneak out like this often in the future to find Sister Zhang. My husband is getting stricter every day, I have to attend school and practice archery every day, only on New Year's Day can I rest for a day... Sister Fu Lin told me from childhood that I must strive to make progress, cannot let others look down on me, so I've always been very diligent. After sister got married, I no longer had the heart to read books."

  "If it wasn't for meeting Zhang sister at the tofu stall later, every time I got tired of reading, I would sneak out to take a peek at Zhang sister, and it felt like Fu Lin sister was still by my side, so I didn't feel bored with reading..."

  Yang Dang's voice was already choked with sobs at this point.

  Zhang still refused to return the painting to him and said: "If it wasn't painted so badly, I wouldn't have snatched it from you."

  Yang Zang heard this and raised his head, with tears in his eyes, asking: "If I let Zhen Ge draw another one that's not so embarrassing for you, can I put it here?"

  "What you do is none of my business, just don't let me know." Zhang said calmly, then stood up and looked at the sky outside the door. It had already darkened, and being entangled with Yang Dang for so long, the work that was supposed to be done today would have to be postponed until tomorrow, or else it wouldn't be finished on time.

  It wasn't easy to coax Yang Cong out of the house, and after seeing him ride away on horseback, she finally let out a sigh of relief. She closed the large gate of the courtyard, leaned against it, and stood there dazed for a while. Unable to resist, she pulled out the painting from her bosom and examined it carefully again. Although she was alone in the courtyard, her face still flushed with embarrassment.

  Raised his hand to tear the painting, but immediately showed a hint of reluctance. He entered the room, placed the painting under the pillow, turned around and exited the door, and started bustling about in the courtyard as usual...

  In the largest Wang's wine house in the east of Luoyang City, the lights were shining brightly. Although it was already late at night, the place was still crowded with people coming and going at the entrance.

  Other wine houses usually have some tattered beggars waiting at the door, and after a day of business in the wine house, they will carry out several buckets of leftover rice to distribute to the many beggars.

  But within a radius of several hundred meters around the Wang's wine house, not a single beggar can be seen. Even the trees surrounding the wine house are decorated with lanterns and have been trimmed to look particularly artistic.

  A style of luxury and nobility.

  At the entrance of the wine house, more than a dozen high-end decorated carriages were parked, and even the young servants who helped to lead the horses were more arrogant than ordinary people, with an air of pride that looked down on others.

  A horse carriage stopped in front of the Wang's wine house.

  A middle-aged man wearing silk brocade got out of the car, followed by Old Man Song who was somewhat fawning and smiling all over his face.

  The little servant came up and shouted respectfully: "Master Yan!"

  The middle-aged man, called "Yan Ye", casually gave a few silver coins to the young servant who came forward to hold his horse, making Song Lao look at him with admiration and envy. Even the tip he gave was a few silver coins, which showed that Yan Ye was no ordinary person. Now, he had climbed up a big tree, proving that what the fortune teller said was probably true - he had good luck and met a noble person.

  Two people followed one after another into the wine building.