Zhou Xuan didnt know that he had caused discord between Qins mother and daughter. He was snoring loudly, while Zhou Xuan was wide awake and couldnt sleep. When he finally fell asleep, he would have to wait until he woke up naturally. This nap started in the afternoon at three oclock, and he didnt even get up for dinner. After sleeping enough, he got out of bed and saw that a lamp on the dresser was shining dimly, while outside the window was pitch black - it was still midnight.

  Woke up and didnt want to lie back down unless Miss Qin was on the bed.

  Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind the bed: "Brother-in-law, youre awake."

  Zhou Xuan was startled and immediately recognized it as Xiao Huixiangs voice.

  Xiao Huixiang rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out from behind the bed, saying: "Master hasnt had dinner yet, Ill go call someone to heat up some food for Master."

  There was a small bed behind the carved flower embroidered bed where Zhou Xuan slept, which was originally where Xiao Huixiang slept. Tonight, seeing that Zhou Xuan hadnt come to eat dinner, Qin Doctor was afraid he had drunk too much and hurt his body, so he came to take his pulse. Knowing everything was fine, he let Xiao Huixiang stay and serve him tea or something.

  Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "Dont go, its the middle of the night, three oclock, disturbing everyones sleep. Just bring me some snacks to eat, and a big glass of boiled water, this old master lives a simple life."

  Xiao Huixiang smiled, picked up a small lantern from the side of the door, lit the candle inside, and went out with it. After a while, she came back with one hand holding the lantern and the other carrying a bamboo basket.

  There is braised beef, mille-feuille, glutinous rice cake and a large cup of water in the basket.

  Zhou Xuan had a good appetite and ate quickly, but in just five minutes, the basket was empty.

  Xiao Huixiang smiled and watched her brother-in-law eating, saying: "Xiao Huixiang will go get some more pastries for brother-in-law."

  Zhou Xuan waved his hand and drank the water in the cup, saying: "No more, Im already full. Xiao Huixiang, what time is it now?"

  Xiao Huixiang said: "The fourth watch has just been struck, and there is still an hour before dawn. Uncle doesnt want to sleep anymore, does he? Then Ill tell him a story about his time in Australia."

  Zhou Xuans scalp felt slightly numb, having just told a lie in front of him, and now he needed countless more to cover it up. This wouldnt do, sooner or later the cracks would show. "Those are all sad things, I dont want to remember them anymore," he said. "How about this, Xiao Huixiang? Ill draw a portrait for you, guaranteed to be beautiful. What do you say?"

  Xiao Huixiangs eyes lit up and she pointed at the picture of Lin Zhiling on the bedside bag, saying: "Is this the portrait?"

  Zhou Xuan looked at Lin Zhiling and said, "To paint so intricately and realistically, we need a special brush and pigment from our country, Australia. Tangguo definitely doesnt have it, but I can guarantee that I will paint Little Huixiang very much like her and make her look very cute."

  Xiao Huixiangs face flushed with excitement as she said, "Master, go take a look at Master Xiaodis study, there are brushes and paints there."

  Two people came to the small study with lanterns, Xie Xiang first used fire to light up the lamps in the study, then quickly found out brushes, ink and top-grade paper from Jingxian.

  Zhou Xuan had Xiao Huixiang find a piece of charcoal, sharpen it to serve as a carbon pencil, and fix the paper from Jingxian on a wooden board. He then asked Xiao Huixiang to pose with her back against the door frame, turning her head around, and he began sketching.

  Zhou Xuan attended three universities: Jingdezhen Ceramic Art and Design College, Nanchang University Chinese Department, and Shanghai Fashion Design College. At the ceramic art college, he learned to paint, specifically painting women in fine brushwork on pottery, but was expelled before graduating, so his painting skills are average, only able to paint beautiful women. However, he largely relied on self-study, copying many Western nude paintings, giving him a good understanding of female body structure. His former girlfriend with beautiful legs also modeled nude for him under his sweet talk, greatly contributing to the formation of Zhou Xuans elegant and *** painting style.

  "Hiss——hiss-hiss, hiss-hiss——hiss——", the faint sound of charcoal scratching on paper was especially clear in this quiet night.

  The little hyacinths neck was twisted back, twisted for a long time, the neck was sore, but still stubbornly motionless, holding on for about a minute, the neck no longer felt sore and numb.

  After a while, Zhou Xuan threw the remaining charcoal on the ground with a "thud" and clapped his hands, saying: "Haha, small achievement accomplished. Next is painting clothes and dyeing colors. Xiao Huixiang, you can rest now."

  Xiao Huixiangs stiff body relaxed, turned around to come over and see the painting, but unfortunately, her neck couldnt turn all the way, her body faced Zhou Xuan, while her head was facing the outside of the door.

  "My neck is twisted and I couldnt turn my head around." Xiao Huixiang said with a sob, turning her back to Zhou Xuan, her face facing upwards.

  "Ah!" Zhou Xuan quickly put down his painting board and went to look at Xiao Huixiangs neck.

  Suddenly someone outside the door spoke up: "What are you people doing?"

  The speaker was Miss Qin, with her hair disheveled and wearing a loose white linen cross-collared nightgown, barefoot in wooden clogs. Because she hadnt worn a breast wrap at night, one hand grasped the collar of her clothes, afraid that spring light would leak out.

  Xiao Huixiang said: "Miss, save me! My husband gave Xiao Huixiang a painting, and the pose has been held for too long. Now my neck cant be twisted anymore."

  Qin Que looked at the little girls scrunched up neck and worried expression, couldnt help but want to laugh, walked over and grabbed Xiaohuos shoulders with both hands, gently massaging the "Jianzhongshu" acupoint on either side, thumbs overlapping to press the "Dazhui" acupoint.

  The little thymes head slowly turned right, and he happily said: "Thank you, miss."

  Zhou Xuan also tilted his neck and said: "Miss Qin, Dr. Qin, Ive twisted my neck too, you should treat me as well."

  Qin Que gave him a slanted glance and said softly: "Dont pretend to be ill if youre not - live a regular life, drink in moderation, and your body will naturally be healthy."

  Is this blaming Zhou Xuan for drinking too much and not sleeping at midnight? It has a bit of a doctors tone to it.

  Zhou Xuan held her neck stiffly, as if she had just quarreled with someone: "Ive been holding the portrait of Xiaohui for a while now, my shoulders are sore, is it periarthritis, Dr. Qin?"

  This guy is so good at pretending to be ill, Qin Xiao couldnt help but laugh a little. He ignored Zhou Xuan and said to Xiaohua: "Dont make trouble here, come back with me."

  "Alright miss, Ill just take a look at the painting and leave." She walked over in small steps, picked up the painting board and took a look. Suddenly she let out a cry of surprise, her face turning bright red instantly.

  Miss Qin felt strange and walked over to take a look.

  Zhou Xuan only then realized that things were not good, he had only used lines to outline the rough shape of Xiao Huixiangs sideways glance, because he did not plan to paint Xiao Huixiang in the small servant girl dress she was currently wearing, and instead planned to put her in a fashionable summer outfit from a thousand years later, so he had only painted the human body, without painting the clothes, in other words, it was a nude painting!

  Miss Qin just took a glance, her face first turned red and then pale, looking at Zhou Xuan with extreme disdain, pulling Xiao Huixiangs hand and saying: "Lets go."

  Its okay to be hated by beautiful women, but what cant be tolerated is this extreme contempt and disdain. In the middle of the night, luring underage girls in this painting is too vulgar, too lowly, and too tasteless. Zhou Xuan absolutely cannot let this dirty hat be worn on his own head, not even for a day.

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