The ancestors of Liang's family in the capital used to be high-ranking officials. Although they are down and out now, they are still strong on the outside and capable on the inside, with strict rules and regulations.
Ming Shan is Liang Luoduan's servant who has been with Liang Luoduan since he was born.
Why did he become a servant
Because his father, grandfather, and grandfather are all servants of the Liang family.
Of course, Mingshan cannot escape this vicious circle of fate.
But Ming Shan is very contented, Young Master Liang treats him very well.
Sometimes Ming Shan even felt that Young Master Liang was more pitiful than himself.
How can someone be required to study from the womb
Everyone in the Liang family is looking forward to Liang Luoduan becoming a talent, a high school in the imperial examination.
As soon as he was babbling, the Four Books and Five Classics were piled up in front of him.
As soon as he learned to walk, Father Liang invited a martial artist for him.
Later, when Liang Luoduan was a little older, he was strictly required by Liang's father.
When Young Master Liang was bored studying in the room, Ming Shan also accompanied him.
If he doesn't understand, he can be in a daze or take a nap at will.
But if Young Master Liang dared to distract himself, the pointer would be ruthlessly swung down, leaving miserable and bright red marks on the boy's fair and tender skin.
— Every day, boys grow into teenagers.
Other children were playing outside.
He kneels in front of the futon every day, only studying and reading, like a sluggish walking dead.
Ming Shan remembered that Young Master Liang was addicted to sugar at that time.
It was probably because his childhood was too bitter, and something with a little sweetness could make him forget those pains for a short time. So the addiction is strong.
Father Liang forbade him to eat so much sugar.
Ming Shan slipped to the kitchen in the middle of the night to help Young Master Liang steal.
Or wait for the testimonials to be released every month, go out and buy them, hide them and eat them quietly.
Young Master Liang especially hates drawing.
Ming Shan knew that he looked upright and rigorous on the outside, but in fact he had used tricks to get rid of three old painters behind his back.
The Liang family didn't have that much money to hire a famous painter for Young Master Liang.
Later, upon introduction, the young Mr. Fu was invited.
When Mr. Fu came, Ming Shan was standing beside him.
Seeing that Young Master Liang had a very bad attitude at first.
Ming Shan thought that Young Master Liang would continue to drive him away again.
But he didn't.
…
The change started gradually from that day.
"Little Master Liang smiled in painting class today." Ming Shan ran excitedly to tell Aunt Xu in the kitchen.
Aunt Xu didn't take it seriously, "It's nothing unusual."
Ming Shan: "You don't know, Young Master Liang has never laughed in class."
Even Young Master Liang's usual smile to guests was just a smirk he pretended.
It has been a long time since Mingshan saw him smile so brightly, happily, and purely.
…
Mr. Fu has no fixed residence in the capital and lives in the guest room of the Liang family.
Ming Shan often saw Young Master Liang running to Mr. Fu's room.
There is a thunderstorm at night.
Thunder roared outside, as terrifying as hell.
Ming Shan was awakened by the blast.
He remembered that Young Master Liang was terribly afraid of thunder, so he threw the quilt and ran to the bedroom in a panic.
But when Ming Shan pushed the door and entered, he found that there was no one on the bed.
Only missing - a pillow.
The corner of Ming Shan's mouth twitched, thinking with his butt, he knew where the young master went.
…
Lantern Festival.
Young Master Liang wanted to go out to play, but he didn't need to ask to know that Liang's father would definitely not allow it.
"Go and find a large sack containing rice." Mr. Fu ordered.
Ming Shan blankly agreed, and ran to ask Aunt Xu to come over.
Ming Shan watched in amazement as Mr. Fu poked a few holes in the sack and put Young Master Liang in it.
Mr. Fu stepped out of Liang's house with the big sack on his shoulders without anyone noticing.
Mingshan didn't follow out that day.
All he knew was that Young Master Liang had brought a rabbit lantern with him when he came back.
"Master drew this rabbit for me." Young Master Liang rarely showed it off to him.
Ming Shan pursed his lips—smiled.
Young Master Liang always called other teachers "Old Antiques" behind his back, but he just called Mr. Fu Master.
At night, Young Master Liang put the lantern beside his pillow.
Ming Shan persuaded: "Young master, be careful of the candle when the sky is dry and the things are dry, it's better to put it out."
Young Master Liang glared at him, "How dare you blow it out?!"
Ming Shan: "...well, don't blow it."
Ming Shan took Young Master Liang's clothes and went out to wash them, but found half a bunch of leftover candied haws wrapped in paper in his pocket.
The young master's voice came from inside the room: "Don't lose it to me!"
Ming Shan had no choice but to say, "Master, the sugar is almost too melted to be eaten."
Young Master Liang groaned: "I don't care, you put it in the cupboard for me."
…
On the day Mr. Fu left, it was foggy and rainy.
Ming Shan secretly broke the wheels of his carriage under the young master's order, but it didn't help.
The capital is bustling with people coming and going, and there are always other cars that can take Mr. Fu out of the city.
Ming Shan looked up at Mr. Fu, sadly said: "You have only been in Beijing for three months, are you leaving now?"
Mr. Fu nodded.
Ming Shan: "But... the young master has contracted a cold and is unconscious. I'm afraid I won't be able to come out to see you off today."
"It's okay, let him recover from his illness." He turned his head while walking, and said, "Goodbye."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was filled with gray-blue shades.
The figure of the young man gradually drifted away until he completely disappeared from his field of vision.
Ming Shan's face was pale, and he wanted to stop Mr. Fu, but he didn't know how to stop him.
With Young Master Liang's character, he couldn't say a lot of things at all.
Ming Shan suddenly ran after him and shouted, "Mr. Fu..."
Did you ever know.
The handmade red oil and pastries placed on the table in each class are not that he can't eat them, but are specially prepared for you.
You always say that Young Master Liang was distracted in class and stared out of the window in a daze, but it's actually because he feels shy when looking directly at you.
On the eve of your departure, the carriage suddenly broke down, it was no accident... it was because he was reluctant to let you go...
But with so many words stuck in his throat, Ming Shan swallowed them back.
In the end, Ming Shan could only wave his hand, and said with a wry smile, "... —Shunfeng the road."
Since then, Mr. Fu has never heard from him.
It wasn't until the year when Liang Luoduan was the number one scholar in high school that Ming Shan received a package from an unknown letter for him.
It was from Mr. Fu.
The letter arrived late, and it only wished Liang Luoduan a smooth imperial examination and a title on the gold list.
There is also a wolf hair purple gold brush that Mr. Fu used to use before.
It is said that this is an imperial gift left by Mr. Fu's elders, and now he has given it to Liang Luoduan in a letter.
Ming Shan saw Liang Luoduan cherishingly put away the pen.
later.
"Master, Mr. Fu has passed away." Ming Shan said cautiously.
When he suddenly heard the news, Liang Luoduan looked very calm.
He still goes to the Hanlin Academy every day to work, socialize, go outing with friends, and chat and laugh.
He looked—as usual.
Ming Shan let go of his raised heart, thinking that he no longer cared about Mr. Fu.
However, one day, the writing brush accidentally broke.
Liang Luoduan took it to the best painting shop in the capital in the rain all night, asking someone to fix it.
The boss picked it up, but there are still obvious broken marks on the pen barrel.
"It can't be restored to its original state." The boss said regretfully.
Ming Shan watched Liang Luoduan hold the pen and sit withered in front of the store for a whole night.
It rains so much.
And the only thing Ming Shan can do is to stand by his side and silently open an umbrella for the other party.
…
Afterwards, Liang Luoduan met Emperor Ming, and his official career was smooth and promoted step by step.
Ming Shan was by his side, witnessing how Young Master Liang grew into an independent national teacher.
The emperor once wanted to propose marriage to him, but was rejected.
The object introduced by the parents with the words of a matchmaker was rejected.
After Mr. Fu, Ming Shan never saw Liang Luoduan have any happy people.
He was so preoccupied with state affairs that he never got married until his death.
Qi Linqing came home and saw the Chinese painting championship trophy in the living room.
It showed a cold metallic color under the light.
The runner-up of the Ink Cup National Competition this time was Gao Taiqing, who won the second prize.
Qi Linqing still remembered the name.
He called and asked Mr. Yan to investigate the other party.
If possible, he would like to buy that brush again from Gao Taiqing.
the next day.
Old Master Yan told him regretfully: "...Gao Taiqing has already sent the pen to the auction house, and it was just bought away."
Qi Linqing subconsciously asked: "By whom?"
Guardian Auction House.
The auctioneer yelled: "Tang Chao Zijin Langhao brush, 500,000 once, 500,000 twice, is there any higher..."
"..."
"have."
"Guest No. 13, bid 5.2-10,000!"
"Five hundred and twenty-thousand-times... two times... three times... Congratulations to guest No. 13 for winning the Zijin Langhao brush!" The auctioneer beamed and knocked down the golden hammer.
Gu Demao looked at guest No. 13 - Zhong Chen with a dull expression, in disbelief: "Are you crazy? Why did you pay ten times more..." To buy a broken brush
Zhong Chen glanced at him, and suddenly said: "Today is 521."
"By the way, remember to refund the money more than 500,000 to me in private."
Gu Demao: "..."
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