While Lu Jingting was painting, he stole a glance at Huang Ye and saw that he was lost in thought. He asked carefully, "Teacher, can I add something of my own?"
Huang Ye was absent-minded, his eyes returned to Lu Xuan's delicate neck again: "Although you have taken me as your master, you are not my shadow. Ting'er should have his own characteristics, and I will be happy for you."
"Thank you, teacher!" Lu Jingting was very excited. This was the first time in three years that he had added something of his own! Moreover, he even got Huang Ye's approval! This was a kind of affirmation for him!
He immediately mixed the colors and started painting. In an instant, a red smudge spread out, looking exceptionally gorgeous.
"Teacher, what do you think?" Lu Xuan suddenly picked up the painting and turned around, which made Huang Ye slightly stunned. He blinked and his heart tightened. He was actually staring at him in a trance. His heart immediately beat like a drum. He suddenly realized that his desire for Lu Xuan was difficult to suppress and hide.
He looked at the painting in Lu Xuan's hand and was immediately stunned. The painting was bright and beautiful, just like the handsome Lu Xuan himself.
"I wanted to paint cherry blossoms..." Lu Xuan said a little shyly, but his shy look made Huang Ye's passion even more uncontrollable.
Lu Xuan lowered his head shyly: "Because I wanted to commemorate the scene of my first meeting with the teacher, but the plum tree has already been painted, so I painted red plum blossoms. Teacher, what do you think?" Lu Xuan looked at Huang Ye nervously with anticipation, fearing that Huang Ye would criticize him for adding unnecessary details or that the colors were too bright.
Lu Xuan really admired his mentor so much that he cared very much about Huang Ye's opinions and comments. If he could get a word or two of praise from him, he would be so excited that he could not sleep at night.
His admiring yet nervous expression and pink face reflected in Huang Ye's eyes instantly ignited Huang Ye's hidden desire that had been suppressed for many years.
Huang Ye's eyes immediately lit up with fire. He immediately grabbed Lu Xuan's arm and asked, "What did you want to draw?"
Lu Xuan was startled by Huang Ye's sudden rude behavior, and immediately felt timid. He knew that the masters in Beijing paid great attention to his painting skills, and they could be said to be self-proclaimed masters. Any arbitrary changes made by students would be regarded as disobedience to the master. Therefore, he carefully sought Huang Ye's consent when making changes.
He looked at Huang Ye carefully: "I want to draw... the moment when I first met my teacher..."
After hearing this, Huang Ye threw himself on Lu Xuan without caring about anything else. He pressed him onto the drawing table and said anxiously, "My dear Ting'er, the teacher has been in love with you for three years. Today, you will obey the teacher. The teacher will definitely love you well and make your paintings famous in the capital!" Before he finished speaking, Huang Ye had already kissed him, not giving Lu Xuan any chance to refuse...
Now in the dark hall of the Huang family, several men were dumbfounded after hearing what Lu said, because they didn't know how to look at the two skeletons on the ground, nor did they know what expression to put on their faces.
Male homosexuality was not popular in the Qian Dynasty, but it was prevalent in the capital when the dynasty was corrupt. Now, if people knew that someone was homosexual, they would be despised and scorned by the world.
Yi Jixuan and Fu Mingsu encountered quite a few in their daily interactions with people. The people they met in business were also of all kinds. Because of business dealings, they also knew that some of them were not homosexuals, but they were born not to love women and their nature could not be changed. Over time, they became friends and would help each other conceal things.
No matter what, male homosexuality is still despised in the Qian Dynasty. If Huang Ye is just deceiving the world and stealing his reputation, and others are ghostwriting for him, then the value of his paintings will at most decrease. But if the world recognizes Lu Jingting and continues to like his paintings, the value of his paintings will increase. As mentioned before, antiques with stories will be more valuable.
However, if Huang Ye and Lu Jingting were a male couple, that would be a different matter.
The hall was full of straight men, with only Yun Yao as the only one, and the atmosphere was obviously awkward.
Although Fu Mingrui's expression remained unchanged, his heart was in turmoil. He never thought that this would be the story.
Faced with this plot trend, he suddenly didn't know how to ask next. If it was a girl, he would naturally ask Huang Yeqiang what happened to the girl...
And now... the man is considered a traitor, why is it suddenly difficult for him to say this
"What happened next?!" Yun Yao asked curiously, "Didn't Lu Jingting resist?"
"Hmph! That male prostitute is very happy!" At this point, Mrs. Lu was gritting her teeth and no longer called Lu Jingting "little brother" but "male prostitute", which showed that she hated Lu Jingting extremely.
As her memories were torn apart bit by bit, the hatred that had already calmed down in Lu's heart swept over like a surging wave, making her originally kind and gentle face become ferocious and cruel. The strong hatred and disgust distorted her facial features, making her look like a wicked woman crawling out of hell, hideous and terrifying.
Mrs. Lu narrowed her eyes coldly: "Lu Jingting, that male prostitute, had always admired my husband. After this incident, he became my husband's male lover and shamelessly continued to accompany him day and night!"
"He is controlled by your husband. He is young and has great respect for Huang Ye. He doesn't know how to deal with it!" Yun Yao puffed up her cheeks and said angrily.
“Shut up, little bitch!” Mrs. Lu looked at Yun Yao fiercely. “Even an honest judge would have a hard time settling family disputes. What do you know, little bitch?!”
Hearing Madam Lu scolding Yun Yao for being a stinky girl, Fu Minghui, full of youthful energy, immediately shouted angrily: "Madam Lu! How dare you! Apologize to Miss Yun!"
Fu Mingsui, Fu Mingrui and Yi Jixuan all looked at Fu Minghui because of his sudden excitement, and the three men had different expressions.
Fu Mingsu's shrewd face showed even more worry. Fu Mingrui's handsome face showed a little more smile. And Yi Jixuan looked left and right, lowered his eyes and smiled, seeing through it but not saying anything.
But Yun Yao waved her hand and said, "I don't need you to stand up for me." Yun Yao still didn't appreciate Fu Minghui's kindness.
Fu Minghui smiled instead, with no trace of anger in his eyes, only bright stars. This girl had personality, unlike those girls he had seen before who were as weak and soft-spoken as he was.
Others only thought that the girls who spoke softly were as adorable as little birds, but Fu Minghui felt that he could not hear clearly what they said and it was difficult.
Fu Mingsui saw the light in Fu Minghui's eyes and his heart sank. He turned around and held his forehead with his hand, feeling a headache and chest tightness.
Yun Yao raised her chin and widened her beautiful fox eyes: "Lu Jingting had always been living under someone else's roof, and he regarded you as his mother and Huang Ye as his father. He was suddenly taken away by his respected teacher. He was shocked and scared at the time, and there was no one to tell. What could he do? He couldn't cry, make a fuss, or even hang himself, because he was still thinking about the reputation of his beloved teacher! How can you say that he was willing?!"
"Humph!" There was only contempt in Lu's triangular eyes. Now thinking of them, she felt sick and wanted to vomit. (To be continued)