Chapter 1488 Am I a Scumbag?

Just as he entered the backyard, the little girl came to pick up Jiang Hao, looked at Jiang Hao and smiled, "Miss said your calligraphy is better than poetry, I think so too, Miss is waiting for you in the back, come with me."

"Thank you Miss Caiyun." Jiang Hao said with a bow.

"You know my name is Caiyun?" The little girl looked at Jiang Hao with interest.

"I will remember it if I hear it from someone, not to mention Miss Caiyun is so young and beautiful." Jiang Hao said.

There was no frivolous taste when he said these words, others could only take it as a compliment, and the little girl felt happy when she heard it.

The little girl looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slightly chubby face, and looked very pretty and cute, but she was not tall, only about 1.5 meters, and with fair skin, she looked younger than her actual age.

However, Jiang Hao knew that the little girl in front of him was probably three hundred years old if not five hundred years old, otherwise it would be impossible for her to reach the level of a high-level ghost general.

The little girl walked in front and led Jiang Hao to the backyard. After turning two porches, this place was far away from the main building of Yuxian Tower. There was no noise and it seemed very quiet.

Just as he walked to a loft, Jiang Hao heard a sound of piano. He slowed down and Caiyun led him inside. Jiang Hao found that this was a living room. There was a low table in the hall, which was full of tea sets, teapots, and water-boiling tools. There was also a small stove with charcoal fire next to it, and a water-boiling pottery kettle on the stove.

The sound of the piano came from behind a bead curtain. Because the candlelight in the room was dim, a graceful figure could be vaguely seen playing the piano, but the face could not be seen clearly.

Jiang Hao knew that the ancients liked this tune.

It was looming and vague, like smoke.

It showed a hazy beauty.

It was the most itchy place that could not be seen clearly, and it could attract people's minds.

Caiyun asked Jiang Hao to sit down, gave him a smile, and turned away. Only Jiang Hao and the girl Yuxian behind the curtain were left in the room.

Jiang Hao had never heard of this song. The end of the song was quiet and cold. Jiang Hao understood music. He could hear a faint sadness from the piano sound.

"Gulp gulp~~Puff!"

The water in the pot boiled, and hot air gushed out from the lid.

Jiang Hao suddenly got excited. He thought about the time when he was in the world of Infernal Affairs, his favorite thing was to make tea and drink tea alone in the Taoist temple when he had nothing to do. This way he could think about many things. If he was tired, he would empty himself.

He took the cloth towel next to the pot and put it on the handle of the pot. He picked up the kettle, first washed the purple clay pot and teacup next to it, and then poured a pot of boiling water into the pot. This is called a thermos.

He picked up a bamboo pot in front of him that held tea leaves, opened it and smelled it, and then opened several others and smelled them separately. Finally, he chose one of them, poured out the water in the thermos, put the tea leaves in the purple clay pot, and then started brewing.

Jiang Hao did it slowly and steadily. He did not pursue the tedious steps mentioned in the Tea Classics, but brewed it in the way he liked and was most accustomed to.

Not long after, a scent of tea emerged and drifted lightly in the room.

Smelling the tea, the woman who played the piano raised her head and looked at Jiang Hao, who was pouring tea at this time.

At this moment, the woman finished playing the last note of the piano, and the room was quiet.

"Miss Yuxian, why don't you have a cup of tea and taste my craftsmanship?" Jiang Hao said softly.

Hualingling~!

There was a sound of beads on the door curtain, and the woman lifted the curtain with her bare hands and walked out of the room. Jiang Hao looked up and happened to meet the pair of phoenix eyes. This woman gave people a very special feeling. She was as beautiful as peaches and plums, but she gave people a feeling of coldness. Although she was in a brothel, she was arrogant.

"Please!"

Jiang Hao pointed to the tea cup that had been poured opposite and said.

The woman sat down, shook her sleeves, and gently lifted the tea cup with both hands to her lips, and took a sip.

"The taste is very special, no seasoning is added, only bitter but sweet in the bitterness." The woman's voice was like a gurgling spring.

It sounds nice, but it's a bit like a mountain stream, with a cool taste.

Jiang Hao thought, maybe it's her cold temperament that attracts so many people to her, after all, men are more cheap.

"Why do you make tea like this?" Yu Xian looked at Jiang Hao and asked.

Jiang Hao said softly: "Make a pot of strong tea, choose a quiet place, and drink it by yourself. It can cleanse your mind and refresh your spirit. You can also sip it slowly, enjoy the quiet years alone, and invite friends to make tea and write papers, which is also fun!"

Jiang Hao thought, since you are a literary young woman, selling cold style, then let's pretend, Jiang Hao is very good at pretending.

The woman took another sip of tea and asked: "Mr. Jiang, you wrote a few good poems just now, but have you studied "qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea"? "

"I dare not say that I have studied it, but I know a little bit."

"What did Mr. Jiang feel when I listened to my qin just now?" The woman asked.

Jiang Hao paused for a moment and said, "Quiet, elegant, and indifferent." After saying these words, the woman's expression did not change, but Jiang Hao was not finished yet, and continued, "Sad, lonely, and cold!"

The woman's eyes flickered. She didn't expect that the man in front of her really understood all the meanings of her piano. In fact, the piano sound was her voice.

The woman looked up at Jiang Hao, "I saw Mr. Jiang's calligraphy, it's very good. Does Mr. Jiang know how to paint?"

"Do you have a place to paint here?" Jiang Hao asked.

"Inner room."

Jiang Hao stood up, lifted the beaded curtain and walked into the inner room. This was not a boudoir, but more like a study. There were pens, inkstones, and paper on the table next to it. Jiang Hao thought for a moment and said to the woman, "Just sit there and I'll draw a portrait of you."

Yu Xian hesitated for a moment and sat down on the seat as she said. The candlestick was placed next to her, making her face more three-dimensional.

Jiang Hao began to look carefully for a while and soon started to paint.

He was also a professional painter, especially in portraits. He had his own unique painting method. The composition, color, brushstrokes, and brushwork were far beyond this era. After about an incense stick of time, Jiang Hao put down his pen and waved to Yu Xian.

"Come and see how it goes."

The woman stood up and slowly walked to the table. With the help of candlelight, she looked at the painting on the table. She was surprised to find that this painting was very different from ordinary ladies' paintings. The characters in the painting in front of her were just like real people on paper.

Previous paintings were all flat, and they focused more on lines, but this painting was full of large groups of colors, but it made the whole person look vivid.

"I've never seen this kind of painting?" The woman said in surprise.

Jiang Hao smiled in his heart. Although you have lived for a thousand years, you lived in the first half, and I lived in the last thousand years.

"This is my own invention. If Miss Yuxian likes it, I can teach her." Jiang Hao said.

The woman nodded.

Looking at Jiang Hao, she thought, since he is learning to paint, I will keep him for another day. It won't be too late to eat him after he learns to paint.

Jiang Hao spread out another piece of paper, pressed it with a paperweight, and said to the woman, "Why don't you draw one, and I will teach you next to you."

The woman was excited and didn't think much. She walked to the table, and Jiang Hao stood behind the woman, and the two of them were only a fist away from each other.

"What do you want to draw? Copy one according to your painting?" The woman asked.

Jiang Hao shook his head: "Draw a new one, you will learn faster that way, um~~, just draw me."

The woman looked at Jiang Hao, memorized his face, and began to draw on the rice paper. While drawing Jiang Hao, the woman explained how to use the brush, but the woman could not change her previous drawing habits and drew wrong again.

"Not like that, I will teach you."

Jiang Hao grabbed the woman's hand and led the woman to draw together.

The woman paused slightly, and let Jiang Hao hold her little hand to draw. Jiang Hao only felt that the woman's hand was cold and smooth in his palm, without any temperature, similar to the little hand of lychee.

But why did this woman resist when he grabbed her hand? As a brothel girl, should she still reject men's touch?

The two of them taught and learned, and their bodies got closer and closer. The woman no longer rejected Jiang Hao holding her hand and relaxed a lot. I don't know how long it took, but the two finished the painting together, but because this painting was the woman's first practice, Jiang Hao's appearance was painted a little ugly.

"Hehe~!"

The woman suddenly laughed.

"So you look ugly like this." The woman pointed at the painting and said.

"Didn't you make me ugly?"

"No, you are ugly like this, but you don't know it." The woman said with a smile.

While teasing, the two people's eyes met each other, and their bodies froze at the same time. Jiang Hao's mind moved and he used the "charm technique".

Jiang Hao rarely used this skill, mainly because Jiang Hao himself was attractive enough to women, and he didn't need this skill at all in many cases.

The woman froze, her eyes looked at Jiang Hao for a while and she was a little absent-minded, as if she fell into a warm place, and at the same time she felt numb all over her body and had no strength.

Jiang Hao looked at the woman's dark and bright eyes, as if he could see his face in her pupils.

At this moment, Jiang Hao's hand moved, and a small purple-gold gourd appeared in his palm.

"Collect!"

The purple-gold gourd started and grabbed the woman. The woman was startled, but at this moment most of her mind was still immersed in this intoxicating look, her body was numb and she couldn't use magic power. The next moment, she was sucked into the gourd space.

Jiang Hao was the only one left in the room.

He touched the purple gold gourd and muttered to himself: "Isn't it a bit too much of a scumbag to recruit people in this way?"