Speaking of the past, Li Muyang couldnât help lamenting, âI was dark before.â
âKekekeâââ Because the smile was too enthusiastic, the girlâs face gained a healthy blush. âI know. There have been rumours in the capital before, and everyone was curiousââcurious about what the lawless Li Muyang looks like. There were even people selling your portrait in the capital. I also asked Little Star to buy oneâââ
âLittle Star is me.â The girl with the top knot bun on the left said.
âThe portrait I bought looks a bit like you.â
âThat really happened?â Li Muyang exclaimed. He had been in Tiandu for so many days, but no one had told him that his portrait had been selling so well in the capital. âWhat did they paint me like?â
âOnly a pair of eyes can be seen.â
âBlack?â
âYes. So dark that only a pair of eyes could be seen.â Song Chenxi looked at Li Muyang, wondering which bad person would deliberately defame others to make a profit. Gongzi Muyang was as tall as bamboo, handsome and talented. He was one of the most graceful Gongzis in the entire Tiandu. She also thought it was ridiculous when she saw the portrait. How could someone be this black? Now that she saw him in person, her speculation at that time was right. âGongzi Muyang is very handsome.â
Li Muyangâs pale face slightly reddened, once again he deeply bowed his head: âMiss Song is over complimenting me. But you didnât really waste your money on the portrait, I indeed was really dark when I was young. So dark thatââonly my pair of eyes could be seen.â
âIs that right?â Song Chenxiâs eyes widened, evidently unwilling to believe it. âWhy did you become so white now?â
âIâll tell Miss Song a story.â Li Muyang said.
âGreat. I really like to hear stories.â The topknot bun girl on the left applauded. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI like stories too. Is it the story of the young dragon slayer?â The topknot bun girl on the right exclaimed.
âLittle Star, Little moon, donât interrupt.â Song Chenxi seemed to really spoil the two little servant girls and couldnât bear to scold them. âQuiet. Listen to Gongzi Muyangâs story.â
âItâs the story of an ugly duckling.â Li Muyang smiled. âOnce upon a time, there was an ugly duckling, and he was ugly, very ugly. All the ducklings hated him and did not want to play with him. The ugly duckling was very upset, and said to his mother, âMother, Mother, everyone say I am ugly and donât want to play with meâ. Mother duck hugged the ugly duckling and said in a comforting voice, âsilly child, one day, you will become the most beautiful duckling, you will become the most dazzling existence among the ducksâ. The ugly duckling cheered up a little having listened to his Motherâs words. âI must work hard, I want to become the most beautiful duck. So, the ugly duckling left home, experienced the wind and frost, and suffered a tough lifeâââââ
âIn the end the ugly duckling became beautiful, right?â Song Chenxi asked with a look of anticipation.
âThe ugly duckling was eaten,â said Li Muyang. âA hunter discovered him by a small river, so he shot an arrow at him. The hunter took the ugly duckling back, plucked his feathers, cleaned him, and cooked him with mountain bamboo shoots. It is said that the taste was very good.â
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The three girls in the carriage stared at Li Muyang with their eyes wide open and their mouths gaping.
âThe ugly ducklingââ-was eaten?â Little Star asked. Li Muyang was finally able to tell the difference between the two little girls. There was a small birthmark on Little Starâs forehead, while Little Moonâs eyes were a little narrower and looked a little more mature.
âHow could he have been eaten? The hunterâââate the protagonist of the story?â
âThatâs right.â Li Muyang nodded. âIf you see an ugly duckling on the side of the road, will you take it back and eat it?â
The two girls vigorously shook their heads, implying that they would never eat the ugly duckling.
With a smile on his face, Li Muyang said, âBut hunters will. For hunters, rabbits are meat, and ducks are also meat. Is it not a normal thing to change taste from time to time?â
âYouââtold me a storyâââ Song Chenxiâs chest heaved up and down as she gasped for breath, âthe storyââis it notâânot to comfort me?â
âYes,â Li Muyang nodded earnestly, âDo you understand?â
âUnderstand what?â â
âWhy was the ugly duckling eaten by a hunter?â
âBecauseââhe left his family?â
âBecause he has ambitions that donât match up to his strength.â Li Muyang stated. âIf he did not want to become the most beautiful duckling, did not want to become the most dazzling existence of ducks, then he will certainly be living with his parents and families, living happily and peacefully, and will never encounter hunters and be eaten by them.â
âAre you trying to sayâââ
âYes.â Li Muyang nodded. âYou are already the princess of the Song family, the most dazzling existence of the capital city. Therefore, you only need to do your best in painting. There is no need to deliberately pursue being ranked and entering the realms. Thatâs what people who have nothing wants to do, why do you force yourself like that?â
âWill I be eaten by hunters?â
âNo, youâre going to be eaten by yourself.â Li Muyang said with a smile.
âHey, what do you mean?â Little star stared furiously at Li Muyang, and grunted, âWhy do you say that about our Miss?â
âApologise. Apologise immediately to our Miss.â
âLittle Star, Little Moonâââ Song Chenxi scolded, and her bright starry eyes swept to Li Muyang, softly uttering, âI understand. Iâll take note of it.â
âIâm glad you understand. Then the ugly duckling did not die in vain.â Li Muyang drew back the corners of his mouth in a grin.
Little Star and Little Moon exchanged a glance, looking confused.
But the young Miss did not let them speak again, and they dared not to question Li Muyang again.
âChenxi has a request, I donât know if it is appropriate.â Song Chenxi looked at Li Muyang, blushing shyly.
âMiss Song, just let me know.â Li Muyang urged. He couldnât bear to refuse the girlâs request. If it were not too much.
âIâd like to ask Gongzi Muyang to give me a painting.â Song Chenxi mumbled, then felt that it was too shameful to force someone to paint for her she hurriedly explained, âI will certainly repay you with a generous gift.â
âI really donât mind if thereâs a gift or not. I agree to Miss Songâs request. When I have created a good enough painting, I will certainly bring it to your residence.â
âNo, I wantââââ Song Chenxi lowered her voice, he red face growing redder, and her voice murmured, âI want Gongzi Muayng to draw a picture of meâââ
Li Muyang suddenly realised, earnestly nodded: âI will do my best to show Miss graceful bearing.â
âAs long as you do it with all your heart.â Song Chenxi, sitting upright in the carriage inside, lifted her large sleeves and deeply bowed to Li Muyang. âThank you for your trouble.â
After bidding goodbye to Song Chenxi, Li Muyang returned to his carriage.
Thinking of Song Chenxiâs request, it was somewhat ironic.
The powerful and prestigious families had many artists to create portraits of the elders, so as to leave a memory for future generations.
Given Song Chenxiâs status and the degree of her being dearly loved by the Song family, she could have found any artist she wants. She could even hire the Palace painters of West Wind Palace.
Why would she want to find Li Muayng to paint her?
âBecause Iâm better than everyone else.â Li Muyang solemnly nodded, thinking that the ancient saying really was right: It was always good to have more skills. The more things a person knows, the easier it is for them to live.
It was originally just an interest, but there would unexpectedly be such a harvest from it.
Later on he must check on the black dragonâs memory. In his long life, he really had learnt a lot of magical skills and cultivation techniques. Li Muyang thought that he should learn more since it may become useful at some point.
âIn time, who will the title of the most beautiful man be given to but me?â Li Muyang thought.
The heavens had pity on him. The trash youngster of Jiangnan city in the past, the charcoal pig, had become a handsome and graceful young man known across the divine continentâââDid they know how hard Li Muyang had worked for this?
âUncle Luo, letâs go home.â Li Muyang said aloud, âGrandfather Lu and others are waiting at home. They must be worried if weâre not back.â
Luo Xu flicked his whip and drove the carriage forward again. He knew that Li Muyangâs worry was very reasonable. Given how the Lu family treated the youngster, they must be anxiously waiting for him to come back from meeting the renowned eye of the Starry Sky, Song Gudu,?
Inside the ox carriage, Little Star and Little moon looked pitifully at their young Miss.
âMiss, that Li Muayng is a bad person, Miss donât talk to him in the future.â
âYes, the duckling is so cute, how would it be eaten by hunters? Heâs a bad guy.â
Song Chenxi smiled, reached out to pinch the two little girlâs pretty faces. âHe has kind intentions.â
âKind intention? What kind of kind intention? The story he told was not good at all, and he said that he would eat the duckling, and said that Miss would be eaten by herselfââââ
âThatâs because youâre both silly girls.â Song Chenxi clasped the heater, her body softly leaned against the thick blanket in the carriage. Only then did the temperature of her body rise a little, and did not feel the cold outside. âHeâs right, Iâll be eaten myself. Everyone should do what they can, why bring trouble to oneself?â
âI do like painting, but my bodyââis too weak. If I were to work as hard as I did in the past, Iââmost likely that even Grandfather may not be able to save me again. Last time Grandfather had repeatedly warned me to not paint any more. It was only after I begged him again and again that he allowed me to draw a little every dayâââIf I had too strong of an ambition, hope to get myself through the door of painting and enter the realms, then what I needed to invest was not something that my body could bear.â