Chapter 433: The Stewed Ugly Duckling! (2/2)

“Hey, what do you mean?” Little star stared furiously at Li Muyang, and grunted, “Why do you say that about our Miss?”

“Apologise. Apologise immediately to our Miss.”

“Little Star, Little Moon——” Song Chenxi scolded, and her bright starry eyes swept to Li Muyang, softly uttering, “I understand. I'll take note of it.”

“I'm glad you understand. Then the ugly duckling did not die in vain.” 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.

“Chenxi has a request, I don't know if it is appropriate.” Song Chenxi looked at Li Muyang, blus.h.i.+ng shyly.

“Miss Song, just let me know.” Li Muyang urged. He couldn't bear to refuse the girl's request. If it were not too much.

“I'd like to ask Gongzi Muyang to give me a painting.” Song Chenxi mumbled, then felt that it was too shameful to force someone to paint for her she hurriedly explained, “I will certainly repay you with a generous gift.”

“I really don't mind if there's a gift or not. I agree to Miss Song's request. When I have created a good enough painting, I will certainly bring it to your residence.”

“No, I want———” Song Chenxi lowered her voice, he red face growing redder, and her voice murmured, “I want Gongzi Muayng to draw a picture of me——”

Li Muyang suddenly realised, earnestly nodded: “I will do my best to show Miss graceful bearing.”

“As long as you do it with all your heart.” Song Chenxi, sitting upright in the carriage inside, lifted her large sleeves and deeply bowed to Li Muyang. “Thank you for your trouble.”

After bidding goodbye to Song Chenxi, Li Muyang returned to his carriage.

Thinking of Song Chenxi's 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 Chenxi's 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?

“Because I'm better than everyone else.” 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 dragon's 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.

“In time, who will the t.i.tle of the most beautiful man be given to but me?” 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 continent———Did they know how hard Li Muyang had worked for this?

“Uncle Luo, let's go home.” Li Muyang said aloud, “Grandfather Lu and others are waiting at home. They must be worried if we're not back.”

Luo Xu flicked his whip and drove the carriage forward again. He knew that Li Muyang's 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.

“Miss, that Li Muayng is a bad person, Miss don't talk to him in the future.”

“Yes, the duckling is so cute, how would it be eaten by hunters? He's a bad guy.”

Song Chenxi smiled, reached out to pinch the two little girl's pretty faces. “He has kind intentions.”

“Kind 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 herself———”

“That's because you're both silly girls.” 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. “He's right, I'll be eaten myself. Everyone should do what they can, why bring trouble to oneself?”

“I do like painting, but my body——is too weak. If I were to work as hard as I did in the past, I——most 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 day———If 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.”

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