Chapter Ten The Mysterious Old Man

  "Damn it, Chen Juren, you didn't write anything good, but instead wrote that Shen Lao Taigong went to a brothel, I'm going to die!" At this time, Zhu Ziming sat in the carriage, gritting his teeth in anger.

  In a recent episode of "The Legend of Yan", it was written that Shen Lao Taigong and a certain songstress had an affair, which was transmitted to the ears of Mrs. Shen, causing her to be furious and directly find Zhu Ziming, who was scolded with a barrage of insults.

  Why not find Chen Juren, but instead find Zhu Ziming, because Madame Shen knew that the ideas in this broken book were all his, as the son-in-law of the Shen family, it's not helping the family, but also helping outsiders to compile the old master's works, you say how infuriating is that.

  For this, Mrs. Shen, who was still not satisfied, also deducted a month's worth of his pocket money.

  "Brother-in-law, don't get worked up over this, it's just a month's salary, in the future the entire Shen Manor will be yours." A bright and cheerful laughter came from outside the carriage.

  The Shen family is mine? Zhu Ziming spat out a mouthful of saliva, it's my son's, on the condition that my son follows his mother's surname.

  As a modern person, his thinking is advanced, but after all, he's just an old man. His own son follows his mother's surname, what kind of thing is this? Zhu Ziming felt some resentment in his heart, no wonder Li Yun would run away from marriage. If he had ancestors in this world, he'd run too!

  "I'm telling you, Zhang, why don't I just let you have this position instead," Zhu Ziming said with a smile as he lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the tall and sturdy coachman.

  The coachman looked honest and simple, it was Zhang Zhiyun who met outside the Shen Mansion, when Zhu Ziming saw him for the first time in the Shen Mansion, he didn't feel much surprise, with this honest man's temperament and stature, being a guard is the most suitable, if the Shen Mansion doesn't choose him, would they choose those pretty boys instead.

  Zhang Zhiyun smiled awkwardly: "Brother-in-law, you're joking, I don't have such good fortune."

  Originally thought that Zhu brother was just a errand boy, but suddenly became the maternal uncle of Shen's house, Zhang Zhiyun still clearly remembered the expression when he saw this maternal uncle, and his whole person was stunned.

  "Damn it, believe me or not, I'll kick you down with one foot."

  Zhang Zhiyun was so frightened that he hastily said: "Brother-in-law, I was wrong."

  Now that I've been in contact with this coachman for a long time, we've become quite familiar with each other. Zhu Ziming was just joking, if he really kicked him down and the carriage overturned, who would I reason with?

  The carriage fell silent for a while before Zhu Ziming suddenly spoke up: "You said that the first time I met Miss Shen, was it to give her a surprise?"

  Zhu Ziming, who had countless romantic conquests, always sent small gifts to girls on their first date to win them over, and this trick never failed. However, this time Mrs. Shen suddenly told him that his future wife would arrive in Hengzhou today and asked him to pick her up outside Lingyun City, leaving him unprepared.

  He was finally going to meet Miss Shen, and Zhu Ziming couldn't help but feel a little nervous and slightly excited.

  Surprised? Zhang Zhiyun was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Brother-in-law, you're just giving Miss a big surprise."

  Yes, this runaway husband has returned after several years, isn't it a "surprise"? But he's an imposter, and to think that he ran away from his wedding... how awkward does that sound? I'm afraid Miss Shen will definitely have some unerasable scars in her heart. Zhu Ziming thought to himself, still unsure what kind of relationship he would end up having with Miss Shen.

  In silence, the carriage went a few miles and stopped. Zhang Zhiyun shouted: "Young master, we have arrived."

  Zhu Ziming quickly jumped down from the carriage, looked around and found himself at the outer forest of Lingyun City. In the dense forest, there was a wide path, and beside the path stood a small pavilion. From inside the pavilion, one could see the official road in the distance, but it was desolate and empty, with only dust flying about, without even half a person's shadow.

  After a while, only a few farmers were seen passing by on the official road, and there was no sign of a Shenfu carriage.

  At this time, Zhu Ziming, who was sitting in the small pavilion, suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate, and said: "Brother Zhang, I'll go relieve myself for a moment..."

  If Miss arrived at this time and Master was not around, it would be bad. People have three urgent matters, Zhang Zhiyun nodded helplessly: "Master, you go quickly and come back quickly."

  Hengzhou is far from the capital, so Miss Shen won't arrive that quickly. Zhu Ziming calmly walked into the forest and relieved his **bloating pain** behind a large tree.

  Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his gaze lingered on a small hillside, where an old man sat in front of a small desk, holding a red brush in his hand, constantly waving it, sometimes lowering his head and sometimes gazing into the distance, seemingly painting.

  The old man had a head of white hair, and his clean white shirt was not stained with a single speck of dust. He truly had an air of elegance about him. Zhu Ziming walked quietly past him, feeling somewhat curious.

  When he stood behind the old man, the old man did not react at all, as if he didn't know he had walked over.

  Zhu Ziming looked carefully at the desk, and saw that on it were placed an ancient inkstone and a nearly completed painting. The painting depicted distant scenery, towering cloud-covered mountains, green pines and cypresses, misty clouds, all quietly standing on the canvas, vividly and lifelike, breathtaking, the old man's brushstrokes sharp yet gentle, truly a master painter.

  However, what made Zhu Ziming curious was that under the Cloud Mountain, the old man had painted a small mountain, and it was an inconspicuous one. Zhu Ziming looked up and saw that in the distance, there was indeed a nameless green hill, which couldn't be compared to the famous Cloud Mountain of Hengzhou. The old man had painted it out, could it be that he wanted to use it as a foil for Cloud Mountain?

  It is said that at the top of Yunshan there is a mysterious sect - Huoyun Sect. When Zhu Ziming heard this rumor, he was naturally very interested and wanted to climb up Yunshan to take a look, but he was also afraid that the disciples of Huoyun Sect would slap him to death with one palm.

  "This young man, you also understand painting?" Amidst Zhu Ziming's contemplation, a gentle voice echoed beside his ear.

  The old man's voice was low and cold, and Zhu Ziming's heart trembled slightly as he listened, but he smiled calmly and said, "I understand a thing or two."

  The old man turned his head and nodded slightly: "Young man, tell me what you think of my painting?"

  Zhu Ziming looked straight at the old man's gaze, only to see that his beard and eyebrows were all white, probably in his seventies or eighties, but between his brows there was a hint of sharpness, not like an old man who should be in a wheelchair.

  "Ah, yes!" said Zhu Ziming, clearing his throat and speaking in a serious tone: "The old master's painting is of cloud mountains?"

  The old man's eyes flashed and he replied: "That's right."

  Zhu Ziming noticed the old man's expression and smiled meaningfully: "I'm afraid not."

  The young man had a hint of mockery in his eyes, and the old man's turbid pupils were somewhat displeased, yet also somewhat surprised, saying: "What do you mean by what you just said?"