Prequel to the "Good Family Wife" series: The Erotic Serpent's Manual (07)

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Chapter Seven. Please click the "Like" button in the upper right corner; it's a small favor. After Yan'er reported the old man Jiang's situation to Madam Lan, she was quite surprised and questioned Zhang Jingde. Zhang Jingde, fearing his wife's reproach, naturally wouldn't tell the truth, so he lied: This old man Jiang hadn't seen his two sons for over a month and missed them terribly, so he came to the Liangzhou Protectorate. He thought his family had sacrificed so much to save Madam, so he kindly invited him to stay at the manor so he could see his two sons more often—wasn't that a good thing? Madam Lan never doubted Zhang Jingde's words, so she didn't suspect anything either, and the matter was thus glossed over by Zhang Jingde. For the next few days, the old man Jiang worked in the stables during the day and returned to his secluded courtyard to rest at night. But he never saw his two sons again. These past few days, Steward Zhang hasn't been idle either. He's been going to the stables almost every day, ostensibly to visit Old Man Jiang, but actually to observe him for any unusual behavior. After all, the General's Mansion is no ordinary place, and Old Man Jiang, whose background is still unclear, certainly wouldn't put Steward Zhang's mind at ease. Three days later, the Prefect of Guazhou replied to Zhang Jingde by carrier pigeon. The reply read: "Your Excellency, upon investigation: Five li from Yulin Cave, there is a village called Jialing Village. This village has more than ten households. A few days ago, a family surnamed Jiang had several members kidnapped by bandits, and their house was burned down afterwards. According to the villagers, only an old man surnamed Jiang survived because he was playing chess at a neighbor's house. Later, he claimed he was going to Liangzhou to find his son and left. Prefect of Guazhou: Yao Guangzhi kowtows!" Zhang Jingde summoned Steward Zhang, showed him the reply, and said, "It seems that what Old Man Jiang said was true; the Jiang family was indeed implicated for saving Lan'er. Steward Zhang, you can arrange for the Jiang brothers to come see their father immediately. Oh, by the way, how is Old Man Jiang doing in our household?"
"Yes, sir. I've been paying special attention to this old man Jiang these past two days. He's hardworking and doesn't complain like Sun Er, but I always feel something's off about him," Steward Zhang replied. "Oh? Tell me what's so strange about him?" Zhang Jingde asked curiously. "Old Man Jiang's speech is completely unlike that of an ordinary person; he's full of Buddhist maxims. And that's not all; I've noticed that he only eats vegetarian meals, and during his midday rest, he doesn't lie in bed to sleep like most people, but meditates like a monk," Steward Zhang replied. "So he's a devout Buddhist?" Zhang Jingde asked. "And that's not all, sir. Once, I was chatting with him about Liangzhou, and he knew everything about the famous Dayun Temple in Liangzhou. Even after living in Liangzhou for so many years, I didn't know that Dayun Temple enshrines the cenotaph of the Buddhist saint, Kumarajiva. And he knew more about it than I did on his first visit to Liangzhou. That's not all; he also casually commented on Kumarajiva's life. I was quite surprised at the time. His comments, though brief, were insightful and profound, beyond the comprehension of ordinary Buddhist believers. Isn't that strange?" "
Oh? It seems he's read a lot of Kumarajiva's translations. I've heard that Kumarajiva is far more accomplished than our Master Xuanzang," Zhang Jingde exclaimed. "There's something strange about this. Didn't he claim to have been studying painting in some Persian country and some Eastern Roman Empire for so many years? But in the past few days, when I've chatted with him, he hasn't mentioned his overseas study experience at all, and I haven't even seen him paint anything. Isn't that strange? Normally, after studying painting for so many years, shouldn't he show off his skills in front of others?" Butler Zhang asked suspiciously. "You mean: he never went to any Eastern Roman Empire? And he can't paint? His experience is fabricated?" Zhang Jingde quickly extracted the essence of Butler Zhang's words. "Well, I'm just guessing. You see, sir, your expertise is in leading troops into battle. If you never mention your expertise and instead spend your days talking about Buddhist doctrines that have nothing to do with your expertise, do you think that's normal?" Butler Zhang asked doubtfully. "Well... even if he fabricated his past study abroad experiences to actually study Buddhism, Buddhism emphasizes accumulating merit and good deeds, and karma and retribution. It doesn't seem like a way to do evil. Why bother?" Zhang Jingde said, somewhat unsure. "Yes, I don't understand that either," the steward shook his head. "You don't need to be so suspicious. It's actually quite easy to find out if he fabricated his experiences. You can have someone test whether he can actually paint. Remember to have someone find a clever reason to test him, so he doesn't realize it, or we'll seem too unkind," Zhang Jingde said. "Master is wise. How come I didn't think of that?" the steward exclaimed. "Alright, we'll talk about this later. Go and arrange for the father and son to meet. You can't go back on your promise," Zhang Jingde said solemnly. "Okay, I'll go right away," the steward replied and got up to make the arrangements. In the afternoon, Old Man Jiang had just finished lunch and was about to go to the stables when the steward called him back. "Brother Jiang, you don't need to go to the stables yet. Your two sons will be here to see you soon. Go back to your room and prepare for your family reunion. But it's best not to tell them about your family matters yet, so they can focus on their service in the army," said Steward Zhang. "Yes, yes, I understand. Steward Zhang, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and wait for them," Old Man Jiang replied. Watching him leave, Steward Zhang called Tian Cheng over and whispered a few words in his ear before turning away. Tian Cheng, following his instructions, silently went to the vicinity of the secluded courtyard and found a secluded spot to keep watch from a distance. Half an hour later, sure enough, the two Jiang brothers were led to the general's mansion. They were carrying large and small bags of various gifts, pastries, and fruits. When they arrived at the secluded courtyard, they both stopped and solemnly adjusted their military uniforms, gauze turbans, leather belts, and leather boots. Seeing the Jiang brothers again after several days, Tian Cheng sensed a slight change in their demeanor. They seemed more composed, less frivolous and carefree than before. Perhaps it was their military uniforms, or perhaps the rigorous training they had undergone in the army had truly transformed them. After the two brothers pushed open the gate to the courtyard, Tian Cheng noticed a strange phenomenon: the second brother, Jiang, peeked out as he closed the gate, looking around furtively, as if afraid of being seen. Tian Cheng was puzzled: Why such a furtive and cautious manner when he was just checking on his father? This made him suspicious of the three men's identities. He considered scaling the wall to eavesdrop, but then reconsidered: although he was skilled in martial arts, it was broad daylight, unlike nighttime when he was dressed in black. It would be difficult to conceal his movements, and the three men had many eyes and ears. If he were discovered, it would be embarrassing. Therefore, he ultimately abandoned this risky move. The two Jiang brothers disappeared without a trace after entering, as if thrown into the sea. From noon until dusk, the sky had changed from the dazzling midday sun to the dim glow of sunset, but there was still no sign of the two emerging. Tian Cheng, who was keeping watch outside, was growing impatient, thinking to himself, "It's almost dinnertime, why haven't they come out yet?"
Just as Tian Cheng was getting impatient, the courtyard gate creaked open. Tian Cheng quickly looked closely and saw that it was Jiang Lao Er again, peeking out to check the surroundings. Seeing no one was around, he followed Jiang Lao San out and respectfully closed the gate. Then, something strange happened: the two Jiang brothers, after closing the gate, clasped their hands together, bowed deeply, and even muttered something under their breath. "How strange," Tian Cheng thought to himself, "why would they treat their father like this? I've never heard of such respect for elders. It seems that although these Jiang brothers are lecherous, they are very filial to their elders." After the two left, Tian Cheng went to the kitchen for lunch and reported his observations to Steward Zhang. The steward's intention in sending Tian Cheng to monitor the two men was to observe their expressions as they left, hoping to determine if Old Man Jiang had kept his promise and not told the Jiang brothers the truth about what had happened at home. He didn't pay much attention to the other details Tian Cheng mentioned. Upon learning that the Jiang brothers showed no anger as they left, he nodded approvingly, saying, "It seems Old Man Jiang is a man of his word. Was I being too suspicious? But since the master instructed us to test him, it's necessary." "Oh? Steward Zhang, should we keep a close eye on Old Man Jiang?" Tian Cheng asked, hearing Steward Zhang mention testing Old Man Jiang. "Just keep an eye on him; there's no need to expend extra effort. I'll arrange for someone else to test him." The next day, near lunchtime, Sun Er was sitting in the shade behind the house, where the scorching sun couldn't reach him, watching Old Man Jiang clean and wash the horse troughs when he suddenly noticed a graceful figure gracefully approaching the courtyard gate. He looked closely and saw that it was Yu'er, the young master's personal maid, carrying a small box as she walked in gracefully. (Author's note: Sun Er was about the same age as Yu'er. Because of his lowly status and laziness, no woman had ever been willing to marry him. However, Sun Er had always secretly liked Yu'er. Ever since Yu'er accompanied Madam Lan to the Zhang family as part of her dowry, he had noticed her the moment he saw her and often tried to get close to her. However, although Yu'er was lively and cheerful, she was not very willing to interact with him. For the next two years, Sun Er did not lose heart and continued to try to please Yu'er until she finally married Steward Zhang as a concubine. From then on, Sun Er hated Steward Zhang.) Seeing Yu'er, whom he had secretly loved for many years, come to see him in person, Sun Er was overjoyed. He quickly stood up, grinning, and said, "Oh, isn't this Yu'er? What brings you here today?" "Dream on. Who came to see you? I came to see the horses," Yu'er said disdainfully. "What? To see horses? What's so interesting about those animals?" Sun Er asked, scratching his head awkwardly after Yu'er's words. "It's because Xiao Xiang'er insisted on riding horses. Miss was worried he'd fall, so she wouldn't let him come, but he kept crying and fussing. So Miss asked me to draw a picture of a horse to cheer him up. But how could I draw? I don't even remember what a horse looks like. That's why I came here specifically to see what he looks like, so I can draw one for him." Yu'er explained. "What? You came to draw a horse? I've never heard of you being able to draw." Sun Er asked casually, gazing at Yu'er's delicate and pretty face. "How could I draw? This is like forcing a duck onto a shelf. Sun Er, do you know who can draw? If someone draws well and makes the young master happy, Miss will definitely reward them handsomely. Besides, Miss admires people who are skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Maybe she'll promote them because of this." Although Yu'er was speaking to Sun Er, she inadvertently glanced at Old Man Jiang, who was working nearby. "Ah, Yu'er, I'd love to paint for the young master and be given an important position, but where in our stables would we find someone with that talent? I doubt I could paint as well as you." Sun Er sighed, gazing longingly at Yu'er's beautiful face. Yu'er then secretly glanced at Old Man Jiang, who seemed hesitant to speak. Yu'er said, "Uncle, is there something you want to say?" "May I ask who this young lady is...?" Old Man Jiang asked, glancing at Sun Er for clarification. "Her? She's Yu'er, who takes care of the young master. She came with the madam as part of her dowry. Oh, and she's also our..." Sun Er was about to say that Yu'er was also the second wife of Steward Zhang when Yu'er interrupted him, "What do you mean by asking my identity? Do you think I'm lying to you?" Yu'er, naturally lively and clever, feigned anger. "No, no, this old man has a little knowledge of painting. May I try, young lady?" Old Man Jiang quickly explained. "Hey, old man Jiang, painting requires real skill. Do you think the reward money is so easy to come by? If you only know a little bit, don't embarrass yourself. You won't be valued if you don't have real ability. You just arrived and you're already thinking about climbing the ranks?" Sun Er saw old man Jiang showing off in front of Yu'er. If even this old geezer could paint, wouldn't that make him look even more incompetent? Although he didn't really think old man Jiang could paint very well, he still hurriedly tried to dissuade him. However, Yu'er completely ignored Sun Er's obstruction and handed the small box she was carrying to old man Jiang, saying, "Here, this is a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Try it out." Old man Jiang took the small box but only took out a roll of paper, without touching the brush, ink, and inkstone. Seeing this, Yu'er asked in surprise, "Uncle, how do you paint without brush and ink?" Old Jiang smiled and said, "Young lady, you don't know, the painting method I learned doesn't use a brush in the sketching stage; it's only used when applying color." "Then what do you use to paint? You don't use your fingers dipped in ink, do you?" Yu'er still didn't understand. Old Jiang smiled without answering, took the paper, and went straight to the kitchen where coarse feed for the horses was cooked. Yu'er and Sun Er, not knowing what was going on, followed curiously. They saw Old Jiang rummage through the stove and find a small, charred stick. He picked it up, held it in his hand, found a flat wooden board in the kitchen, laid the paper flat on it, and then looked up at Yu'er, who looked surprised, and said, "Young lady, you want me to paint that horse?" "You...you paint with this charcoal stick?" Yu'er asked incredulously. "Exactly," Old Jiang said confidently. "Old Jiang, stop fooling around. I've never heard of drawing with this broken charcoal stick. Your method is unheard of," Sun Er scoffed from the side. Seeing that neither of them believed that charcoal could be used for drawing, Old Jiang went directly to General Zhang's "Red Steed" and began to sketch it. Yu'er and Sun Er quickly followed, curious. Old Jiang sketched the basic outline of the "Red Steed" with just a few strokes, then began to refine the details step by step. His technique was skillful and practiced, his brush moving swiftly. In about two incense sticks' worth of time, a lifelike black and white "Red Steed" appeared on the paper, truly a perfect replica of the original. Yu'er and Sun Er were stunned. They had seen some ink paintings in the Prince's mansion, but they had never seen anything so realistic. The two women remained silent for a long time, repeatedly admiring and comparing the draft drawing with the actual "Red Steed." After a while, Sun Er spoke first, "Well done, old man Jiang! I didn't realize you were so talented! I told you you were extraordinary, but those servants didn't take it seriously. Look at this! My judgment was indeed excellent, wasn't it?" "Not at all, not at all. This is just a draft. I wonder if you need to add color?" Old man Jiang asked. "Color it, color it! It would be such a waste not to finish such a good painting," Yu'er quickly exclaimed. "But the paints I brought are all in my hut, not here. Are you going to wait here while I go get them, or come back with me to color them and then take them away?" Old man Jiang asked. "Uncle, you're so old, and I'm the one who asked you to paint, how can I let you run errands? I'll go back with you." "Alright, but young lady, let me tell you something beforehand. These oil paints were specially bought from a Persian merchant; they're very expensive. If I paint a picture for you, you'll have to pay. Think it over before you decide," said Old Man Jiang. "Uncle, how much silver?" Yu'er asked casually. "At least ten taels of silver," said Old Man Jiang. Before Yu'er could speak, Sun Er chimed in, "Hey, you old Jiang, why don't you just rob us? Ten taels of silver just for painting this picture? That's too expensive. Yu'er isn't an outsider; you should lower the price." As soon as he spoke, Yu'er stared at him with her big, bright eyes. "This... alright, eight taels of silver is the lowest I can go," Old Man Jiang finally shook his head, looking troubled. "Okay, Uncle, let's hurry up and go then; it's almost lunchtime," said Yu'er. "Hehe, I'll go with you and see. I want to see what effect eight taels of silver worth of dye will have on this painting," Sun Er said shamelessly when he saw Yu'er about to leave. Yu'er glared at him unhappily and said, "What are you going to do? It's none of your business. Just watch your horse."
Sun Er said with a wronged look, "I just saved you two taels of silver, and you're already kicking me for my feet?"
Yu'er ignored him, picked up the box she had brought and the newly finished painting, and walked away. She pushed open the door to Old Man Jiang's secluded courtyard, finding it quiet and secluded from the servants' quarters, nestled at the foot of the high western wall outside the mansion. Grapevines grew in the courtyard, their vines spreading across a large area of the courtyard sky, the dense leaves blocking most of the scorching sun, making it cool even at midday. There were two rooms in the courtyard, running north-south, originally intended for receiving visiting guests. Old Man Jiang lived in the southern room. Yu'er followed Old Man Jiang to his room, finding it spacious, furnished with a desk, bed, armchair, and all the necessary furniture, arranged very tastefully. Several books were on the desk, indicating that Old Man Jiang enjoyed reading. Old Man Jiang went straight to the wardrobe, opened it, and took out a package. From it, he retrieved some paintbrushes and bottles of oil paints. He then began mixing various colors of oil paint into a small palette, while Yu'er watched with great curiosity. In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Old Man Jiang had mixed the necessary colors and began applying them to the painting, each stroke meticulously executed. The most crucial aspect of oil painting is color matching and application. Applying oil paints takes far longer than drawing the charcoal sketch; even with Old Man Jiang's skillful technique, it took him a full half hour before he finished. Yu'er stared in astonishment at the lifelike 'Red Steed' on the paper, utterly unable to believe that such exquisite painting skills existed in the world. She covered her gaping mouth with her left hand, staring in astonishment at the oil painting. It was the most realistic painting she had ever seen in her life, and the shock it brought her was unimaginable. Old Man Jiang, standing beside her, shook his head and sighed, "Alas, it's a pity I haven't seen the young master. Otherwise, I could paint him directly on this horseback. He would definitely be happy to see that." "What? You can paint scenes from pure imagination?" Yu'er asked incredulously. "Of course, that's called creation. This copying is just the most basic." Old Man Jiang said nonchalantly. Yu'er blinked her charming eyes, as if she had thought of something, and asked, "Uncle, could you paint a picture of me? One of those where I'm dressed in noble and elegant clothes. I want to see what I would look like if I wore such luxurious clothes as Miss." "Hmm, that's possible, but it will take some time. Look, it's almost lunchtime. This..." Old Man Jiang hesitated. "After lunch, I'll go and put the young master to sleep first, and then come back to you for a painting, okay?" Yu'er said hopefully. "Alright, but I imagine you'll need to mix quite a few colors for this painting, so..." Old Man Jiang hesitated. "Ten taels of silver, is that alright? I'm just a maid, I don't have much money. I'll introduce you to a big business later: painting for the madam. If she's happy, she'll definitely give you a lot of money. What do you say?" Yu'er said shrewdly. "Okay, that's settled then. I'll wait for you to come and paint after lunch," Old Man Jiang said. Yu'er carried the small box she had brought with her, put the newly painted painting in it, and left. She didn't go to the dining room but went directly to Steward Zhang's room in the front courtyard. Steward Zhang's room was the right wing of the main hall in the second courtyard, and it was very spacious. Yu'er pushed open the door and entered the room. Steward Zhang was pacing back and forth waiting for her. Seeing her come in, he immediately smiled and said, "My dear Yu'er, why are you only coming back now? Look, the food is almost cold. How did things go? Come, sit down and eat first." "Master, this is his painting. What do you think?" Yu'er didn't even bother to eat and took out the painting from the small box and handed it to Steward Zhang. Steward Zhang unfolded the painting, and when he saw the lifelike 'Red Steed,' he was unsurprisingly shocked on the spot. After a long while, he murmured to himself, "This...is this painting really his?" Yu'er, who was eating nearby, seemed to have expected his reaction and said nonchalantly, "Of course it is! I watched him paint it. What do you think of his painting?" "His painting skills are very profound. This style is indeed very different from our Tang Dynasty. It's more realistic." Steward Zhang commented. "Master, do you think it's worth ten taels of silver? He asked me for ten taels, you have to make it up to me," Yu'er said. "Absolutely worth it, even twenty taels would be enough. Here, you little money-grubber, take this ten taels of silver." Steward Zhang looked at the painting repeatedly, thinking to himself, "It seems that Old Man Jiang wasn't lying
. He did indeed study painting techniques in a foreign land, and this style is the best proof. It seems my suspicions about him were unfounded." After dinner, when Yu'er returned to the inner courtyard, Xiao Xiang'er had already been put to sleep by Madam Lan. Seeing this, she didn't linger and quietly slipped out of the inner courtyard to Old Man Jiang's private courtyard. Meanwhile, when Old Man Jiang arrived at the kitchen dining room, there were no other servants eating. Only Sun Er was politely waiting for him at the table. He then realized that Sun Er had already prepared a meal for him and placed it on the table. Sun Er seemed to have changed. He used to boss Old Man Jiang around, but today he was suddenly so polite, making Old Man Jiang feel a little uncomfortable. Old Man Jiang thanked Sun Er and started eating. Sun Er just stood there watching him eat, grinning foolishly. As the saying goes, "Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious." Sure enough, just as Old Man Jiang finished eating and put down his chopsticks to go back to his room to rest, Sun Er followed him, grinning as he said, "Old Man Jiang... oh, no... Uncle Jiang, I didn't expect you to be such a good painter. Could you paint one for me too?" "Of course," Old Man Jiang replied, somewhat puzzled. Was it really necessary to be so obsequious just to paint a picture for him? Did he not want to pay? Was he expecting him to paint for free? "Oh, that's wonderful! Thank you so much, Uncle Jiang. You don't need to work at the stables today. Just focus on painting for me; I'll take care of the stable work," Sun Er said, patting his chest. "This... wouldn't it be bad if Steward Zhang found out?" Old Man Jiang hesitated. "It's alright, I'll handle it. Besides, if his concubine lets you paint, why can't I?" Sun Er said. "Steward Zhang's concubine? You mean Yu'er, she..." Old Man Jiang asked in surprise, as he was new to the mansion and knew nothing about the interpersonal relationships. "Yes, that's right. You also think it's not worth it for such a beautiful girl like Yu'er to be a concubine for an old codger like him, right?" Sun Er said indignantly. "Well... it's true that Yu'er's status is quite special. She's the young master's personal attendant, the maid of the dowry lady, and Zhang's concubine." Old Man Jiang muttered, seemingly lost in thought. "Yes, Yu'er's status is quite extraordinary in our household. Zhang Shang'an took advantage of her special status and used tricks to marry her as a concubine. This way, his position as steward is secure. Otherwise, how could he be the young master's steward? The old master actually prefers someone with more experience by his side..." Sun Er began to ramble on, seemingly quite dissatisfied with General Zhang's appointment of Steward Zhang. Seeing that they were approaching the fork in the road between the stables and the path back to the courtyard, Old Man Jiang had no choice but to interrupt the rambling Sun Er:
"Are you planning to have me paint a self-portrait for you?" "A self-portrait? No, no, what's so interesting about me? I want..." Sun Er hesitated. "Then what do you want me to paint? You don't want me to paint a horse again, do you?" Old Man Jiang asked. "I want... Come on, Uncle Jiang, let's talk by the corner, it's not convenient on the way." Sun Er said mysteriously, and then dragged Old Man Jiang to a secluded, shady corner. "It's just a painting, why are you being so careful?" Old Man Jiang was puzzled by his actions. "Uncle Jiang, I'm asking you, how have I treated you?" Sun Er said solemnly. Old Man Jiang immediately recalled: in the past few days, Sun Er had either been bossing him around, ordering him around while he slacked off in the shade, or he had been verbally abusive and sarcastic towards him. Old Man Jiang, being a cultured man, naturally wouldn't say it so bluntly. So he politely said, "You've been good to me." "Good, since you say so, I'm relieved. I want you to paint a woman for me," Sun Er said. "A woman? Who? I can't paint someone I haven't seen before," Old Man Jiang said. "Hehe, you just saw her today," Sun Er said meaningfully. "Just saw her today? Could it be Yu'er?... " Old Man Jiang asked in surprise. "Hehe, you're smart, yes, it's Yu'er," Sun Er said. "You... isn't Yu'er Zhang Steward's concubine? You want me to paint her? This..." Old Man Jiang hesitated. "Alas, to tell you the truth, Yu'er and I were originally a couple, but later Zhang Shang'an used tricks to take Yu'er away from me. I just want you to paint a picture of her for me so I can remember her. I can look at it when I miss her..." Sun Er seemed to be genuinely moved, and his eyes even reddened as he spoke. "Oh, I see. Alright then, I'll draw it for you, so you don't have to be sad anymore." Old Man Jiang, being new to the place, naturally didn't know the truth of what he was saying, so he just casually agreed. Sun Er, seeing this, immediately went from sorrow to joy, saying, "Thank you so much, Uncle Jiang. But can you draw a scene from pure imagination?" "Yes, that's what true artistic creation is all about," Old Man Jiang said. Sun Er's face lit up with joy. He stretched out his long arm and put it around Old Man Jiang's shoulder, whispering in his ear, "Hehe, Uncle Jiang, could you draw me a nude picture of Yu'er without clothes? I'll give you twenty taels of silver, how about that?" "What...you want me to draw a nude picture of Yu'er?" Old Man Jiang exclaimed in surprise. [To be continued] Night Starry Night Gold Coins +8 Repost and share, a red envelope is offered!

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