The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law
Chapter 406 - 416 Painting for My Old Friend

Chapter 406: Chapter 416 Painting for My Old Friend

And the people of the Marquis Residence, loving the house and its crows, had never made things difficult for her on account of Jin Zijin; at worst, they just thought her a country bumpkin ignorant of proper manners.

"Mm, come with me," Marquess Yue gestured invitingly.

Gu Youyou followed Marquess Yue into the house with trepidation, and then into the study.

On the broad desk lay neatly-sharpened charcoal, brushes, paper, and various colored paints.

Uh, Gu Youyou was stupefied.

It wasn’t her fault her mind raced; just now, Marquess Yue had been engrossed in a painting of a beauty. Before Gu Youyou entered, he had clearly been lost in contemplation. Recalling how she had captivated everyone with her charcoal drawing on New Year’s Eve, she assumed that besides the old Marchioness, Marquess Yue too must have been unable to forget the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady she had fabulated.

"Do you want me to draw the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady for you?" Gu Youyou asked.

Her dazed expression was a bit more simple, a bit less sharp, and the slightly tense atmosphere in the room instantly eased.

This was a special woman, Marquess Yue thought.

It was no wonder Jin Zijin had chosen to marry her.

"Doctor Gu, having a piece of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady Picture is already a stroke of great fortune for the Marquis Residence, how could we be greedy for another? Today, I have asked Doctor Gu to come because I wish for you to paint a portrait of an old friend of mine." He unrolled the painting in his hand and said, "Paint this lady using your style of drawing."

Gu Youyou stared at the beauty in the painting for a long time, no longer daring to speculate about anything.

It is often said in palace intrigue dramas, the more you know, the quicker you die.

Even a fool could see that Marquess Yue was preoccupied with the woman in the painting, and this woman was not his wife, the Marchioness.

No wonder he had sneakily asked her to come here instead of going directly to the Marquis Residence.

Gu Youyou wondered if the woman in the painting could be the mother of that young mistress, Marquess Yue’s dearly departed concubine.

Gu Youyou said with a light smile, "Then please hang the painting on the wall," pointing to the wall across the room.

Unexpectedly, Marquess Yue stood by the wall holding the painting, unwilling to hang it.

"Is this position suitable?"

Gu Youyou’s mouth twitched, thinking to herself: This truly must be the woman he loves.

"Alright, that spot will do!"

Gu Youyou couldn’t bother with fancy words to flatter this ancient Marquess anymore because wherever this godlike figure stood, she felt an immense psychological pressure. She just hoped she wouldn’t end up painting the beauty to resemble Marquess Yue.

Gu Youyou began by sketching the general outline of the beauty with charcoal and asked Marquess Yue, "Marquess, please take a look. Do these eyebrows and eyes resemble her?"

The posture was almost there; the main thing was the eyebrows and eyes.

Marquess Yue put away the painting and came over to take a close look at what Gu Youyou had drawn.

The simple outline of the lady in the drawing bore some resemblance to the one in his memory.

He rummaged through his memories of her and suddenly picked up a brush to add to the eyebrows and eyes, sharpened the chin, and gave the lady’s lips a slight lift.

With his alterations, the woman in the picture instantly took on a different aura.

Her eyebrows were like distant hills dyed with greenish-blue ink, her eyes like cut water, her nose tall and delicate, her lips slightly upturned. Amidst the soft features of her face was an undeniable, vivid valiance.

Having been born a warrior, Marquess Yue liked his women to have a heroic spirit, even if they were gentle; it was a case of like attracting like.

Gu Youyou understood.

"Alright, it should be about there," Marquess Yue said.

He took the painting and walked towards the corner of the wall, yet seemed somewhat reluctant to take his eyes off the rough draft.

Just a rough draft was enough to affect him in this manner; clearly, Marquess Yue was a man of deep emotions.

Gu Youyou had already memorized the painting, and only coloring was left to do. There was no need for him to stand in the corner holding the painting anymore, but considering the increased pressure she’d feel if he stood next to her, she said nothing.

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