Jiaohua

Chapter 738
The steward of the cloth workshop walked quickly, holding a large stack of papers in his hand, and ran upstairs quickly.

Upstairs, a man and a woman had changed into night clothes and were sorting out daggers and darts.

The sound of anxious footsteps made them stop, and they turned their heads to look at the steward.

The steward stopped panting and looked at their eyebrows.

"It's so similar," the steward said in a daze, "It's really too similar!"

"What are you talking about?" Sima Wu said displeased.

The steward stepped forward and put a stack of papers in his hand on the table.

"I said before that it was self-defeating, and it wasn't you who drew it, but now, look!"

Chu Zheng hurriedly picked up the portrait and was dumbfounded.

This time, a man and a woman were really her and Sima Wu.

Looking at the portrait, she felt for a moment as if she was looking in a mirror.

What's even worse is that there are extremely obvious falling characters on the side.

Song Zhiyi and Yan Qinglin are one of the lackeys beside them.

Sima Wu's portrait also has it.

The handwriting is the popular running script of movable type printing, which is generous and neat, but also neat and rigid.

"Where did it come from?" Chuzheng said angrily, "Where did you tear it off?"

"...It's all over the street." The steward said with difficulty.

"It's her, it must be that bitch!" Chu Zheng looked at Sima Wu excitedly, "This is from Xinfu, only she has seen us!"

Sima Wu stared at the portrait with stern eyebrows.

If it is true that the streets are full of them, then their looks will no longer be able to walk on Congxin Street.

And with that girl's influence, it's definitely not as simple as Congxin. As long as she wants, she can spread their portraits all over the world.

And they are assassins, killers.

With the killer's face exposed like this, he can no longer be a killer.

"Tai Zicang," said the steward of the cloth workshop, "the entire portrait of Congxin has been written by Tai Zicang, and your portraits must have been written by him. He must have met that Ali!"

"So what?" Chu Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go to this person to settle accounts? What if that bitch is hiding in secret?"

That's why they haven't gone to Dr. Li of the Mallow Medical Center to settle the score.

The steward of the cloth shop looked at her, and suddenly smiled: "It turns out that Miss Chu is afraid of her."

Chuzheng's fingers clenched the portrait tightly, staring at him on the verge of getting angry.

"You are an assassin, a killer. If you have someone to be afraid of, then..." The steward of the cloth shop showed sarcasm, and did not continue.

Chuzheng took all the portraits on the table away, turned and went back to her bedroom.

Sima Wu withdrew his gaze and looked at the steward of the cloth workshop: "Why are you angry with her?"

"Demons, you have to get rid of them." The sarcasm on the cloth shop steward's face disappeared.

The portraits this time are indeed all over the streets.

Xia Zhaoyi hired a few people to print it by hand, and then posted it.

There is money to be made, and these people work very hard.

Someone just tore it off in the front, and they stuck it up when there was no one in the back, and ran away after pasting, which was very exciting.

The streets are full of portraits of Chuzheng and Sima Wu, almost everyone can get one from Xinfu.

Nie Huimo directly ordered Tai Zicang to be invited, and at the same time sent someone to take all the shopkeepers of the paper shop to Junzhensi.

The shopkeepers all said that the person who came to buy paper was not a girl, nor a tall man, but a skinny 23-year-old lean man.

It happened that the ready-made Tai Zicang was here, so Tai Zicang, who hadn't slept all night, was called to work as a coolie again.

But the shopkeepers spoke in an extremely messy way. Sometimes the eyes are big, sometimes the eyes are small, sometimes the corners of the eyes are slanted, and sometimes the distance between the eyebrows and eyes is too short.

Tai Zicang was about to cry.

In the end, Nie Huimo personally came forward and asked them one by one, and learned that there were about five people who bought the paintings.

Tai Zicang nodded, intending to start from the first one, but Nie waved his hand again: "That's all."

"...General, don't you want to draw?"

"Actually, I already knew that she must have hired them temporarily." Nie Huimo picked up the portraits of a man and a woman and looked down at them. "Did she tell you how this man and woman offended her?"

Tai Zicang shook his head: "Not yet."

"En." Nie Huimo nodded.

Tai Zicang still maintained his posture of writing, waiting for Nie Huimo to give a definite order, whether to paint or just give up.

Nie Huimo looked at the portrait for a long time, and suddenly smiled faintly.

"...She is really not easy to mess with," Nie Huimo said, "It's so stormy in the city, it's easy to hold grudges, and at the same time dare to think and do."

For a moment Tai Zicang didn't know whether it was a compliment or a curse.

"You painted her portrait, and she didn't settle with you?" Nie Huimo looked at him.

"No."

"Then, what else did I tell you?"

Thinking of Tang Xiangsi, Tai Zicang paused, but soon determined that there was no need to tell Nie Huimo about this matter.

"No," Tai Zicang shook his head, "I just asked me to draw."

"Her tone is fierce?"

"No, she is very gentle and loves to laugh."

"Laughing..." Nie Huimo closed his eyes, thinking about her smile, he really wanted to take another look.

When he met by chance in Guzhao Gorge, the smile on her lips always reminded him from time to time.

When she is not smiling, she is charming and elegant, and when she is smiling, the flowers of the world are blooming in her eyes, shining brightly.

He is used to seeing beauties, and he can find many who are more beautiful than her, but their temperament is not as good as hers.

This kind of temperament is the elegance and delicacy engraved in the bones, it is forged by the history, endowed by the times, and it is the arrogance and loneliness that stands proudly on the top of the waves of the world.

"Ali." Nie Huimo looked at the portrait and said in a low voice.

"General," Xin Shun said at the right time, "this is not Ah Li, there is a small print next to it, this is one of Song Zhiyi and Yan Qinglin's lackeys."

"..."

Nie Huimo looked at him.

Xin Shun looked back at him without blinking.

Seeing Nie Huimo's expression, Xin Shun's heart skipped a beat.

He made the noise on purpose just now, but now it seems... the situation is really bad.

Nie Huimo is a vigorous man, no matter how self-disciplined he is, he has had many women.

But since Hengxiang came out, he was hardly close to women...

In the past few days, Xingzhong Academy, BMW fragrant cars, singing and dancing, beauties are so charming, those generals are full of beauty, but Nie Huimo, he is not interested...

The more Xin Shun thought about it, the more wrong he became, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

"The general said just now that she is not easy to mess with," Xin Shun said in a low voice, "General, she is really not easy to mess with."

Nie Huimo recalled the girl's smile in Guzhao Gorge, while Xin Shun recalled the tables, chairs, benches and sawdust flying all over the place in Guiyuan Inn.

Although I respect her, I am also afraid of her.

Nie Huimo raised his brows lightly, and was about to speak, when there were rather hurried footsteps outside.

Ling Yang strode in from the outside, seeing that there were many people in the room, he walked up to Nie Huimo and spoke softly in Nie Huimo's ear.

Xin Shun and Nie Huimo never saw each other, so they quietly put their ears together.

That's right, it was the bodies of the three state officials in Youzhou Congxin who had just been fished out of Jinyi Lake.

"It was suicide," Ling Yang added. "On the shore there are wine jars they drank to strengthen their courage, as well as the shoes and coats they took off."

"It's suicide again," Nie Huimo smiled, "It looks the same as Chen Yongming."

(End of this chapter)