My martial arts rely on solving cases

Chapter 87

"What you said seems to be aggrieved. Come on, you go over there and find a tree to lean against, and make a pose. My son will let you die without regret."

When Xiaoya heard what Su Qing said, she didn't know what to think of, and her cheeks turned red all of a sudden.

Seeing Xiaoya standing there motionless, Su Qing looked over suspiciously, "What's the matter? Take advantage of the young master's interest in painting."

"Can the young master paint me as beautiful as the woman in the painting?"

"Beautiful!" Su Qing returned without thinking, but then her tone changed, "You think so beautiful."

The joy that Xiaoya had not had time to rise was instantly extinguished like a small flame that was extinguished by the pouring rain.

"This painting should be the pinnacle of my son's work. It needs the right time, place and people to blend together. It is indispensable. Whether I can draw a second one in this life to compare with it is still unknown. You let me draw two in one go ?”

"But the young master can guarantee that Xiaoya will be painted beautifully."

"My lord, it's not that Xiaoya is ignorant of reason, I know that articles are born naturally and can be obtained by chance, all of this is about fate.

The young master and the girl had never met each other, but because of this situation, he did such a work of heaven for her, it was her fate, even though Xiaoya admired it, she couldn't force it. "

Su Qing teased and smiled, "Your realm has improved a lot."

"Young master, what should I do with this painting? Go back and find a master framer to frame it?"

Su Qing hesitated for a long time, then sighed silently, "Throw it away."

"Throw away?" Xiaoya said in disbelief, "How can such a good painting be thrown away?"

"Although the painting is good, I don't know that girl before. It's Meng Lang who painted her. If I keep it, wouldn't it be a dirty person? Throw it away."

With that said, Su Qing stood up and stretched, "Clean up, I'll go for a walk."

Su Qing stretched her arms, and went to the depths of Fenglin by herself.

After walking a few steps, there was a sudden movement in the maple forest. Looking for the sound, a couple of men and women looked at Su Qing nervously, especially that man, whose eyes were like fire.

Su Qing suddenly realized that something good might be ruined, she turned around and left quickly.

It's too late to stop and sit in Aifenglin...

On the other side, Xiaoya held the painting, hesitating.

I'm not willing to throw it away, and it's really not appropriate to keep it.

Suddenly Xiaoya rolled her eyes, rolled up the painting, and slowly walked towards the academy student in front of her.

In the pavilion, the woman in green was still leaning against the wooden pillar, staring blankly into the distance.It seemed that the hustle and bustle around her were far away from her, and the flowers and brocades in this world had nothing to do with her.

On the woman's thin face, memories flowed from time to time, and sadness appeared from time to time.

"This girl!" A voice suddenly sounded beside her, and the woman in green came back to her senses and looked back.

But Xiaoya stood behind her with a sweet smile, her smile was as gentle as moonlight.

"This girl, my young master just saw a girl leaning on a railing with a single chair, and he drew a picture for her without the girl's permission because the weather of the sky and the earth fit well.

This is my son's painting, and I am presenting it to the girl, I hope the girl will not be surprised. "

"Oh?" When the words fell, there was an exclamation from the side of the woman in green, and a round-faced woman hurriedly came up, "Lan Lan, marriage is coming, girl, where is your son? Where is it? Where is it?" One?"

"My son went to Fenglin to play." He said and handed the painting in his hand to the woman in green.

The woman in green was slightly taken aback, but reached out and took the painting.

Xiaoya saluted Wanfu to the woman in green, turned around and left.

"Lan Lan, open it quickly and see, how is the painting? Is there a love poem attached?" The round-faced girl asked excitedly.

The woman in green looked neither sad nor happy, and slowly unfolded the painting.

When the painting unfolded in front of her eyes, the expression on the woman's face in green immediately froze.This painting seemed to be a world of its own, and it instantly swallowed her up.

The woman in the painting is her, and she seems to have become the woman in the painting.

The sky is full of dead leaves like colorful butterflies, the mirror lake is as calm as winter snow, the world is noisy and noisy, I take a piece of tranquility for myself.

What a quiet and beautiful painting, what a lonely world.

The next second, the woman in green saw the inscription on the painting.

Especially in the last sentence, there is no way to get rid of the soul, the wind blows from the west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

I can see my thinness these days, but who really cares about my friends?Apart from comforting everyone that the matter is over and persuading me to let it go, who really understands my feelings?
"What a sad and beautiful word... the son who wrote such a graceful and poignant word must be a weak and delicate boy, Lan Lan, why didn't you leave a name in the painting? Did you forget?"

"Don't talk nonsense, my son has no such intentions. He just saw that I was lonely and drew a picture of me. People from the end of the world, maybe we will never meet again in the future."

"Don't say that, Juncai has already left, you can't be so depressed all the time, can you? I think this painting is so good, that young master's literary grace may not be inferior to Juncai's."

"I don't want to talk about this." The woman in green said as she rolled up the painting, and when she turned her head, there was no trace of Xiaoya at the end of her vision.

The Double Ninth Festival is not only the custom of climbing high, but also the day of worshiping ancestors.

Therefore, fireworks can be seen everywhere in the barren mountains and mountains.

In the Town God's Temple in the southern suburbs of Qingle County, many people come here to light lamps and burn incense every year on the Double Ninth Festival to worship their ancestors.

Naturally, those who come to the Temple of the City God to pay homage to the deceased are rich people. After all, the amount of offering money paid to the Temple of the City God every year is quite a lot, and it is really reluctant for those who are not rich.

Just after Maoshi, the morning sun was rising, a noble lady in green clothes and two maidservants came to the worship hall of Chenghuang Temple early.

Here, hundreds of spiritual seats are enshrined.

The lady slowly stepped into the offering hall, came to a spiritual tablet, and picked up a feather duster to wipe off the floating dust on the altar.

A gust of breeze blew by, the candles flickered in the worship hall, and the blue smoke drifted away.

Suddenly, the servant girl standing behind the lady felt a chill behind her back and shivered.

Turning around, he was about to close the window, when suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone in the depths of the enshrining hall.

Suddenly, a burst of cold sweat rose from the maidservant's back.

"Who……"

"Liu'er, what's the matter?" the noble lady shouted coldly.

"Ma'am, there seems to be someone inside."

Madam's face changed, and she quickly put the feather duster in front of her.

"where?"

"Inside... madam... I, I dare not."

Madam's face turned cold, and with a flick of her arm, she took out a long sword from another maidservant's bag and held it in her hand.

"Who dares to play tricks here?"

Madam shouted, while slowly walking into the depths.After lifting the deepest green curtain, a young woman knelt on her knees with a candle in her mouth, knelt in the corner and remained motionless.

"what--"

A shrill scream crossed the sky.

The maple forest is quiet and deep, and fallen leaves dot the world from time to time.At first glance, this scenery is indeed quite charming.But that's the way it is when you look at it for a long time.

Moreover, along the way, Su Qing bumped into no less than seven or eight pairs of idiots who were practicing dry sticks and fire palms.

"Let's go back." Su Qing said boredly.

"Going back now? Is it still early?"

"It looks like that, it's boring."

"Yes!" The two women replied rather disappointed.

Just as he walked out of the maple forest, he saw a fast horse galloping towards him in the distance.

"My lord, is that person Zhan Zhao?" Xiaoya asked, pointing to the person riding a horse from afar.

"Whether it is removed or not is Zhan Zhao."

(End of this chapter)