Mu family's little lucky girl

Chapter 237 Portrait (Two in One)

Chen Xiao glanced at Jiang Haichao on the bed, his handsome face tensed up a little.

He couldn't answer Liu Renzhong's question now.

When Chen Xiao rushed there, Jiang Haichao was already covered with scars. According to Lin Pingsheng, when Jiang Haichao came to rescue him, he already had injuries on his body, which means that his injuries were not only caused by the spies. .

There are others.

And who are these people?
Chen Xiao didn't know.

Only after Jiang Haichao woke up did he know.

……

A quiet room.

The three of them had solemn expressions.

No one spoke.

Chen Xiao stretched out his long arms, grabbed Mu Li, asked her to sit beside him, and poured another cup of herbal tea for her.

Mu Li took it, and drank it with a gulp.

Just now she was busy saving people, her nerves were tense, when she relaxed, her mouth was dry
After drinking a cup of herbal tea, my throat immediately felt better.

As soon as she put down the teacup, she heard Wei Yan's burning voice.

"A Li, I heard that Jiang Haichao was injured, how is he doing now?"

"Where's my brother? Is my brother also injured?"

Wei Yan rushed in in a panic, went straight to the bed, saw Jiang Haichao was wrapped in thick gauze, her brows were deeply frowned, she looked around the room, but did not see Wei Qi, and trotted to Muli Come forward, the tone is anxious and worried.

"A Li, where is my brother? How is my brother?"

Jiang Haichao is Wei Qi's personal bodyguard, Wei Yan subconsciously thinks that Jiang Haichao was injured, and her brother must not be much better now.

The more she thought about it, the more worried she became.

She was so anxious that her eye circles were red, and tears rolled in her eyes.

At this moment, she forgot all the unhappiness that happened with her brother back then.

There is only one thought in my heart, that is, I hope my brother is safe and nothing will happen.

These days, she has often been homesick and wondered if her father would punish him for not returning to Beijing with her brother?

Mu Li saw that she was about to cry, and hurriedly comforted her: "Your brother is fine, everything is fine now, don't worry."

This reassurance made Wei Yan's tears flow more fiercely, for some reason, she obviously didn't want to cry.

"Then, what happened to Jiang Haichao?"

"Where is my brother now?"

Mu Li patted her shoulder to comfort her, "Your brother is still in the capital."

"Jiang Haichao..."

Before he finished writing, he heard a weak voice.

"Princess……"

Wei Yan rushed to the bed, she was concerned about Wei Qi's safety, and forgot to conceal her identity.

As for Jiang Haichao, his consciousness was still muddled and dazed. When he half opened his eyes, he saw the princess crying. He thought he was still in the capital and beside the prince, so he blurted out and called the princess.

Mu Li looked at Liu Renzhong subconsciously. Liu Renzhong was sitting on the teacher's chair, calm and composed, the old god was there, as if he didn't hear it.

"Jiang Haichao, how are you doing now?"

Wei Yan wiped away tears indiscriminately, crying like a tearful person.

Jiang Haichao looked at Her Royal Highness who was dressed in civilian clothes, then at Chen Xiao, Mu Li, and Liu Renzhong. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

When he was returning to Beijing to deliver information to His Highness the Crown Prince, he encountered an ambush on the outskirts of Beijing, and returned all the way to Pingan Village. On the way, he rescued Lin Pingsheng, and his injuries worsened...

"Subordinates are fine..." Jiang Haichao said weakly.

"What about my brother? How is my brother? Did he come here too?"

Wei Yan said eagerly, asking several questions in succession.

Just as Jiang Haichao was about to say His Royal Highness, he changed his words again.

"It's okay, my master is doing well in the capital now."

"Really?" Wei Yan asked suspiciously, "Then why did you get hurt?"

"My brother is in the capital, and you, as his personal bodyguard, should not leave even a single step."

Mu Li saw that she had a lot of questions to ask, but Jiang Haichao had just woken up and was still very weak, so he couldn't talk too much.

You have to let him pay attention to rest.

"I'm back." At this time, Lin Pingsheng happily stepped into the threshold with a medicine bag in his hands, with a loud voice, followed by Mu Qing.

Everyone looked at him in unison.

Passing through the crowd, Mu Qing's gaze was precisely locked on Wei Yan.

The apricot eyes are red, the eyelashes are still wet, there is a teardrop hanging on it, and the small nose is also red.

Looking so pitiful, I feel pity.

Mu Qing's heart softened, before her brain had time to think, her feet had already stepped over.

"What's the matter? Why are you crying like this?"

Mu Qing's voice was unbelievably gentle.

Everyone present was stunned, except Chen Xiao.

With a flick of his long arm, he pulled Mu Li to his side.

Mu Li looked at Mu Qing blankly, and then whispered in Chen Xiao's ear, "My brother has chased someone?"

Chen Xiao laughed lowly, looking at Mu Li's eyes so tired that he could pull silk out.

"It looks like it is." He said in a low voice.

Mu Li frowned, looking puzzled.

She has never seen any intimate contact between the two of them, how did it develop so quickly?

Lin Pingsheng looked heartless, and he couldn't bear this kind of scene where you and I were talking.

He flicked the two away like a fly, with extreme disgust in his mouth: "This is not a place to show affection. Didn't you see that there are still patients here?"

"If you want to show your affection, go aside."

Mu Qing raised his hand to wipe Wei Yan's tears, his face was a little embarrassed, he just cared about Wei Yan, but he forgot the occasion, turned his head and saw that everyone was watching him as if they were watching a show.

Jun's face was stained with a layer of blush, he was not as thick-skinned as Chen Xiao, who could openly show affection like no one else.

Wei Yan's face turned even redder, and she glared at Mu Qing in embarrassment.

Mu Qing smirked at her.

Chen Xiao looked at the two of them, and said expressionlessly: "You guys go out first."

"But I still have a lot of questions to ask."

Wei Yan whispered.

Seeing Chen Xiao's serious face, Mu Qing guessed that he had something important to do, so she took Wei Yan's wrist and went out.

"Wait." Lin Pingsheng stepped forward with a smile, "And this, please both of you, fry the medicine by the way."

Lin Pingsheng didn't know Wei Yan's identity, so he dared to order Wei Yan to do something.

Surprisingly, Wei Yan did not refuse, nor did she get angry.

Mu Qing took the medicine package from him, glanced lightly at Jiang Haichao who was lying on the bed, and pulled Wei Yan out.

"Good, you go out too."

Chen Xiao patted Mu Li's head lightly, his voice was so gentle that it was ridiculous.

Mu Li let out an ah, then let out a muffled oh, and then reluctantly went out.

Lin Pingsheng watched the three of them go out with a smile, and closed the door.

Mu Li looked at the closed door and sighed.

I thought she could hear what they were all saying.

"How do you fry this medicine?"

While in a trance, Mu Li heard Wei Yan's voice.

Mu Qing said softly: "I will do this, as long as you sit beside me."

Mu Li walked in and watched her brother doing these things skillfully.

Her mother is not in good health and needs to take medicine for many years. Since her brother started to understand, he has been able to decoct medicine.

Although he only comes back once every ten days when he is studying in the academy, and the frequency of making medicine for his mother is also reduced, but the repetition over the years has long been engraved into his bones.

Wei Yan sat by the stove, depressed.

Mu Qing thought for a while, and said, "You miss home?"

He never asked about her family.

This is the first time.

Wei Yan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

Mu Qing lit the firewood and said casually, "Then you can go home and have a look."

Wei Yan lowered her head, wishing she could tuck her head into her collar, and said in a low voice, "No."

"Huh?" Mu Qing didn't hear clearly, turned around and saw Wei Yan's lack of interest and dejected look, he came to her side, squatted down, looked at her and said softly: "What's wrong?"

Wei Yan raised her head slightly, and looked into those black eyes that almost made her sink.

Feeling aggrieved, tears were about to well up again, she bit her lower lip tightly, choked up and said, "I can't go back."

"If I go back, I, my father will marry me to someone else."

Mu Qing was startled, her dark eyes were stained with sadness.

"cough!"

Mu Li covered her mouth and let out a dry cough, breaking the silence and sadness that spread between the two.

Twilight stood up abruptly.

Wei Yan hid her head between her elbows, sobbing softly.

……

The carriage rattled out of Ten Mile Slope, and when it was just getting dark, they drove out of the official road, and a group of people slept in an open place.

The first man went to collect some firewood and came back to light the fire, the second man went to the river to catch some fish, and Gao Qing went to hunt a pheasant and came back.

Lu Chao is responsible for handling these ingredients.

Zhong Shanghui and Zhao Changan were sitting beside the carriage.

It's getting darker.

The spies found this place along the signs along the way. He clutched his injured chest and knelt on one knee to plead guilty to Zhong Shanghui.

"The subordinate is incompetent and has not completed the task assigned by Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Shang's dark eyes turned cold, waiting for the spy's next words.

The spy didn't dare to look at Zhong Shang's dark eyes, his head was lowered, and when he mentioned what happened in the afternoon, he would gnash his teeth angrily.

"This subordinate was about to succeed, but I didn't expect that the prince's personal bodyguard suddenly appeared in the middle, which ruined the subordinate's major event..."

Before the spies finished speaking, they were interrupted by Zhong Shanghui's cold voice.

"Who were you talking about?"

When the spy heard this, he felt that his chance to commit crimes and meritorious deeds had come. He looked up at Zhong Shanghui, his bottomless eyes were full of ferocity and sternness.

"It's Jiang Haichao!"

"My subordinates saw with their own eyes that it was Jiang Haichao who suddenly appeared and rescued that person, but Jiang Haichao was seriously injured for some reason. His subordinates had a chance to capture him and bring him in front of Mr. Zhong. Cheng Yaojin's arrival has ruined the important affairs of his subordinates."

Mentioning this made the spies grit their teeth with hatred.

The white-clothed boy who almost appeared suddenly.

If he hadn't spoiled his good deeds, Jiang Haichao would have become his defeat now.

That person is the prince's personal bodyguard, and he is highly valued by the prince. He must have a lot of information about the prince. If he is captured and presented to Mr. Zhong, then he will have made a great contribution.

"Did you read it wrong?" Zhao Changan looked into his eyes and said in thought: "The crown prince has already returned to the capital, how could his guards still be here?"

The spy said seriously: "This subordinate is not mistaken, that person is indeed the guard Jiang next to the prince."

"Lord Zhong, my lord, there is absolutely no lie in my subordinates."

"That's all." Zhong Shanghui doesn't seem to care much about this. Now that he is going back to the capital, the affairs in Anling County have also come to an end, and the affairs are handled very cleanly. The matter of entrusting Zhao Fan to recruit troops is not bad. If there is any reason to say, it is Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan has a wide network of contacts, and he met many merchants before he became the magistrate of Xingzhou County. Through him, he can raise a lot of money for his recruitment.

Now Zhao Fan still has some use value, so he can't be moved for the time being.

But this person is greedy for life and afraid of death, he is a ticking time bomb.

It is a serious obstacle to his plan to restore the country.

As long as the prince's people haven't found Zhao Fan, he won't touch him.

Once it is found that Zhao Fan has attracted that person's attention, it means that Zhao Fan's use value is over.

"You send someone to keep an eye on him." After a moment of silence, Zhong Shanghui said again: "Zhao Fan can't relax, you need to deal with the rich people in Xingzhou County in the shortest possible time and get their money. Trust them and make them work for you."

"Strive to get more money and support from them."

The spy nodded solemnly, "This subordinate understands."

"By the way, what does that Cheng Yaojin you mentioned look like?" Zhong Shanghui asked.

The spy recalled and said: "Looking young, he looks about 16 years old. He looks talented and heroic, but his martial arts accomplishments are far beyond his age. At the level he should have, even his subordinates... are not his opponents."

In the end, the spy was a little discouraged.

Thinking that he is approaching his thirties, his martial arts are not as good as that of a 16-year-old boy, and the spy feels ashamed.

Before that, he always thought that he was not only the most powerful person in the Wuji Pavilion, but even in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, there were very few people who could beat him, but today, he was suddenly killed by an unknown person.

"Gao Qing, go get a pen and paper."

Zhong Shanghui pondered for a while, he couldn't imagine what the other party looked like based on these few descriptions of the spies, so he ordered Gao Qingdao.

Gao Qing fetched a pen and paper.

"Draw that person's face and let me see."

The flames flickered on his face. The spy stared at the pen and paper for a while, then picked up the pen and began to draw seriously.

After a while, he handed it to Zhong Shanghui to watch.

"My lord, the person above is that Cheng Yaojin."

Zhong Shanghui took it over and took a look, almost vomited blood.

The people in the painting have slanted mouths and slanted eyes, people are not people, ghosts are not ghosts, they are uglier than ghost symbols, and it is impossible to tell what the painting is.

The spy saw Zhong Shanghui's eyes getting darker and darker, and he hurriedly lowered his head in fright, as well-behaved as an angry little daughter-in-law.

Zhong Shanghui looked at Zhao Chang'an and said, "I heard that King Yi is good at drawing portraits of people, but Yuan Shan's paintings look like ghost drawing symbols. They really don't have any reference value. I will trouble His Highness Yi Wang this time."

Yuan Shan is the name of the spy.

Zhao Changan sneered from the bottom of his heart.

Zhong Shanghui, an old man, would only call him His Highness Yi Wang when he was needed, and only remember his identity, but he was still a puppet after all.

Regardless of whether they agree or not, they will obey Zhong Shanghui in the end.

Zhao Changan smiled faintly, "Master Zhong praised me. Yan He has no talent in painting, and he came into contact relatively late. However, if Master Zhong trusts Yan He, Yan He will make a fool of himself."

Zhao Changan always called himself Yanhe in front of Zhong Shanghui.

One of the purposes is to show Zhong Shanghui his determination to be the prince of Daliang in this way, so as to dispel Zhong Shanghui's worries and doubts, and make him believe that he really wants to follow Zhong Shanghui to restore the country.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the clock is still dark.

Zhong Shanghui said another polite word.

Zhao Changan took the paper and pen handed over by the spies.

The spies described Chen Xiao's appearance on the side.

"Dan phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, handsome facial features..." The spy tried hard to recall, "The eyes are very cold, and the temperament is also very cold..."

"Well... that's all."

Zhao Changan showed the painted portrait to the spies.

The spy looked at the handsome man in the portrait, and couldn't help being amazed.

"As expected of His Royal Highness Yi Wang, this painting skill is really good."

Zhao Changan laughed lowly, "I'm overwhelmed."

Seeing Zhong Shanghui looking over his head, the spies brought the portrait in front of him, and said, "Lord Zhong, look how well Yi Wang painted, the portrait is so lifelike, it's almost as like as two peas in the real thing."

Zhong Shanghui saw that it was indeed the case, and he said: "You print a few copies of this painting and distribute it to the people in Wuji Pavilion, so that they can investigate who this person is."

The spy let out a bewildered sigh.

"Ah for what?"

Zhong Shanghui thought he was unwilling, his eyes dimmed, and he was already displeased.

"But……"

The person in the painting is not the man he saw. Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Cheng Yun who was chasing them.

"Master." Cheng Yun greeted Zhao Chang'an first, and when he saw Zhong Shanghui sitting beside him, he called out respectfully, "Lord Zhong."

Zhong Shanghui looked up at him, "Didn't you be asked to meet up a few days later? It's only half a day away, why did you come here?"

Cheng Yun respectfully said: "Master Zhong can give me the opportunity to visit relatives, I am very grateful, how dare I really stay at home for a few days?"

The spy watched Mr. Zhong chatting with His Highness Yi Wang, and felt anxious. He wanted to tell Mr. Zhong that although the man in the portrait was very good-looking, he was not the boy in white he had seen.

Zhong Shanghui saw that he had been stuck here for a long time and did not leave, his face immediately sank, "What are you still doing here?"

The spy was so frightened that he didn't bother to correct the person in the portrait, so he hurriedly left.

　I'm going to take my rabbit to grind its teeth later, and I'll have to waste another afternoon...

　　see you guys tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)