I inherited my husband's divine position

The suspicious eyes from all directions made Lu Su feel more pressure.

Maybe it's quick wit, or maybe it's instinct that leads to misfortune.

Lu Su said Feng Jing's name, "He jumped out of the window early and ran away."

It would be great to have one more participant of the literary society to identify the portraits, and Feng Jing was carried back here not long after.

Before coming here, Feng Jing had already been informed of what happened in the restaurant and the role of being 'invited'.

Facing many elders in high positions and Yi Zhen, the future king, Feng Jing did not dare to act presumptuously even if he didn't want to.

He came to the table limping, and the first person he was asked was Lu Liangqin who Lu Su mentioned earlier.

"The person standing next to Lu Su is indeed Lu Liangqin." Feng Jing was sure without much recollection.

The reason for this must be because Lu Su and the others were closest to the table at that time. In order to stagger his gaze with Mi Feixue, he happened to see Lu Su and the others in a blink of an eye. The impression of these few seconds was particularly deep in his memory. .

"Since there was no misidentification, why wasn't the person released?"

"Could it be that..." lied?

The latter sentence was not finished, but everyone could hear the meaning.

Yi Zhen gave the speaker a warning look.

If Mi Bayue didn't want to take care of this matter, she wouldn't even let him see her face to face, and she would never use such a trick that would not be able to get on the stage.

"People didn't come out, it can only be that we have done something wrong."

As soon as Yi Zhen opened his mouth, everyone responded quickly.

"Before the lord identified him, he first commented on the person in the painting." Zhuang Yan said suddenly.

Yi Zhen asked someone to bring over the personal characteristics table recorded earlier.

Say to the person in the painting according to the above: "Seven feet tall, long face, thick eyebrows, thick lips, wearing gray clothes, wearing a lotus sachet..."

After finishing the recording, there was still no response.

Yi Zhen frowned in thought.

The others were also anxious and silent.

There was no progress on their side, and the world in the painting changed again.

Hearing the wailing from inside, I asked what happened, and then learned that the injuries of the people inside were deteriorating, some people had already fallen into a coma, and some people suddenly shouted thirsty and hungry.A comparison shows that their physique in the painting is much weaker than that outside.

In other words, even if these people are trapped in the painting, even if they cannot die for a while, their situation will become more dangerous as the time drags on.

Wen Anhou and the others shuddered, feeling a sense of urgency.

"What is missing?"

"Recall carefully what the adult said and did!"

After another round of discussions and attempts, the result was still the same.

The voices inside and outside the painting are interlinked, and the failures in reality are heard by the trapped people in the painting, constantly accumulating inner despair.

The situation is visibly declining.

"Seven feet tall, with a long face..."

Yi Zhen whispered again, and everyone didn't have any expectations, because almost everyone had tried in this short period of time.

It's just that this time Yi Zhen looked directly at the match figure in the painting, and every word he said was identified after repeated identification before exiting, "Thick eyebrows, lotus sachet... Lu Liangqin."

no change.

No expectations and no disappointment.

Yi Zhen pondered for a while, then turned around and called Lu Su and Feng Jing, then pointed to the stick figure belonging to Lu Liangqin in the painting, and described his features to them one by one, "From the height of each figure, For comparison, this one is seven feet." He measured it with his fingers to let the two and other onlookers understand better, and then pointed to the two lines on the face of the stickman, "This is the eyebrow, thick and thick. Hei, look at his waist, is it a flower?"

Everyone's first thought is not like.

Ke Yizhen next second pointed at the waist of the match figure belonging to Lu Su, which was once identified by Mi August as a flower-shaped ball of jade thread.

"Both are in the form of flowers. If you look more closely, they don't look like lotus flowers."

Things that didn't look like anything at first seem to be acceptable after having a comparison picture.

Especially before they had already determined in their hearts that the painting on Lu Su's waist was a flower pattern.

"...It seems to be true."

"The flower pattern on Lu Su's waist is an orchid, so the thread... the flowers and leaves are drawn smaller. Lu Liangqin's purse is embroidered with lotus flowers, and the flowers and leaves are indeed drawn thicker."

"That makes sense!"

As everyone talked, they felt more and more similar.

At this time, Yi Zhen said again: "This man who is seven feet tall, with a long face and thick eyebrows, and a lotus purse on his waist, is Lu Liang's relative?" He asked Lu Su and Feng Jing.

Lu Su subconsciously recalled Lu Liangqin's appearance in her mind, and nodded yes.

Feng Jing also said with more certainty: "That's right, it's Lu Liangqin."

The words fall.

Lu Liangqin appeared out of thin air.

"This?"

"Your Highness, how do you..."

Yi Zhen raised his hand to interrupt everyone's questioning, and explained: "Master Mi did explain the method of deciphering very clearly, which is to identify the identity of the person in the painting. It's just that this identification focuses on identifying the person's identity from the painting, not Just guessing."

"Like Lu Liang, we know from analysis that the portrait of the person next to Lu Su is him, but we don't really understand the appearance of the person in the painting, so what we say doesn't count."

Zhuang Yan raised doubts, "But His Highness has clearly seen it just now, and it still failed."

Yi Zhen nodded, "So I guess not only to understand the painting, but also to have a certain impression of this person. I don't know Lu Liangqin, and I still can't identify this person based on the features in the painting that I understand."

But Lu Su and Feng Jing had impressions of Lu Liangqin, so when Yi Zhen asked them both for verification, and when Feng Jing was helped to understand the portrait and name Lu Liangqin, the rules of this strange talk were considered to be unraveled.

"Your Highness is wise." Zhuang Yan said.

Others also expressed their admiration.

Yi Zhen said: "Saving people is the most important thing."

With a clearer and clearer method, everyone gathered around the painting table and stared wide-eyed, trying harder to identify the features in the painting, and comparing them with the recorded information one by one.

Not to mention, it was quite difficult at the beginning, but after gradually adapting to the painting style, it became more and more tasteful.

"The hairpin painting here is extremely wild. It turns out that it is a goshawk with wings spread. It's wonderful."

"What is this man's hand doing? It's there."

"Where is it, this is fanning, huh."

"..."

After Lu Liangqin, another person was identified and rescued.

Those who were rescued were left in their original places and became members who helped identify the paintings.

They are all participants in the literary society, as long as they can remember who is standing next to them, it will be convenient for everyone to find clues.

Facing this painting again this time, the participants of the essay meeting no longer showed any contempt, only deep awe.Every line is full of artistic conception in their eyes, which can be described as a unparalleled masterpiece in the world.

——After all, I have personally experienced, witnessed, and heard the rhythm of every pen and ink.