Ci Jinzhi

It's easy to hide your identity from the people around you if you're prepared, but it's easy to reveal your secret when you're being watched without realizing it.

Now that He Qingxiao had made the discovery, Xin You took advantage of the situation and asked, "Why is the painting like this?"

"It's not clear yet." He Qingxiao was used to being cautious and did not want to influence Xin You's judgment based on mere speculation.

Xin You thought for a moment and said, "I'll go to the meeting to draw and wait for the edict."

Judging from the light in the picture, it can be concluded that the incident happened in broad daylight, and it can almost be concluded that it was a holiday, which is today.

"Did Master He's men tell me what to wear after the imperial edict to disguise myself?"

"Wearing a washed gray robe and a pair of black cloth shoes with holes..."

After listening to He Qingxiao's description, Xin You gave up the plan of further confirming it by drawing the clothes he wore.

With such a tight budget, I'm afraid I'll wear this outfit every time I go to a stall...

"He Yushi has been reading books frequently recently. Did Miss Kou ask anything from Shopkeeper Hu and others?"

Xinyou smiled: "I probably know why Yushi He came here."

"Why?"

"It has nothing to do with what we want to investigate. It is Yu Shi He's personal matter, so I won't talk about it."

Private matter?

He Qingxiao was confused.

Apart from being short of money, what other personal matters do you have?
"Let's go." Xin You smiled and patted the table, interrupting the man who was lost in thought.

He Qingxiao raised his eyes and looked at the smiling girl.

After becoming Xin Daizhao, she seemed to be much more relaxed.

If one day she can be her true self, that girl named Xin You will smile even better, right?

With this thought, He Qingxiao quickly lowered her eyes and stood up silently.

The two walked out of the reception room one after the other.

It was almost noon, Liu Zhou wiped the counter and asked: "My boss, are you having dinner in the bookstore?"

"No, I have been taking medicated food to recuperate recently, and I have to go back to eat."

"The little man will take you out." Liu Zhou walked over and couldn't help but look at He Qingxiao.

He Qingxiao said calmly: "I'm leaving too."

Shopkeeper Hu: "..."

The sun was shining brightly outside, the cicadas were chirping noisily, and the horses tied under the trees flicked their tails in boredom.

He Qingxiao stopped and whispered: "There are my people around Hua Daizhao. If Miss Kou needs help, she can go to them."

This kind of stalking usually happens in groups of at least two people.He Qingxiao had a good memory and detailed the appearance and clothing of his two men.

"Thank you. Mr. He, please go and do your own business."

He Qingxiao hesitated for a moment and said softly: "I said before that I would treat Miss Kou to crispy duck, but I still haven't had the chance."

"Is this the crispy duck made by Aunt Gui?" Xin You asked, raising her head slightly under the leafy tree.

The man's eyes were like transparent ink jade, looking clean and gentle: "Well, it's the crispy duck made by Aunt Gui."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it today. I'll try to get it on the next holiday."

Xin You watched He Qingxiao ride away, returned to another house near the bookstore, changed into men's clothes, and went to the street where the painting stall was set up.

It was noon, the stall owner in gray clothes and cloth shoes was drowsy in the shade of the tree, and there was no one in front of the stall.There are also sparse pedestrians on the street, far less lively than in the picture.

Xin You simply went to the teahouse and looked out the window at the street.Until the sun was covered by wisps of white clouds, a gust of wind started, and there were gradually more and more people on the street.

Hua Daizhao seemed to have woken up, rubbed his eyes and walked towards the stall.

Xin You looked far away from a high place and saw two people running this way, one behind the other.

coming.

Xin You immediately paid the bill and walked out of the teahouse quickly.

The two people ran closer. The one running in front avoided the pedestrians by turning left and right, and the people chasing behind followed suit, knocking over the painting stall like in the picture.

"Stop!" Hua Daizhao saw the two of them continuing to run and hurried to catch up. He stepped on a rolling pen and fell forward.

A hand stretched out to support him: "Be careful." Hua Daizhao calmed down, and when he saw clearly the expression of the young man who was supporting him, his expression suddenly changed: "Xin - thank you!"

He changed his words in time, his heart beating wildly.

Why did Xin Daizhao appear here?

Xin Daizhao discovered that he was selling paintings secretly in disguise?
At that moment, Xin You saw shock, wariness, and panic in Hua Daizhao's eyes.

Seeing Hua Daizhao's reaction, Xinyou somehow felt that he couldn't get involved in those things.

It was too unsettling to face the truth.

Of course, whether it is about He Yushi or Hua Daizhao, this is only a judgment based on contact.Before the identity of that person was completely confirmed, she would not put down the investigation of the two people based on inferences.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Xin You let go.

"It's okay, it's okay." Hua Daizhao calmed down a lot when he saw that the young man had only concern on his face, "Thank you just now."

This time my thanks were much more sincere.

"They all fell to the ground." Xin You looked at the things on the ground with a look of pity and bent down to pick them up.

"Don't get your hands dirty little brother, I'll do it myself." Hua Daizhao hurriedly picked up the pen and ink cups and bowls that fell on the floor.

The spilled paint stained the painting's hand, but he didn't care. He just whispered: "It's all broken..."

Xin You silently helped Hua Daizhao pack away the things that could still be used.

Hua Daizhao's initial suspicion that his colleagues would see through the disguise was completely dispelled, and he thanked him repeatedly.

"Is uncle a painter?"

"Yes."

"Uncle, what are you good at painting?" Xin You saw that Painter's hand was stained with paint and he wanted to wipe it on his body but gave up, looking at a loss, so he handed over a handkerchief.

The muslin handkerchief was folded squarely and looked new.

"You can't do it, you can't do it." Hua Daizhao waved his hand and threw the paint on Xin You's sleeve.

Hua Daizhao was dumbfounded when he saw it.

He can't afford it!
"It's okay." Xin You wiped his sleeve with the handkerchief and handed it over, "Uncle, please wipe your hands, otherwise it will be everywhere."

Hua Daizhao accepted it, and while wiping his hands, he answered Xin You's question: "I'm good at painting figures."

"Then uncle, please draw me a picture."

"Little brother, do you really want to paint?" Hua Daizhao looked at the good-tempered young man, but he really couldn't connect him with the identity of the late empress's adopted son.

Xin You blinked: "Isn't it because a painting is expensive?"

"It's not expensive, a painting only costs one or two silver."

For one tael of silver, it can be said that the painting skill of waiting for the imperial edict is too cheap, but setting up a street stall is different.

For ordinary people, this is a sky-high price.

Worried about scaring Xin You away, Hua Daizhao said cautiously: "One tael of silver is really not expensive anymore."

This is the bottom line that he can no longer lower, otherwise he would rather starve to death and die of poverty!

"Uncle, the painting is so good, one tael of silver is really not expensive."

Hua Daizhao thought Xin You was saying polite words, but he saw her pick up a piece of paper and lightly dust it.

It was a group of portraits that Hua Daizhao casually sketched while looking at passers-by when he was bored in the morning. Each character has vivid expressions and profound skills.

Hua Daizhao suddenly felt hot in his eyes as he watched the young man brushing away the dust on the drawing paper.

"Uncle, please start writing." Xinyou helped Xiao Maza and sat down.

Hua Daizhao nodded, spread out the drawing paper and sketched out the boy's appearance bit by bit.

It didn't take long for a figure painting to be completed.

"Okay." Hua Daizhao breathed a sigh of relief.

He hasn't been so serious about it for a long time since he set up a stall to sell paintings.

"Uncle, can you give me a message?" Xin You pointed to the blank space on the screen.

Hua Zaozhao was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."