The cannon fodder stepmother dressed as the villain Zai Zai

The moonlight gradually climbed into the sky.

The Qingdu Hou Mansion looked particularly lonely tonight.

First, the portrait of Madam Xian was destroyed, and then Song Wentong was poisoned.

These two things gave Sheng Lixuan, who was recovering from a long illness, a headache.

In the brightly lit hall, the two elders had left early, and only Sheng Yue stayed here to accompany his eldest brother.

He knew how important the late madam was to his eldest brother. Now that the portrait of the late madam was destroyed, the only thought he had in his heart was also wiped out. He must be very sad and sad now.

He wanted to stay here and talk to his elder brother.

Looking at Sheng Lixuan in front of the window, holding the smudged and disfigured portrait, I felt sad alone.

Sheng Yue felt an indescribable feeling of grievance and pain in his heart. He paused at the corner of his mouth, thought for a moment, and then said:
"Big brother..."

"Things have happened, so you don't have to blame yourself too much."

Sheng Lixuan sighed, with a slightly sad look in his cold eyes:
"Sheng Yue, you don't know, you still blame me for not protecting the only portrait of Qingqiu left in the Hou Mansion."

Hearing what his eldest brother said, Sheng Yue became more determined. When he turned around, his face turned flat and he said with determination:

"Brother, don't worry. I will definitely investigate this matter and get to the bottom of it. I will never allow bad people to be around and make our Qingdu Marquis Mansion miserable."

Sheng Lixuan glanced at him and said with some distress:

"Ayue, my brother already knows your thoughts, but it's getting late now. You've been running with us all day. It's time to go back and rest."

"Brother, it doesn't matter to you, right?"

Sheng Yue was still concerned about his body.

Sheng Lixuan shook his head and said, "It's okay. It's not like you don't know who I am."

"Oh, it's just... this is the only portrait of Qingqiu. If Shengze knows about this, I really don't know what kind of temper that kid will get and how to deal with it."

This matter is really difficult to handle.

Sheng Yue couldn't come up with any good ideas for a while. Everyone had always known this young master's temper in the Hou family.

The late wife passed away very early, and the young master received little love from his mother in the Hou family.

If the little guy learned the news, Sheng Yue couldn't imagine what kind of trouble this little guy would get into.

Xu Yaqin, the only one who can take care of this little brat at the moment, is under house arrest in Cuilanxuan again.

Sheng Yue didn't have anything good to say, so he could only gradually become depressed. He bowed respectfully to Sheng Lizuan and said:

"Brother, that's okay. I'll go down first."

After seeing off Sheng Yue, Sheng Lixuan could no longer suppress the emotions in his heart.

He looked at the damaged portrait of the woman, and his mind was filled with memories of Leng Qingqiu, from their acquaintance to falling in love.

During most of Sheng Lixuan's war career, it was this woman who made him experience the happiness and joy of home, and gave Sheng Lixuan faith as support. These were his secret weapons that made him invincible on the battlefield.

But now... the person is gone, but he can't even keep this thought.

What is the famous Marquis of Qingdu and what is the general who has killed countless enemies?Sheng Lixuan is now just a pitiful man who can't even save his late wife's portrait...

He gently touched the portrait of the late lady with his hand, his eyes filled with sadness and emotion.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault... I can't even protect your portrait, but don't worry. I will definitely find out who did it, and I will never let him off lightly." Sheng Lixuan's eyes gradually became filled with worry. Anger arises.

In the Qingdu Marquis' Mansion, if he does anything else, he can have a large amount of authority and let him go.

But almost everyone knew the importance of the late madam in his heart, and there were still people making a fuss about it. This was something Sheng Lixuan would never tolerate.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is the perfect Marquis of Qingdu, but only he knows that there is always a vacancy in his heart, and the one who can fill this vacancy is Leng Qingqiu.

Now he looked at the damaged portrait of the woman in his hand, still reluctant to part with it, and kept it silently.

In the blink of an eye, it was the second day.

Sheng Lixuan, Sheng Yue and the two clan elders have been doing nothing else these days. They have only one goal in mind: to find out who is the murderer behind the scenes.

Compared with these changes in the Hou Mansion, Xu Yaqin, who was under house arrest in Cuilanxuan, seemed particularly different.

Since she was monitored by the women in the Hou Mansion and surrounded by guards all day long, Xu Yaqin's space for activities was very limited. Apart from being delivered three meals a day, she could only stay in her room.

This kind of house arrest is really uncomfortable.

Even for a stay-at-home girl like Xu Yaqin who likes to stay at home before wearing books, there is no air conditioning, WiFi, Internet and mobile phone.

She was alone in the room, with no one to talk to to relieve her boredom.Xuan He has also been sent out by her, and Xu Yaqin can only stay bored in the room alone.

Read some casual books and other things to pass the time.

Soon, Xuan He pushed the door in pantingly and said to Xu Yaqin excitedly:

"Madam, madam, I'm here, I'm here."

Hearing this exciting good news, Xu Yaqin's eyes lit up, she looked at her and asked quickly:
"Really? Mr. Wu is here, please invite him in quickly!"

Then Xuanhe brought Mr. Wu up, a middle-aged man who looked very elegant and bookish.

Taoist Wu was originally the Taoist priest of the most famous Xuandu Taoist Temple in Yandu City.

But he happened to have a pair of skillful hands, and the paintings he drew were so exquisite that even His Majesty the Emperor loved them. He was especially good at character sketches. No matter who he painted, they had a lifelike feel.

I think back then, the portrait of the late Madam was also painted by him.

The reason why Xu Yaqin found him was because she wanted to do something.

Not everyone can invite Taoist Wu.

He paints only based on his own preferences.If you like it, you will be willing to draw it even if you don't charge a penny. If you don't like it, even if your eyes are worth a thousand taels of gold, you will never start painting.

Xuanhe was still a little puzzled as to why this eccentric Taoist Wu, who could not be invited by many princes and nobles, followed Mrs. Xu's instructions and handed a kit to Taoist Wu. After he opened it and read it, he rushed over immediately.

Xuanhe was very curious about the contents of the kit.

But she hasn't asked yet.As soon as Wu Taoist saw Xu Yaqin, he couldn't help but look in admiration and praised:
"I didn't expect that the person who could write such a poem would be a woman."

"Mrs. Xu, I have read the poem you sent. It is really wonderful, wonderful! So wonderful."

"I also have many contacts with the saints in the poetry world. The poets I have contacted come from all over the world. There are really very few poems that can write poems like Mrs. Xu's."

Hearing this, Xuan He suddenly realized.

In addition to his love of painting, Taoist Wu also loved reciting poems and composing poems.It turned out that Mrs. Li wrote a poem for Wu Taoist, which made Wu Taoist like him so much.

(End of this chapter)