Uncle, don't overdo it

"Xia Yubing, have you heard of this name?" Lin Xiner asked.

This is probably the first time she deliberately said this name, the woman her father loves deeply, the second wife of the Lin family.

Before that, the Lin family had kept their mother and daughter's tablets, and Lin Bo would offer incense to her every [-]th day of the Lunar New Year, so Lin Xiner was very familiar with these three words, but she had never said them personally.

She didn't want to mention it because of her mother, because of that woman's death, so her father hated her for nearly 20 years. Her father didn't care about it. In fact, she and her mother almost died back then.If it was their mother and daughter who died, her father would definitely not miss it so much.

Xia Yubing was originally the second wife of the Lin family, but the old maid in the palace recognized her, so did she also stay in the palace?

"Xia Yubing, isn't it your second mother?" Ximen Jingxuan naturally knew this person.

"Yes, that's her." Lin Xiner nodded, "Some people think that I resemble her. I have never seen a portrait of her, so I don't know where the resemblance is."

Because of Xia Yubing's death back then, Lin Bo was so sad that he couldn't bear to see the portrait, so he burned all of her portraits in one thought, so Lin Xiner only knew her name, but never saw her.

"Really?" Ximen Jingxuan separated some distance from Lin Xiner, let go of her eyes and stared at her face carefully, "I've seen a portrait of her, it seems that you have nothing in common with her. It's two people."

"Have you seen it? In the palace?" Lin Xiner asked in surprise.

She didn't expect that Ximen Jingxuan had seen the portraits of people she had never seen before, even the Lin family had no portraits left.Apart from Lin Bo, where else was there a portrait of her?

"No, it was about 21 years ago. I was four or five years old at that time. At that time, the officials of the Xia family embezzled the relief silver and were executed by my father. The family members of the Xia family were implicated and exiled. What's going on, the prime minister at that time, that is, your grandfather entered the palace to beg your father to forgive Xia Yubing, and give you a marriage to your father as a concubine. Because of your grandfather's pleading, Xia Yubing was left behind. After getting father's approval, your grandfather Only then did I go to the prison camp and bring out Xia Yubing."

"At that time, I was young and curious, and followed secretly. I found that your grandfather didn't recognize Xia Yubing, and he was always carrying a portrait of Xia Yubing in his hand. Compared with the prisoner who was brought out from the prison camp, he took him away after confirming that it was correct. The portrait Later, it was thrown away by your grandfather. I picked it up and looked at it. Because he was the only member of the Xia family who stayed in the capital and was specially rescued by the Prime Minister, I was deeply impressed. It was a pity that Xia Yubing was wearing a prison uniform at the time. I didn't see her clearly from a distance, and I never saw her again until she married into the Lin family until something happened." Ximen Jingxuan recalled, "She was not someone I cared about at first, if you don't ask, I will I won't even think about it."

"I heard from the servants of the Lin family that my mother was kind to the second wife. In this way, Xia Yubing's marriage to the Lin family would not have been possible without my mother's efforts. If there was no grandfather, my father had no ability at that time, and Xia Yubing would have been with the Xia family. Let's go into exile together." Lin Xiner said.

Fortunately her mother was so generous, but because of Xia Yubing's death, her father always hated her, and didn't care about what she had done.

"Can you imitate and draw the portraits from back then?" Lin Xiner asked.

Ximen Jingxuan was able to draw the scene when they met back then, so his painting skills must be very good.

Ximen Jingxuan squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "Should be able to imitate ** points."

"Come on, help me draw it and let me see what she looks like." Lin Xiner pulled Ximen Jingxuan to stand up and walked to the table.

The sun was setting, and the light in the house was very dark.

Lin Xiner lit the candlestick on the table and spread the paper for Ximen Jingxuan.

Ximen Jingxuan looked at Lin Xiner's childlike curiosity, smiled, went around the table, chose a place where his figure could not be reflected on the window, stood still, took out the brush from the pen container, dipped it in the inkstone and ground it Ink, searching for childhood memories, began to paint.

The outline of a woman was gradually outlined on the white paper.

Lin Xiner turned her head sideways to look at the people gradually appearing on the paper.

Ximen Jingxuan's drawing skills are very good, and every line he draws is very skilled. After a while, the general appearance is outlined.

Lin Xiner picked up the candlestick and leaned closer to illuminate the portrait, making herself look carefully.

Although the lines are very simple and unadorned, Lin Xiner can tell that the person in this painting is no stranger to her...

"It probably looks like this." Ximen Jingxuan finished his pen and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.Although it was 20 years later, the appearance he drew was not far from the one he remembered.

Xin'er wanted to see the portrait, so he drew it as close as possible, so that she could see a more similar person and satisfy her curiosity.

"Look, you don't look like her at all. Those who say you look like her are probably trying to please your father." Ximen Jingxuan threw the brush into the pen container and said with a smile.

"Yes, not like it." Lin Xiner put down the candlestick, picked up the portrait with both hands, and stared at it closely, "Is this the portrait you remember?"

"I dare not say it's exactly the same. After all, I was still young at that time, and it has been 20 years, but the difference is not far away. It seems to be the same." Ximen Jingxuan said.

"A split portrait..." Lin Xiner stared at the portrait without blinking her eyes.

Not to mention ** points, even if it is four or five points, she can still recognize the person in this portrait.

Although she had just seen Xia Yubing's appearance, to her, this face had penetrated into her heart, making her worry about it.

"What's wrong?" Ximen Jingxuan noticed something strange about Lin Xiner.

"It's nothing." Lin Xiner shook her head, but never took her eyes off the portrait. She smiled lightly and said, "How can such a person be said that I look like her? It's really wrong, if it wasn't for flattery My father, I'm afraid it's just to offend my father."

That's what she said, but Lin Xiner knew that the old maid named Zhao Rong had nothing to do with flattering or offending her, and Liu Suixiang's horror at her at that time would never have anything to do with flattering or offending her.

"Whether it's to flatter or offend, I don't even know where my father is at this moment." Lin Xiner gently placed the portrait on the table.

The fingers seem to touch lightly inadvertently, the candlestick on the table tilts, and a drop of wax oil falls on the drawing paper.

"Be careful!" Ximen Jingxuan hastily knocked the ignited drawing paper to the ground.

A flame quickly ignited.

Ximen Jingxuan stomped his feet a few times, the flames were extinguished, and the portrait was burned to ashes.

"It's burning, Jingxuan, do you blame me?" Lin Xiner asked.

"What are you talking about? It's just an insignificant portrait." Ximen Jingxuan walked up to Lin Xiner and held her in his arms.

The mention of the missing Li Bo must have touched her heart, and contacting her master, who was also missing, made her lose her mind and feel sad.