Sweet Noble Heir

Lin Guanshi soon called for people to offer steaming tea to Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing.

Master Tang took Qi Qingxing and Jiang Wanbai into his study. At this moment, the three men sat down and closed the door to isolate the cold outside and the warm winter sun.

"I have heard from Lao Lin about the things that Qi Shizi and Miss Jiang want to inquire about. I do know some things, but I can tell them about them. As for whether it is useful or not, I can't guarantee it." Master Tang is also a happy man. When Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing have a cup of tea to warm their stomachs, he goes straight to the point.

Jiang Wanbai is relieved. Qi Qingxing doesn't like to talk to other people. She can't deal with those polite words. She is also worried that if master Tang wants to make polite remarks, she will be in a cold seat.

Qi Qingxing nodded after listening to master Tang's words, and didn't want to say anything else.

Master Tang stopped for a moment, got up and took a roll of painting from the table. He unfolded the painting and said, "I heard the steward say that Qi Shizi and Miss Jiang are helping a friend inquire about the fire."

"Yes, an elder of his ancestors was also at the scene. After experiencing the fire, he lost his memory and forgot a lot of things, so he had another obsession in his heart." Qi Qingxing took Jiang Wanbai's last excuse and then said.

Master Tang didn't doubt it. He sighed and said, "if you want to inquire about the fire, you can't find out anything. But since you know that I'm here, I have something to say."

Speaking of this, master Tang had already started his painting and handed it to Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing. He said, "this painting shows an elder of my ancestors and the person who had an accident in the fire."

Master Tang held up the painting, so that he blocked himself. He did not see the expression of Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing at the moment.

When he saw master Tang's painting, Jiang Wanbai almost stood up. Even Qi Qingxing was shocked for a moment.

"Master Tang, do you think this painting is an elder of your ancestors?" Jiang Wanbai's expression is a little indescribable. He asks master Tang, still wondering whether he took it wrong.

Otherwise, why do the elders in master Tang's painting look the same as Arsene?!

It's like it's carved out of a mold.

Master Tang probably recognized that Jiang Wanbai's voice was wrong. He poked his round face out of the back of the painting and nodded, "the boy in this painting is indeed an elder of my family."

He paused for a moment and wanted to look at the painting. However, with his chubby figure, it was a little difficult for him to complete the twisting movement, so he turned and put the painting on the table.

Qi Qingxing and Jiang Wanbai go over and help him move the things on the table to the side a little, and clean up a space.

When the painting was put on the table, the three people stood in front of the table. Master Tang shook his sour arm, fell his eyes on the painting, and nodded affirmatively, "this is indeed an elder of my ancestors. I didn't take it wrong. By the way, Miss Jiang, have you seen this painting in other places?"

"Well I've seen it. It's very similar... " Jiang Wanbai says vaguely that she is in a bit of a mess now. She is totally shocked. Looking at the portrait of master Tang, she is more and more curious about what happened to the elder of Tang's ancestors.