Taoist Quick Wear

After sending away the bronze tripod, Boss Su didn't play mahjong for a long time.

There is a small courtyard behind the Zhenbao Pavilion. There is a new stove built in it. Wanglaoji herbal tea is boiling in the pot, and the water vapor is thick. On it, the fake paintings painted by Si Qingyan are steaming.

Whatever era you want, you can steam it out.

In addition to judging the authenticity of a painting by looking at the pen strength, engraving, and ink, most of the rest falls on the paper. Steaming Wong Lo Kat can not only change the color of the paper, but also the softness of the paper. Some are thin and brittle, while others are slightly moldy and insect-eaten.

At first, the two of them were not very familiar with each other, and many calligraphy and paintings were destroyed by steaming. Later, they gradually mastered the key, and the more they steamed, the more they resembled each other. Occasionally, guests would come to the Zhenbao Pavilion, and they would serve them with a pot of herbal tea to avoid waste.

While practicing traditional Chinese painting, Si Qingyan learned to carve seals. No matter which era or whose seal it is, he can carve it exactly the same.

Boss Su is busy with this every day, running around the stove, and has lost a lot of weight. Although he is much energetic, he still looks a bit old. When he reappeared in front of the other bosses in Wancheng, everyone was a little stunned.

I didn't expect that Boss Su would be hit so hard that he was no longer as thin as him.

Although there is still some time before Chinese Valentine's Day, Commander Yin's health has been getting worse recently, so he has moved forward the wedding of Yin Siting and Si Qingheng to the first day of July.

Si Qingyan was also among the invited guests. Unlike the last time he attended the banquet as Boss Su's disciple, this time he attended the wedding as Si Qingheng's younger brother and received more attention than last time.

But Wen Jinghong kept talking to him, and others couldn't get a seat even if they wanted to be polite.

"The Jinghu Lake Cruise, where the sky and water are connected, is a unique attraction in Wancheng. I don't know if you have been there. The weather will be a little cooler in a few days. We can go there again and make some new friends."

Wen Jinghong had made many appointments, but Si Qingyan had always declined her invitations on the pretext of studying quietly. Wen Jinghong didn't have high hopes this time.

"Okay." Si Qingyan just wanted to go out for some fresh air, so she agreed.

"I will send you a message then, and you cannot be absent."

"I will definitely go."

Si Qingyan then brought up the matter of opening a girls' school. If Wen Jinghong takes the lead, things will be much easier to handle.

"This... I think it's very good, but we definitely can't do it. We have to find other friends to discuss it. There must be regulations about the school location, courses, enrollment, etc." Wen Jinghong had this idea before, but She doesn't have many close friends, and when she talks about it occasionally, others are hesitant and evasive.

Si Qingyan seemed very determined, and Wen Jinghong would inevitably look down upon him because of his attitude towards this matter.

"Okay." Si Qingyan began to think about funds.

Fake paintings cannot be leaked in the name of Zhenbao Pavilion, otherwise it will cause trouble for Boss Su. However, Boss Su has a wide network and can find other markets, such as people pretending to be drug addicts who smoke and go bankrupt, and farmers who come from the countryside to try their luck...

Even so, Boss Su changed hands several times. He would rather make a little less money, but also keep his identity information secret. After twists and turns, no one knows the true origin of the painting.

Of course, you can’t sell too much at one time because the market won’t be able to absorb it.

At the end of the holiday, Si Qingyan already had eight thousand silver dollars in her account. The income is split 50-50 with Boss Su. Although this income is amazing, it is not enough if we want to maintain the long-term operation of a school.

If Wen Jinghong intervenes, other funds should be introduced.

The wedding at this time was different from the previous solemn ones with three matchmakers and six betrothals. It was slightly simplified and incorporated with Western elements. The bride did not wait in the bridal chamber, changed her clothes after the ceremony, and went directly out to entertain the guests.

Si Qingheng did not wear a military uniform today, but changed into a bright red wedding dress. A coiled dragon was embroidered with gold thread on his chest. There were dark flowing lines everywhere, shining brightly under the lamp.

Miss Yin was wearing a gorgeous red wedding dress, with a golden phoenix crown on her head and tassels hanging down, adding a bit of solemnity to her delicately made-up face.

Even on their wedding day, the two of them remained unchanged.

Si Qingheng was still cold and indifferent, with no trace of curvature on his thin lips. He seemed to have nothing to do with the wedding.

Yin Siting's expression was even a little abnormal. She always felt that she would cry next moment, and there was no joy of newlyweds in her eyes.

The guests felt that the atmosphere was strange, so they were too embarrassed to say any blessings. After sending congratulatory gifts, they each talked in low voices with their acquaintances. Perhaps it's because Commander Yin is not in good health and will have a funeral soon.

This is normal for both of them.

Once Commander Yin dies, the military forces of several nearby provinces will fall into the hands of Si Qingheng. Although Si Qingheng is now in charge, he lacks a title to fully belong to. Maybe there will be a banquet next time, and the gift to Si Qingheng will be deepened.

"I feel like there's something going on tonight. Do you want to go back with me?" Boss Su always trusted his instincts, so he said he was feeling ill and wanted to leave early.

"You go back first, I'll wait." Si Qingyan was also a little worried.

"That's okay." Now that Boss Su knew that Si Qingyan was the younger brother of Marshal Si, he wasn't too worried about him, so he left first.

There were still many people staying here. Several young and beautiful girls invited Si Qingyan to dance with them. Si Qingyan declined them one by one. After that, Wen Jinghong went to dance with them again. He danced skillfully and cooperated harmoniously without letting her down. Several pretty girls were idle.

Drinking and drinking, beauties in gorgeous clothes.

This is where most of the upper class of Wancheng gathers. Many people are here to discuss business, cooperation and other matters. Si Qingyan slowly retreated to the corner and then left the hall.

There are few people walking outside, and there are guards every ten meters.

"Does the third young master want to rest?"

Si Qingyan is now half a member of the Yin family, and the guards know him and did not stop him.

"Walk around and sober up." Even if the atmosphere of the wedding is strange, traditions are still followed in certain specific links, such as toasting. Wen Er and Wen San toasted Si Qingheng crazily, and Si Qingheng did not refuse, drinking one cup after another, his eyes were red. Seeing that he drank too much and was already drunk, Si Qingyan drank a few cups for him, and then continued to compete with him in drinking, and only stopped when Wen Er and Wen San were drunk.

Si Qingyan's current body has an average alcohol tolerance. He was able to knock two people down only because he drank while using the spiritual power in the sandalwood beads to force out the alcohol...

Ordinary people can't compare to cheating players no matter how good their alcohol tolerance is.

"Third Master, be careful. If you need help, just shout."

"Okay."

Si Qingyan was holding a lantern at first, but later she found a place to put it down because she thought it was in the way and conspicuous, and sneaked in the dark.

The Yin Mansion seemed to have been instructed by a Feng Shui master. Every configuration was designed to pit the Yin family. I don't know what deep hatred there is. The owner of the household who lives here will definitely be in trouble, abandoned by his friends and relatives, and linger on the sickbed.

If Si Qingheng lives here in the future, Si Qingyan will definitely ask him to change the Feng Shui of the mansion. Of course, it's best not to live here... The Yin Mansion is too aggressive, which will hinder the offspring and hurt the family affection.

"Young Marshal, we will help you to rest."

Not far away, two maids supported Si Qingheng on the left and right.

Si Qingyan reduced his presence and followed quietly behind.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, so he might as well send him off.

The fewer people guarding the fixed points, the deeper they went, but there were patrolmen with guns, so they were still cautious. But none of them noticed Si Qingyan who deliberately reduced her presence. With a little help from light and visual blind spots, she could sneak in between patrol inspections.

"Where's Cuicui?" Si Qingheng asked about Miss Yin San's whereabouts with his eyes half drunk.

"Miss is waiting for you in the wedding room."

"Send me there." Si Qingheng's voice was also a little drunk.

"Yes."

Si Qingyan suddenly felt that her behavior was a bit vulgar, but the two maids looked a little wrong, as if they were pretending to be calm.

Si Qingheng was helped out of the wedding room, and everything went smoothly along the way.

After opening the door, Yin Siting's panicked face came into view.

"I'll go wash up first."

Si Qingheng rubbed his eyebrows, said something, and turned around and went out again.

Yin Siting suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

After Si Qingheng left, Si Qingyan, who slipped out of the window, felt something was wrong.

There were two people breathing in the wedding room, one was Yin Siting, and the other was hiding under the bed.

What is this operation?

Hiding under the bed and eavesdropping?

Does Yin Siting know? Is Si Qingheng a little green on his head?

Si Qingyan threw a stone and hit the window. Yin Siting was panicked, but she didn't dare to call for help. Instead, she took the initiative to cover up and looked in the shadows of the trees to see who had lost something.

Si Qingyan took the opportunity to sneak into the room, made a few choices, and got into the closet silently.

If there was no one hiding under the bed, he would not have hidden in. Anyway, there was already one more person in the room, and it didn't matter if there was one more person.

After Yin Siting took off her wedding dress, her abdomen became more and more obvious. Wancheng had long had rumors that Miss Yin San got married with a baby. Si Qingyan felt that it was very likely to be true, so it was unlikely that there would be an embarrassing situation tonight.

If the person under the bed wanted to plot against Si Qingheng, Si Qingyan would rush out to subdue him, and then it would be easy to explain. If the person under the bed was just out of some hobby, or had something to do with Miss Yin, then Si Qingyan would find a chance to slip out, pretending that nothing had happened, and then... quietly hint to Si Qingheng.

Not long after, Si Qingheng came in with a mist of water, wearing very thin clothes, and his smooth body lines could be vaguely seen. Even if he didn't speak, his presence was very strong.

"Cuicui, you are a little nervous today." It seemed that because of taking a bath, he was in a much better mood, and even the drunkenness had dissipated a little. His voice sounded gentle and clear, not like a military officer with great power, but like a nobleman from a wealthy family.

He is less than 30 years old now, which is the best time of his life. With outstanding appearance and talent, he is the perfect object in the hearts of most girls in Wancheng.

During the wedding ceremony today, Yin Siting received many envious glances... But she didn't want these.

She just wanted her brother to come back to life...

When she thought of this, Yin Siting's hand holding the teapot trembled, and she almost spilled the tea.

"…Is there…Maybe I'm too tired today…"

As if there was an invisible water level line, Yin Siting stopped when the cup of tea was about two-thirds full.

"Brother Si, it's good to marry you. As long as you don't dislike me, we can live a good life in the future…You can like anyone as long as you don't lose my face." Yin Siting's tone was much gentler, almost humble, and she served the cup of tea to Si Qingheng.

"If you can think so, it's my blessing." Si Qingheng took the teacup and was about to take a sip when he suddenly heard something unusual in the closet.

"Is there a mouse?" Yin Siting was very panicked when she thought of this, and she got goose bumps.