The steward of the cloth shop walked quickly, holding a large pile of paper in his hand, and ran upstairs quickly.
Upstairs, a man and a woman had changed into their night clothes and were sorting out their daggers and small darts.
The anxious footsteps made them stop and turn their heads to look at the steward.
The steward gasped and stopped, looking at their brows.
"It's so similar," the steward said blankly, "It's really so similar!"
"What are you talking about?" Sima Wu said displeased.
The steward stepped forward and placed a stack of paper in his hand on the table.
"I said before that it was self-defeating because it was not you who painted it, but now, look!"
Chu Zheng hurriedly picked up the portrait and was dumbfounded.
This time the man and woman were really her and Sima Wu.
Looking at the portrait, she felt as if she was looking in a mirror.
What's even more disgusting is that there are extremely obvious falling characters on the side.
Song Zhiyi, one of Yan Qinglin's lackeys.
The same thing is found on Sima Wu’s portrait.
The handwriting is the cursive script commonly used in movable type printing, which is generous and neat, but also regular and stiff.
"Where did it come from?" Chu Zheng said angrily, "Where did it get torn off?"
"...It's all over the streets," the steward said with difficulty.
"It's her, it must be that bitch!" Chu Zheng looked at Sima Wu excitedly, "She is the only one in Congxin Mansion who has seen us!"
Sima Wu looked at the portrait with a serious expression on his face.
If they were really all over the streets, their appearance would no longer be able to walk on Congxin Street.
And with that girl's influence, it is definitely not just as simple as Congxin. As long as she is willing, she can let their portraits spread throughout the world.
And they are assassins and killers.
With the killer's face exposed like this, he can no longer be a killer.
"Tai Zicang," said the steward of the cloth shop, "the entire portrait of Congxin has always been written by Tai Zicang. Your portrait must have been written by him as well. He must have met Na Ali!"
"So what?" Chu Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go find this person to settle the score? What if that bitch hides in secret and ambush us?"
This is also the reason why they have never gone to Dr. Li of Mallow Medical Center to settle the score.
The steward of Bufang looked at her and suddenly smiled: "It turns out that Miss Chu is afraid of her."
Chu Zheng's fingers clenched the portrait tightly, staring at him and almost getting angry.
"You are an assassin and a killer. If you are afraid of someone, then..." The Bufang steward looked sarcastic and did not say any more.
Chu Zheng took away all the portraits on the table and turned back to her bedroom.
Sima Wu withdrew his gaze and looked at the Bufang steward: "Why are you angry with her?"
"The inner demon needs to be eliminated." The sarcasm on the Bufang steward's face disappeared.
This time, the portraits are indeed all over the streets.
Xia Zhaoyi hired several people to print it and then posted it.
There is money to be made, and these people work very hard.
Someone in front just tore it off, and when they saw no one behind them, they put it on and then ran away. It was so exciting.
The streets are full of portraits of Chu Zheng and Sima Wu, and almost everyone in Congxin Mansion has one.
Nie Huimo directly ordered Tai Zicang to be invited. At the same time, he also sent people to bring all the shopkeepers who sold paper to the Military Town Department.
The shopkeepers all said that the person who came to buy paper was not a girl or a tall man, but a skinny man in his mid-twenties.
The ready-made Tai Zicang happened to be here, so Tai Zicang, who had not slept all night, was called to work as a coolie again.
But the shopkeepers were very confused. Sometimes the eyes were big, sometimes they were small, sometimes the corners of the eyes were slanted, and sometimes the distance between the eyebrows and the eyes was too short.
Tai Zicang was about to cry.
Finally, Nie Huimo came forward in person and asked everyone one by one. He learned that there were about five people buying paintings.
Tai Zicang nodded and started writing from the first one, but he saw Nie waved his hand again: "That's all."
"...General, don't you want to draw any more?"
"Actually, I've known for a long time that she must have hired her temporarily," Nie Huimo picked up the portrait of a man and a woman and lowered his eyes, "Did she tell you how this man and woman offended her?"
Tai Zicang shook his head: "Not really."
"Yeah." Nie Huimo nodded.
Tai Zicang still maintained his pen-writing posture, waiting for Nie Huimo to give a firm order on whether he was going to paint or just give up.
Nie Huimo looked at the portrait for a long time and suddenly smiled faintly.
"...She is really not easy to mess with," Nie Huimo said. "She is so turbulent in the city. She loves to hold grudges. At the same time, she dares to think and act."
Tai Zicang didn't quite understand whether this was a compliment or a scold.
"She didn't settle the score with you for painting her portrait?" Nie Huimo looked at him.
"Not yet."
"Then, what else did I talk to you about?"
Thinking of Tang Xiangsi, Tai Zicang paused for a moment, but quickly determined that there was no need to talk to Nie Huimo about this matter.
"No," Tai Zicang shook his head, "Just looking for me to paint."
"Is her tone fierce?"
"No, she is very gentle and loves to laugh."
"Smile..." Nie Huimo narrowed his eyes, thinking about her smile, but he actually wanted to take another look.
When they met by chance in Guzhao Gorge, the smile on her lips always reminded him of her from time to time.
When she is not smiling, she is charming and elegant. When she is smiling, the flowers of heaven and earth are blooming in her eyes, their beauty shining brightly.
He was used to seeing beauties, and he could find many more beautiful than her, but none of them had the same temperament as hers.
This kind of temperament is the elegance and elegance engraved in the bones. It is forged by the history of the Qing Dynasty and endowed by the times. It stands proudly on the crest of the waves of heaven and earth.
"Ah Li." Nie Huimo looked at the portrait and said in a low voice.
"General," Xin Shun behind him said at the right time, "this is not Ah Li. There is a small mark next to it. This is Song Zhiyi, one of Yan Qinglin's lackeys."
"..."
Nie Huimo looked at him.
Xin Shun looked back at him without blinking.
Seeing Nie Huimo's expression, Xin Shun's heart skipped a beat.
He made the noise on purpose just now, but now it seems... the situation is really bad.
Nie Huimo was a hot-blooded man. No matter how self-disciplined he was, he still had many women.
But since Hengxiang came out, he has hardly been close to women...
In the past few days, the academy, BMWs and cars, singing and dancing, the beauties, and the generals were enjoying themselves, but Nie Huimo was the only one who couldn't arouse his interest...
The more Xin Shun thought about it, the more wrong he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he became afraid.
"The general just said that she is not someone to be trifled with," Xin Shun said in a low voice, "general, she is really someone who is not to be trifled with."
Nie Huimo recalled the girl's smile in Guzhao Gorge, while Xin Shun recalled the tables, chairs, benches, and sawdust and ashes all over the place in the Guiyuan Inn.
Although I respect her, I am also afraid of her.
Nie Huimo raised his eyebrows lightly and was about to speak when the sound of rather hasty footsteps came from outside.
Ling Yang strode in from outside. Seeing that there were many people in the room, he walked up to Nie Huimo and spoke softly in his ear.
Xin Shun and Nie Huimo never saw each other outside, so they quietly put their ears towards each other.
Apparently, they were three state officials from Youzhou in Congxin, and their bodies had just been fished out of Jinyi Lake.
"They committed suicide," Ling Yang added. "On the shore are the wine jars they drank up to be brave, as well as the shoes and coats they took off."
"It's another suicide," Nie Huimo smiled, "It looks just like Chen Yongming."
