After a bloody baptism, the streets of Xiuzhou City became sparsely populated, and the people were in danger. They hid in their homes and did not dare to go out. They were afraid that if no one was checked, the sword would not have eyes, and they would become the dead souls of the sword.
The corpses in that area were cleaned up one by one under the care of the government office, and disappeared without a trace, and no publicity was heard. They must have received the order of King Xi to handle this matter. In these chaotic years, human life
As cheap as grass was once again profoundly explained.
Towards the afternoon, some brave people started to set up stalls on the street - there was no other way to make a living. However, there were more men, and most women and children stayed at home. Therefore, under such circumstances, a
A petite woman walking alone on the street looked a bit dazzling.
The woman's round face was quite pleasing to look at, but her plump figure was not satisfactory. The woman hurriedly walked down the street with her head lowered, heading in the direction of Chen's Jiaozi Shop.
"Girl, what do you need?" The waiter at Chen's Jiaozi Shop saw a girl coming in at the door. He looked at it carefully and felt that she was just a maid, so he gave up the idea of greeting her and just sat casually behind the counter.
Asked something.
"I'm looking for Mr. Chen." The woman's voice was gentle and soft, extremely pleasant to the ear.
But the waiter was not fooled by the pleasant voice. When he heard that he was looking for Chen Shaoxuan, he immediately asked arrogantly: "Who are you? Is it possible for you to meet our eldest son whenever you want?"
"I am Qing Tao from Prince Xi's Mansion. I am delivering paintings to your eldest son." Qing Tao flinched when the waiter called her, and lowered her head.
"From Prince Xi's Mansion?" The waiter walked out of the counter, circled Qingtao twice, and said in a tsk-tsk-tsk voice, "Can you be from Prince Xi's Mansion?"
It's not that he looks down on others, it's that he doesn't believe that Prince Xi's palace actually uses such an ugly girl as a maid - the aesthetics of the Song Dynasty is that thinness is beauty, and a big three yuan like her with a round face, round breasts, and round butt, then
She was someone even a small family looked down upon. In the eyes of the waiter, Qingtao was a woman who did not know her own abilities. She fell in love with the eldest son of the family and wanted to find an excuse to send a love letter. This kind of thing has happened before.
"I am indeed a slave of Prince Xi's Mansion. Miss Leng asked me to come over and deliver some paintings to the eldest son." Qingtao's voice became a little lower.
When the waiter saw her like this, he felt guilty, so he didn't believe it even more. He turned away with a cold face and said: "Go, go, go quickly. The toad wants to eat swan meat, so he doesn't even urinate and takes care of it. Just rely on it."
You look like that, do you still want to see our eldest son?"
Qingtao's self-esteem was hurt by Xiao Er's harsh words. With tears in her eyes, she said timidly: "I am really from Prince Xi's palace. Miss Leng really asked me to come here."
"I told you to get out of here, you--ouch!" Before the waiter could finish his words, he was pushed to the corner by a force and hit the wall hard. This was the second time he was pushed today.
He hit the wall, and a resentment jumped out from the bottom of his heart. He jumped up from the ground and immediately yelled: "His grandma, that blind bitch, dared to push your second uncle! I don't want to live..."
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Before he finished cursing, he stood up and ran into Chen Shaoxuan's cold eyes. He immediately fell silent, swallowed his saliva, and stammered: "Da, eldest son..."
"Get out of here!" Chen Shaoxuan glanced at him violently, and the waiter immediately disappeared into the front hall.
"Are you from Prince Xi's Mansion?" Chen Shaoxuan has no time to fuss with the waiter now, the matter at hand is the most important.
"Yes..." Qing Tao lowered her head when facing Chen Shaoxuan.
"I just heard you say that Miss Leng asked you to come here?" Chen Shaoxuan narrowed his eyes and had doubts in his heart. There was no one in Prince Xi's palace that he would trust. He was afraid that this was another trap of Prince Xi.
"Yes, the lady asked me to send some paintings to the eldest son." Qingtao nodded and took out the children's paintings from her sleeves.
"Painting?" Chen Shaoxuan's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he looked at Qingtao cautiously. Because as far as he knew, Leng Changxi's guy was an outlier who didn't know anything about chess, calligraphy, and painting.
"Well, that's it." Qingtao handed those children's paintings to Chen Shaoxuan. Chen Shaoxuan looked at her deeply, and then slowly opened the paintings, but when he saw the content of the paintings, he suddenly felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.
"What else did she say?" Even if he has limited abilities and limited knowledge, he really can't understand Leng Changxi's paintings.
"The young lady asked the young master to see how the painting goes this time." Qingtao said respectfully.
Chen Shaoxuan narrowed his eyes when he heard this. He looked at the painting in his hand and believed Qingtao's words for a good part. But he didn't quite understand the meaning of the painting, nor did he understand the meaning of Leng Changxi's words.
He looked through them one by one, thinking deeply, and secretly speculated for a long time, thinking that Lingfeng might be able to unravel the meaning of the painting. So, he said calmly: "Tell her, these paintings are too ugly, let her
She’ll redraw it next time and bring it back.”
There was a reason why he said this. Since he didn't understand, and he couldn't let Qingtao stand here waiting all the time, he might as well leave the end of his words to give Leng Changxi an excuse to send another letter next time.
Qingtao got the order and turned around to leave.
Chen Shaoxuan quickly flew into the backyard.
Lingfeng, who had been sitting in the backyard, heard the footsteps and hurriedly turned over and jumped down the corridor. He walked up to Chen Shaoxuan in two steps and asked anxiously: "Mr. Chen, is there any news?"
His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the people living in the courtyard to hear clearly. Immediately, Lingshan, Li Xueyan and Yang Jian all rushed out of the house.
"Prince Xi's Mansion is heavily guarded and I couldn't detect anything. But when I came back, I met a person who claimed to be a slave of Prince Xi's Mansion. She brought this." Chen Shaoxuan handed the children's painting in his hand to Lingfeng: "It said it was Xiao Bao'er.
She sent it to me. I can’t understand the meaning of this painting, and I don’t know if it’s true or false, so I brought it to you to take a look.”
When Lingshan heard the news from Leng Changxi, she rushed forward in two steps and snatched the drawing paper from Lingfeng's hand. She quickly unfolded the drawing paper and looked at the painting on the paper.
Trembling slightly, he said excitedly: "It belongs to the young lady, it belongs to the young lady."
When Chen Shaoxuan heard that it was really written by Leng Changxi, he hurriedly grabbed Lingshan and asked anxiously: "What did you say?"
Lingshan looked at the paintings carefully one by one, and said with a faint smile: "The lady said that she is okay for the time being. Although she is under house arrest, she has not been treated badly, so we can rest assured. Remind us, be careful.
King Xi."
Hearing what Lingshan said, Lingfeng's heart, which had been hanging on, finally calmed down a little.
Li Xueyan on the side took the children's paintings from Lingshan, frowned and looked at them, but couldn't see anything strange at all. He just suddenly sighed: Can this be called a painting? Leng Changxi is really a genius!
Unable to resist curiosity, Li Xueyan asked: "Lingshan, this doesn't look like a painting. It's dotted in circles and I can't understand it. How do you know the meaning of this painting?"