"Go with confidence and go boldly. If anything happens, I will support you with my old bones!" General Nangong was filled with indignation and said: "Xiao Si, this time, I have risked my life, old man, and I must get it back from you."
A justice.”
"Thank you!" Li Si nodded respectfully and lowered his eyes.
"Thank you for what I did. It's my old bones that I'm sorry for you!" General Nangong was full of emotions. He thought back then, the team of twelve people was like a sharp sword, invincible at the point of the sword! Alas, but he was jealous of God.
Only Li Si was left alone. He sighed: "Xiao Si, you can go to Mr. Jiang without worry. If he dares to do anything to you, I will support you!"
"Yeah!" Li Si nodded, then turned around and went out.
Secretary Shu was already waiting at the door. He looked at his watch anxiously and poked his head inside the door. When he saw Li Si coming out, he hurriedly stood up straight with a sunny smile on his face and said, "Mr. Li,
Come with me!"
"Sorry to trouble you!" Li Si nodded.
Under the leadership of Secretary Shu, Li Si walked around several places and finally arrived at Mr. Jiang's house. The house has a unique style, with terraces and courtyards everywhere, small bridges and flowing water, and the winter snow covers everything, making it even more unique.
Charm.
The guard at the door saw Secretary Shu and naturally did not stop him.
"Li Si, you can go inside by yourself!" Secretary Shu smiled at Li Si and said, "Listen to General Nangong, Mr. Jiang has a bad temper, so please be patient!"
"Yes!" Li Si nodded and looked up to see a sheet of wind and snow pressing down on Begonia.
Following the small bridge, crossing the flowing water, and walking directly into the house and the wooden attic, Li Si walked to the door. The sentry seemed to have received the news and opened the door for Li Si. Li Si glanced at the two of them.
Stepped right in.
With his back to Li Si, an old man in Chinese tunic suit was facing the window, holding a writing brush in his hand. There was a piece of snow-white rice paper spread on the table. The writing brush in his hand was dancing like dragons and phoenixes, and the snowy scene outside the window appeared on the paper, lifelike. Half of it
The painting was already finished. Old Jiang's quick eyes kept scanning the scenery outside the window, keeping it in mind. The brush in his hand quickly embellished the rice paper...
