"Where did the scroll come from?" Taohong flipped her hair and asked, "Which young master may have left it behind."
"Is the woman in the painting your flower girl from Manchun Tower?"
Taohong thought for a while, "Probably not. I have been here in Manchun Building for more than ten years and I have never seen the woman on the scroll. But the signature in the lower left corner doesn't look familiar to Shen Shizi?"
Shen Beizhu picked up the scroll and looked at it carefully.
I only glanced at it a few times before, but didn't pay attention to the signature.
——Liu Ziyan.
"Who is this?" Yan Yan lay down behind Shen Beizhu, and his breath fell behind Shen Beizhu's ear.
It's not cold, but my ears feel frozen.
"A musician."
"Is the musician so good at painting?" Yan Yan sighed.
This painting really looks like it is alive.
"Is this really a painting by Liu Ziyan?" Shen Beizhu couldn't believe it either.
If it weren't for the fact that the seal on the scroll was almost the same as the one signed by the musician Liu Ziyan, he would never be able to associate the two together.
"I don't know whether musician Liu painted this painting, but I know that musician Liu is good at painting," Taohong said.
A few years ago, there was a painter named Liu Ziyan in a brothel in the capital, who specialized in painting secret scenes for the brothel.
Later, after saving enough money, he left the capital. When he returned to the capital again, he became a royal musician.
It's just that as a literati, painting secret drama pictures is detrimental to your style. Very few people know that Liu Ziyan is the painter Liu.
Taohong also saw that there was Liu Ziyan's signature on the secret play picture, so she asked the maid to inquire.
"Liu Ziyan only draws moves, and this is the first time the artist knows about it." Taohong said, "I just doubt that, with the identity of Shen Shizi, I should be able to find out whether the two are the same person."
The next day, outside the palace.
Yan Yao and Qing Yu were waiting for Shen Beizhu under a tree not far away.
"We might as well go in, the guards alone can't trouble me." Yan Yan didn't have much idea about the palace.
But the more he refused to let her in, the more she wanted to go in and take a look.
"Shizi Shen asked us to wait for him here."
Standing bored, Yan Yan simply jumped up to the tree and sat down, dangling his feet, with Qingyu standing under his feet.
"Miss Yan, have you noticed that Shen Shizi has a strange ghost power in him?"
Yan Yan was looking at the palace from a distance when he heard Qing Yu say.
"Oh, that should be something I snatched from the Ghost King. I gave it to him if I thought I could defend myself."
"Ghost King?" Qingyu stiffened her neck and couldn't believe what he heard.
Now when he meets the Ghost King, he and his master may not be able to defeat him together.
Yan Yan could still steal something from the Ghost King?
He had always suspected Yan Yan's identity before, but he had no clue until he saw the blood line on her neck today.
Now that Yan Yan said that she could snatch things from the Ghost King, Qing Yu felt that he was wrong.
That's right, how could the fatal wounds on a ghost appear on a living person?
"Ding-a-ling--" a series of crisp silver bells.
Yan Yan and Qing Yu looked at the palace gate together.
A dark purple figure appeared in front of the two of them.
Barbarian clothes embroidered with dark purple silver thread, with silver ornaments on the neck, wrists, fingertips, and waist, and the silver ornaments were also studded with silver bells.
Her high ponytail was braided into thin braids, with a dark purple hairband strung in the braids.
There is a silver chain around his forehead, and there are three or four piercings in his ears.
A handsome face suppressed all the exquisite and gorgeous silver jewelry on his body.
"It's so beautiful." Qingyu murmured.
Yan Yan looked at the man blankly.
"Baymax?!"
Qingyu raised her head, "Miss Yan, do you know that person?"
"A deceiver!"
Qingyu took a deep breath and silently turned back her admiring gaze.
——I have never seen Yan Yan look so angry.
The dark purple man over there seemed to glance towards Yan Yan, his smiling eyes passing over Qing Yu.
Qingyu's body stiffened.
The body that had just relaxed suddenly became alert.
He didn't know if this person was a traitor, but he was definitely a very troublesome person.
"Then who is he?"
"I don't know." Yan Yan changed from sitting to squatting on the branch.
Just as he was about to jump up and catch the "Dabai", another person appeared at the palace gate.
After Shen Beizhu came out, he saluted the man and waited for the man to go away before coming to the tree.
As soon as he walked under the tree and was about to ask where Yan Yan had gone, someone jumped out from under the tree beside him.
"Who is that person?" Yan Yan stared at Shen Beizhu, and Qingyu had the same look.
If you ask that man, he may not be able to tell, but if you ask Shen Beizhu, you will definitely be able to find out.
"Those are the Holy Sons of Manjiang. We saw them entering Beijing at Jiangyun Tower before."
"The one sitting in the biggest sedan?" Yan Yan said solemnly, "There was no one in the sedan that day."
It doesn't matter if others don't know, she is extremely sensitive to the breath of living people.
"Perhaps they are worried about assassination, so the envoys travel in two ways." Shen Beizhu said, "What's wrong? You two don't look good. You just had a conflict with His Royal Highness the Holy Son?"
"How dare we?" Yan Yan sneered, "Then what is the name of the Holy Son?"
"Baizhu."
"Bai? All the royal families in the barbarian territory are named Bai?"
"No, the Holy Son is not the royal family of the barbarian border, but selected from among the tribesmen. It seems that the only person named Bai is the Holy Son."
"It seems that it has nothing to do with Xiaobai." Yan Yan murmured.
"Oh yes! The Holy Son looks similar to your brother."
Shen Beizhu and Qing Yu looked at Yan Yan together, "It's true that you and the two of them don't look alike. Those who didn't know better thought they were two brothers."
Yan Yan remained silent.
The Holy Son of Manjiang only looked similar to Xiao Bai Zhu, but he looked exactly the same as Da Bai with whom she had a good time in Yin'an City.
There was no place to look for after wearing iron shoes, but before she even looked for it, this person dared to appear in front of her.
Qingyu also cares about the Barbarian Saint Son, but they haven't figured out what's going on right now.
"Liu Ziyan, can you tell me who the woman in the painting is?" Qingyu asked.
"Liu Ziyan is not in the palace, he said he has returned to his hometown." Shen Beizhu frowned, "But I didn't get the news here, and I don't know whether it is true or not."
"Very good." Yan Yan said sarcastically, "I haven't figured out the woman in this painting yet, and I can't even see Liu Ziyan's face."
"Go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion first, and I'll ask Qingwang to check it out."
When they returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, they were just in time to finish their meal.
At the dinner table, Yan Yan was thinking about Jiangyunlou's saliva chicken when Xiao Cui came over in a panic.
"Tao, Taoist Priest, go see the young master quickly." Xiaocui was out of breath, and Yan Yan handed her a cup of tea.
Leaving her here to watch the food, the three of them returned from the verandah to Xu Yiyuan's yard.
Under the bedroom window, Shuangmao covered his mouth and stood in fear, not daring to move.
The candlelight in the bedroom reflected on the window paper, leaving Xu Yiyuan's shadow as if he was having fun with someone. Good.
Shen Beizhu subconsciously wanted to block Yan Yan's sight, but Yan Yan pulled him aside with one hand, stepped forward and kicked open the bedroom door.
[Author's digression]: Atractylodes macrocephala: Chinese medicine reading baizhu